22 Aug 2014


She chose the deepest pink one and claimed it as her own; a delicate bloomed cyclamen with an abundance of buds.  There amidst the terracotta pots we talked of plants' needs and the responsibility of providing them.  She listened with much eager nodding and hops from one foot to the other. And so the purchase was made.

At home she declared the dining table the perfect spot. "Just the right amount of light" she said, and I couldn't argue that the energising pop of colour would be lovely at meal times. Every few days she thrusts her long fingers into the soil and cocks her head to the side as her skin detects the moisture levels.  A small cut glass jug, her chosen watering vessel, providing the nourishment if needed.  Some mornings she carts the small pot down the hallway to let her plant bask in the morning sun creeping in the back door; I hear her nattering away to the foliage. And from time to time she snips off the spent blooms to encourage flowering.  All the while I watch her take greater steps out into the world; independence, responsibility and compassion.

Such deep lessons learnt from something so simple.

Steph x

19 Aug 2014


"the white bauhinia in the Spring whose branches swell and stream with bloom holds all the good world blossoming as promise of the fruit to come, she whose body swells in bloom as laden as the trees of Spring smiles with the knowledge that her womb contains the first seed ripening" Katie Noonan, Elixir

One foot in front of the other we walk this natural path. It is all at once both reassuringly familiar yet vibrantly new.  Something in the air heralds a seasonal change as pale green shoots show their fragile form to the daylight; their soil cocoon has borne them well. Vast limbs canopy us and all about is life and growth.

Come Christmas time when the air here is thick with humidity and pine needles scatter our floor I will birth our third baby.  Time will slow and for a time we will retreat deep into the comfort of home. But for now we will walk in places of green. My belly will expand and nourish this little one within and we will embrace our next season of growth.

Steph x

17 Aug 2014


"A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  Creating rainbows to catch the light.
Remy -  Dapper little fellow.

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

13 Aug 2014

my writing process { a blog tour }

I am constantly inspired by the world Katie and Reuben of  House of Humble are creating. A simple existence where hands are often dirty plucking this or that from the vegie garden, tending chickens or creating time honoured crafts to warm their homes. Katie's words are rich and nourishing and it is a space I love to visit.  So when she asked me to share my writing process as part of a blog tour I was delighted. The creative process in all its guises is something I am very passionate about.

What am I working on?
My head is always a whirligig of something or another. I have been thoroughly enjoying exploring the concept of creativity with my Everyday Creative series and am doing my darnedest to break the shackles often attached to the word. I believe we are innately creative as humans and have simply become misguided with incorrect labels and self-doubt. I've got some more practical posts in the pipeline to hopefully help people to bridge the gap. Jotting down the small changes we have made in our lives to tread more gently on the earth has also been incredibly rewarding and something I will continue for quite a while; the list is growing! And as with anyone who adores the written word, there is always the dream of a book. A special journal is kept tucked away in my writing space (and my heart) with musings, ideas for some day...one day.

How does my work differ from others of its genre?
Genres are something I stray away from when it comes to my writing.  I've never set out to create a specific space with highly specialised content rather trying to speak authentically about my everyday, simple life. This will sweep from what's happening in my kitchen, the beauty of the natural world, creating with my babies, the plight of the earth and what's on my knitting needles, or simply swirling about my brain. With no real pigeon hole to nest in I feel free to write whatever comes from within; my heart's voice.

How does my creative process work?
I tend to view the world through the lens of my camera lately and the little sparks of magic I capture inspire me greatly.  Internal dialogue is never far away when I look at the world from a different angle and before I know it, sentences are forming as I hang out the morning washing or stir the evening's soup. I keep a few notebooks about the house and jot down ideas and  phrases when they pop into my head. With a penchant for subtle hues and patterns I find I am most eager to fill more beautiful notebooks with words but little scraps of household paper however, will often bear my scrawl. Always a lead pencil...and most often, barely legible.

Why do I write what I do?
I am compelled to capture all the beauty in my world; my list of gratefuls. The crumbs on the floor, the toddler tantrums; the mundaneness are as much a part of the day as the stolen kiss from sister to brother, the wonky shopping list written in crayon attached to the fridge and the vivid, Winter blue sky. And I've realised that the unpleasant moments flit off just as quickly as the beautiful ones.  It's not about ignoring the "real" parts but simply shifting the perspective; the good things are real too. So it is with the marriage of words and images that I hope to catch the everyday beauty. To trap the simplicity in a butterfly net and admire it slowly while the world hurtles past. This space has become a journal of my slow, simple days and my musings help to preserve them.

I am eager to pass the torch onto my beautiful friend Anna from fields of sage. Her words are like poetry and I visit her space often to let their melody wash over me.

Steph x

9 Aug 2014


"A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  Hair twirler. 
Remy -  Moon lover.

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

3 Aug 2014


"A portrait of my babies, once a week, every week."

Bijou -  She ordered, paid for and devoured a fresh juice all by herself. 
Remy -  Making us breakfast in bed. 

Steph x

Joining in with the beautiful Jodi.

31 Jul 2014

simple play - playdough

We turned our backs to grand adventures the past school holidays. Our time was peppered with some little day trips to inhale clear, Winter air but for the most part we stayed at home.  Long and slow days with spice laced porridge and stewed fruits for breakfast, soup for lunch and simple play in between. Much knitting for Mumma also.

One crisp morning we took a thermos of hot chocolate into the back yard and set up camp in the morning sun. Me sprawled out on a fabric sea of blue flowers looping yarn over wooden needles and them, moulding silky dough into creatures and cakes.  Natural hued and adorned with nature's treasures.  No special tools, or fancy cutters, just hands and a few sprigs of herbs, shells, some flowers and imagination.

Steph x

We've found this simple uncooked play dough is lovely. It's quick and easy to make as well.

2 cups plain flour
4 tablespoons of cream of tartar
2 tablespoons of cooking oil
1 cup of salt (the finer the better)
2 cups of boiling water

Simply add all the ingredients to a big bowl and mix. Keep mixing until it starts to come together and then give it a good knead to smooth it out.