I have come to a reluctant acceptance that it is impossible to plan a quiet Christmas Day . No matter how much I swear to be steadfast & stubborn, defending our wish to stay home alone December 25th, our plans inevitably tangle up like forgotten fairy lights. So many other people’s hopes and plans are wrapped up in our own,
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;
I really like Christmas. It’s sentimental, I know, but I just really like it… It’s nearly here. I’m snatching quiet moments here & there, listening to my favourite Christmas songs, doing the simple creative things that make me feel connected to this new home. Weaving wreaths & garlands from foraged evergreens, baking spiced snowflakes and
It’s an endless struggle in our home; for every thing we let go of, a thousand new things call our name. I’m so easy to market to – despite an entire lifetime of buying and buying and nothing changing, I’m still full of hope that the right purchase will transform me into Advert Girl –
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.