In the run up to Christmas, I’m growing increasingly twitchy about the deluge of toy clutter about to hit. It feels like I’m constantly trying to find equilibrium, walking a delicate line between a sea of pink plastic in the living room, and sad little Orla playing with a lone broken doll in a corner. Simplifying is so much
Dreams really can come true. I know this, because Tony has finished painting our whole house white, and it’s every bit as lovely as I’d planned. White walls, white ceilings, white skirting boards and doors. Gone are the greens and the beiges and bakedbean-coloured 70s pine; the bees and the Winnie the Pooh murals and
One of my rules for living simply is to try and stick to possessions that work hard for us – multifunctional things that earn their space in our home by being practical and useful, as well as pretty. One area where I fail fairly spectacularly at this is blankets. Oh, blankets – the prints, the textures, the
I shared this simple summer wreath on Instagram and got a few requests for a tutorial, so here it is. It’s really easy to make; something about weaving the flowers through is really quite soothing, and it gives me a valid excuse to go out and gather up a basket of wildflowers. The Instagram wreath used cow parsely;
Femininity & minimalism. Why does it feel so refreshing to hear those two words together? Perhaps because as women, we’re so often encouraged to be frivolous consumers – shopping for fun, buying fast fashion, the latest shampoo or lipstick, always required to stay pretty & neat. In fact somehow, the more feminine you aspire to
I was the kind of child who lived in a perpetual daydream; the cars were boats, the roads canals, and the clouds on the horizon, above the houses, were definitely snow covered hills. Some days I’d stare at them so long & hard I couldn’t even be sure any more; were there mountains there? Had
I first collected some saplings in spring, expecting them to live a few weeks like cut flowers. Instead, they kept on growing, and I’ve had mini trees on my windowsill ever since – with, admittedly, a few casualties along the way. Here’s what I’ve learned: Collecting The best time to collect is early spring when
A little tug of war inside of me: I love simplicity and clean bright spaces, but I also love STUFF. Especially NEW STUFF and stuff that makes life easier and stuff that reminds me of nice things or people or places. So it’s a balancing act, requiring frequent purges & an occasionally ruthless heart.