Baskets of Beauty

Today I visited Wariapendi Nursery, on the edge of the Southern Highlands. My mother had a gift voucher from last Christmas which she wanted to use, having spent the last couple of weekends in the back yard extending her native garden beds. With a low-slung metal trolley full of plants teetering in the breeze, and a long…

Winter Blues

I am not a huge fan of winter; the blustery-ness is awful, the limited hours of sunshine are depressing, my lips are constantly chapped and when it comes down to it, I just really, really don’t like being cold. I feel like a migratory bird, caught here by circumstance, ancient instincts telling me to go North, to return to brighter, warmer places….

Mend and make do

I recently realised that I mend a lot of my clothes. This knowledge is hardly new; I have always been a sewer, a fixer, a mender. I was just made particularly aware of the fact when I found myself five metres above ground, hanging on a silk (I do aerial acrobatics), with my nose about two…

Book Review: ‘The Man Who Climbs Trees’

I have just finished reading the most amazing book. I don’t usually gravitate towards auto-biographies, but a long time ago I snapped a photo on my phone when browsing in a bookshop, and the blurb stuck in my head. When I found myself at a lose end in Better Read Than Dead (Newtown) the other…

Wednesday Pickle Club

I have recently joined a pickle club. Or rather, I was one of the first members at the inaugural meeting of a just-formed pickle club. Our first event was quite a low-key affair. It consisted of the four of us sitting cross-legged in a circle sharing pickling stories, discussing the history of pickling and fermentation…

Like Birkenstocks, but better…

I have practically lived in my beloved Birkenstocks for the past five years. They have delivered me safely up slippery sandstone steps in the Blue Mountains, across spinifex coated tundra in Kakadu, and paced kilometres of pavement in cities around the world. So when they finally died, I was mildly devastated, to say the least….

A letter, of sorts, to my followers

Dear reader, I am sorry it has been a while since I was last in touch; I hope the start of the year has treated you well. I feel like a lot has happened over the last couple of months, so here is a brief update (you will be unsurprised to learn most of it…

Summer nights and a long commute

I recently found myself explaining (again) why I am willing to commute such a long distance every day, so that I can both work in the city and live in the bush. Just to give you some context; if I stop for a coffee on my way to the station in the morning, and with…

Nanette: Comedy to Make You Weep

On Saturday night I went to see my favourite comedian, Hannah Gadsby, at the Sydney Opera House. I was lucky enough to get a ticket to her last performance of ‘Nanette’; a show which coincided with her announcement of impending retirement from comedy. I have been to many of Hannah’s live shows, but I have to…

Documentary: How To Stay Young

Many of my friends will remember when last year I made everyone sit cross-legged on the ground, and then try to get up without using their hands. One’s ability to perform this task, and to balance while doing so, is a surprisingly accurate indication of longevity. I heard about this experiment while watching a BBC…

Favourite Books of January

I really, really, really love architecture. In fact up until a few years ago the plan was to marry an architect. Not only because I wanted a beautiful house, but because I love how architects’ minds work; in colours, shapes, spaces, dimensions and emotions. Given that I have no plans for matrimony anytime soon (re:…

Podcast update: worthwhile listening

I was talking about one of my favourite podcasts to a family friend the other day when I realised I no longer listen to any of the channels I previously recommended on my blog. Given the every-growing number of fantastic podcasts available, I feel it is time for an updated list; one which features some…