It's been a bit of a year for purging in our house - it started with completely removing every box from storage spaces, attics, lofts, rooms, garage etc and a mass cull of unused pieces, old clo...
A little bit of colour into a monochromatic home...I do love a little flash of colour, and I'm loving some of the stark neon colour mixes and combinations around at the moment, heavily inspire...
5 months of working on projects to the exclusion of everything else... Some design commission projects which have been intense, but extremely rewarding both to be involved in, and to have designed an...
I started the year making making room making space making old spaces new again making new rooms out of old making cushion covers for an outside deck making a little simple top making with nani ir...
bleach | the colour of an australian summer, the light faded and torn, colour disintegrated. The colour of faded memories of childhood holidays at the beach, revisited now as adults with our own chil...
A process - From simple lines marked out upon fabric, softly feathered lines of hand dyed linen subtlely changing colour across a natural background in rich intense hues, and a stark contrast of neat...
I never meant to have such a long break... This year seems to have been a series of full on moments, one after another, and we've been swept along, enjoying the ride, and at times just managing ...
oooh I love it when an idea germinates, seeds itself in your head and you have to act NOW! To make it reality. A roll of white linen, just sitting there, needing to be used, which was actually bought...
It's all about the right equipment. The right equipment makes anything more enjoyable....and I do believe you 'make' better when you make with things of beauty, of technical precision,...
In the cold of winter when the light is stark and naked trees drift in silhouettes across bricked walls and the air is crisp and brilliant with its chill... What you really need is a wide thick sweat...
Embroidery. Sequins. Flowers. Gathers. It was the spring-like weather of a few weeks ago, that's what did it. I will blame it all on the quickening of sun warmed skin, briefly, and the faint sme...
A fold. A drape. A twist. A pattern in the company of some very talented designers, for a designer who I admire greatly. A simple sleeveless top which twists in the body. A pattern for Brooklyn Twe...
Quite often in Sydney people will tell you 'it never gets cold enough to wear thick woollen items - we have no need for them here'. So every year I hesitate about making anything with a thi...
In the house of jewels... There is music and sparkly jewelry being worn. There is glitter nail polish and lip gloss which smells of strawberries. It must be applied to anyone who enters. There are do...
i [] Herringbone Cowl in Blue Sky Alpaca Worsted Hand Dyes ii [] Un-named pattern under construction in Brooklyn Tweed Shelter iii [] Neighbourly in Cascade Eco Yarn Oh it's so hard to concentra...
random images random words random pieces of writing which mean nothing except days filled with exploration. holidays in new playgrounds running from one end to the other exploring equipment, climbing...
happiness is | finally finding your groove after months of feeling lacking in routine | productive weeks working, designs coming together | happy clients | playing music really loud just because I ca...
one thousand dreams one thousand waves one thousand tremors one thousand lives one thousand hopes one thousand days one thousand ways to make a difference one thousand pieces joined together one thou...
i was winding wool the other day, skeins of all types around me being wound into neat [and not so neat] bundles. and my husband walked in and exclaimed: so you've moved on from hair to rope. ...
time away, floating endlessly upon the south pacific seas... A restorative week, relaxing, swimming, snorkelling, eating, drinking and playing, reading books, and being a family. A week best describe...
If the roundabout that I am on at the moment would just slow down for a fraction of time, and allow me to stop and catch my breathe, I'd be a much happier person. If all those items on my To Do ...
breathe. laugh. relax. trust. the merry go round will stop. you will not fall off. zucchini's taste fabulous at the moment. as do the figs. being swept up in the tidal waves rushing through, i...
and then the tears started. and once they started there was no holding them back, and they wept and wept. My tears. Salty and hot, tired tears. Tears for the failings of a mother, for confusion and u...
A new school year starts and I am reminded how often we walk through forrests, clinging to barely there light, seeking our way forward, stumbling at times over branches, stopping momentarily to catch...
In apple green A dress for twirling And pretending For twisting and tying Kyoko | I had to get a smidge of grey in there... |
It's the tricycle club. And it started with tears. Sitting down at the kitchen table after flying in from Melbourne back in November, I sent Max to bed, slightly disconcerted that he wasn't...
silence |not necessarily the typical notion of silence. but a perceived notion - an abstract idea of silence. the silence of non colour - bright light, fine fibres entwined, gentle repetitive knittin...
I would like to thank each of you who took the time to leave a comment, and share with me your fabric and yarn choices. I smiled with each email I opened - such lovely combinations that might make th...
Cast your mind back a few months. To about October. Or September [that long, really?]. I have had the following words that I wrote following me and haunting me "I'm really hoping to have it...
morning tea? afternoon tea? late night snack? a little something to calm the sugar cravings around mid afternoon.... Christmas was always heralded with a sudden frenzy of cooking activity at home whe...
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