Hiding in the corner, not doing its job well. Come on, compost bin, lean in. Hello! Well, Mental Health Week came and went last week, and with it my intentions to write a really great post about mental health. I didn’t, because my mental health got in the way. What a jape! Mental health, you trickster, you. The last few weeks my mood has been, like the Sydney weather these days, running very hot and cold, with a side of near constant anxiety. I’ve been anxious about my little

This morning was officially the second day I was to leave the house and come here to work on the blog and other self-directed (aka not-yet-existent) writing projects, but I didn’t make it yesterday. I had some very important life admin to attend to yesterday, namely getting my hair and my face sorted out. And Garnet needed a new scooter helmet. He wanted one that was orange and had an elephant on it, but the best I could manage was yellow with monkeys. He took it well, the li

It took half an hour to even upload this far-too-small image, due to iPhoto (or iFighto as my Dad has long called it) deciding that nothing has happened in my life since 2012, which may be a bit true, but still, it’s not my laptop’s place to judge and rather rude for it to say so. I can see all the photos since then but they won’t appear when I search to select them for the blog. If there’s anything more boring than your own computer troubles it’s hearing about someone else’s

So sweet, you’d never know they have tiny ear canals brimming with filth and germs. Nor that the one on the right is about to throw up in that car seat. My big brother emailed me today with two queries. ‘When you gonna blog again?’ and ‘How’s your wedding Adirondacks?’ The second question is easier to answer. The Adirondacks to which he refers so grammatically incorrectly are two chairs that he gave H and me for our wedding present. We got married in April 2009. He dropped of

My computer, like my children, has sleep issues: it would not go to sleep, preferring to stay awake until it had completely run down its battery, and then would refuse to wake up again. Sound like anyone I know? Note to self: sleep troubles are clearly contagious and thus May Blossom should not be allowed near Apple products lest she infect them. The laptop got to go spend a week at the Apple Store, being spoken to severely and undergoing some sleep rehab, and now it is back.

Welcome, too, to any new readers. I think some of you have come my way via Tomboy Style. If so, I expect you’re terribly cool and have terrific, easygoing, looks-like-you’re-not-even-trying style. You probably brush your hair more than once a week. Over here… well, let’s just say it’s not really that sort of operation. You might sometimes get the sense that I am blogging in my pyjamas. Or H’s pyjamas, when I run out. But never mind, I welcome all sorts of people. We can still

What this means is that the food bloggers are always writing about the finding delicious new season apples in their farmers’ markets just when the mangoes are starting to appear here, and posting enticing recipes using asparagus and cherries (not together, ew) when I’m dragging the heater out of the shed. The design bloggers are showing me open fires and quilts when I am studiously sweeping sand brought home from the beach down into the cracks between the floorboards instead