Harlow is 7 months old and she has not slept in this bassinette for at least five of those months. This photo of our bedroom was taken last week. Actually, it's a rather dishonest photo, all neat as a pin and with a sweet toy bird placed just so. I have altered the usual […]
Little Memories
Memories Captured – Whirli-Zig
Two years old, but on the precipice of three, life with Ziggy is…real. It's so real. But aside from his propensity for loud protest should a thing not be to his liking, this kid is a gem. Whip-smart and cheeky as they come. And always, always looking for another chance to snuggle on the […]
Pretty Ugly
Not pretty enough… As a child, I thought I was beautiful. My mum told me I was. My dad told me I was. At primary school, I was popular which further cemented this most subjective of things as fact. Because all the popular girls are cute. I was a tiny little dot of […]
One On One
[Photo Source] I was from a family of four. It was just my parents, my older brother and me. I don't recall ever wishing for a bigger family. I think I understood that I was a bit of a princess and that more kids would endanger the sweet little set up I had going as […]
Little Mumma Tales: Don’t Mess With The Mumma
I'm not entirely sure what caused the confusion. Perhaps it was the post-caesarean sledgehammer affect, the fog of morphine. I know it definitely didn't help that on his tiny head he wore a beanie that I knew didn't belong to me. But there was no mistaking the look she gave me when I approached, unsure, […]
A camera where my memory should be…
I love my DLSR like a child. I treasure it and in return, it brings me untold joy. But what did we do before phones could take photos? Both of my children have gone through stages of being camera-averse and thusly, react strongly to the sight of the big Nikon coming at them. A mobile […]
Wordless Wednesday: Like The Corners Of My Mind
Stumbled across this photo sequence tucked away somewhere on the computer. So many memories. So many precious files I STILL haven't saved to disc. Where does the time go?
Music Memory
I thought everyone's life had a soundtrack. Every significant memory in my life – and even the insignificant ones – have music attached. My earliest memories are all punctuated by songs. Going to Mum's hairdresser reminds me of Mondo Rock, trips away on the houseboat recall the Good Morning, Vietnam soundtrack, driving to […]