The arrival of Spring has brought on a mad desire to change everything and plump up the cushions on the KWS couch. Read on to learn more about my plans for the blog!
What happens on Band Camp stays on Band Camp… unless you want to make people jealous of all the fun you had!
There’s a sewing machine collection in my house and I swear I don’t know how it got there. Is it possible to become a collector without realising it?
Have you ever looked back at your old self and though they outshone your current self in every way? Good news: you’re not alone! Even better news: there’s a way to get past these delusions.
Time is passing and I am making progress of a vague sort, complete with photographs of said vague progress.
When I’m not knitting, sewing or photographing things foolish enough to stand still in my presence, I write. This is how I generally go about it.
One week in May, with divers photographs.
The great stealer of productivity – television – now seems to have its sights fixed on taking over the world.
When I was five, my family moved to a ten acre farm in the Yarra Valley. It was possibly the best imaginable way to grow up.