Thursday, 18 June 2015

Family and Farewells

Illustration by Alessandro Gottardo

I've never been very good at goodbyes. I have sobbed hugely and embarrassingly in busy airports more times than anyone would probably like to admit to. Goodbyes are among the hardest parts of having so many homes strewn across the globe. Today was an especially hard goodbye.

Having my mom here during the last days of my pregnancy and for the first few weeks of Sprout's life was at first a riot, then essential, and finally a pleasure. Spending this intimate time with my family: watching their joy, leaning on them when I was exhausted, and being reassured that "this is normal" every time something didn't look quite right... it was amazing and I'm so grateful for it.

And now we find our feet as a threesome.

Wish us luck, larks!

Always, but especially now that I've gone through it, birth stories make me cry.

Why did no one warn me about the gripping hypochondriacness-slash-anxiety that accompanies motherhood?!

Something to do with all the pretty tins I can't bear to throw away

Because it's better to light a candle than to curse the darkness

I always loved playing this game with littles that I babysat

Sunday, 7 June 2015

Sad Animal Facts

Image from Sad Animal Facts
I don't know about you, but I am a sucker for nature documentaries. David Attenborough is definitely one of my favourite narrators and I could watch footage of albatross doing their lumbering run to take off for hours. Maybe that's why I'm loving Sad Animal Facts so much... one part learning about the natural world, one part doom and gloom.

Have you seen it before? Do you love it too?

P.S. A murder of crows and other cool collective nouns for animals

Friday, 5 June 2015

Whaley lovely

Illustration by minifrenchie
This past week has been full of new revelations, amazing surprises, and ups and downs (many of these made up of getting up and down from sleep all night). It's been emotional, challenging, and really really lovely as we adjust to becoming a threesome.

I have learned about the all-consuming worry that accompanies the all-encompassing love of a mother. I am constantly reminded how lucky I am to have such an incredible partner, family and village to help ease the transition of having the center of my universe irrevocably shifted.

I am tired. I am in awe. I am grateful.

Bits and pieces I've found while scrolling through the web at some odd hours:

This creamy chicken dip sounds like it would really hit the spot! YUM!

I'm loving this skirt!

My midwife recommended I bake these boob cookies

Laverne Cox lays down some wise words

Unapologetically Awesome Amy

Love this article about girls with toys

Have you heard Florence's new album?. What do you think?

Saturday, 30 May 2015

Sprout's sprung!

Illustration by Petricia Metola
And in a flash, my world has been turned on its head with the arrival of our little Sprout. It is an exciting and exhausting time which has left us bleary-eyed and totally besotted.

These quiet moments on the couch seem like the perfect opportunity to re-invigorate this blog, which will likely be composed entirely one-handed (a skill I look to cultivate over this period of leave from work). There will still be art, design, beauty, and will probably now include a dash of baby... though I'll do my best to keep things balanced!

I've heard great things about this book.

This has been helping me feel like myself.

Lifefactory = lifesaver.

My post-natal skin has been in dire need of this,

Lifestyle changes have meant wardrobe changes and a first attempt at a capsule wardrobe.

And there's no link to it, but there's nothing like being cooked for by your mom.

Welcome back, larks. I'm so happy that you're here.

Thursday, 4 September 2014


via Chris Turnham
I have been travelling quite a bit in these past few months, and it's been wonderful to meet new people and see new places. I watched fireworks explode from the shores of Lake Michigan, saw Copenhagen from the back of a motorcycle, and ate sardines grilled on an open flames in the winding streets of Lisbon. It has been, in a word, awesome (which I've been told I say too much, and I think that is just awesome).

I wish I looked as the glamorous as the guy in that picture up there when I travelled... I have such a fetish for gorgeous, vintage luggage, but thankfully reason (and my husband) win out every time, and I end up with something practical and on wheels. But I like to imagine myself waiting for a chauffeur with piles of trunks and hat boxes. How do you like to blend form with function (& cost effectiveness) when it comes to your travel accessories?

All the travel has been amazing, but I can't tell you how good it feels to be home again, in my own bed, doing boring, lovely, domestic things.

Until next time, larks!

Sunday, 23 March 2014

A little bit fruity

a la Come to the Ecstasy

On a beautiful weekend away, a darling friend of mine placed a dish on the table. From my first bite, I knew that this ambrosia was going to quickly become one of my most fantasised-about desserts. Its contents were deceptively simple: Mangoes, strawberries, peaches, passionfruit mixed with cream, and a handful of meringue. This deconstructed pavlova was one of the more delicious sweet dishes I've had in a while, and reminded me of my undying love of fruit.

I would take a slice of fruit pie over a brownie any day of the week, and would pass over cake for lemon curd anywhere, anytime. I even spent three days on a 'fruit fast' (or feast, as more optimistic yogis try to label it)! It was far more bearable than you might have guessed- it even became a pleasure when I was reminded that avocado was a fruit.

What about you, Larks? What are your favourite fruits?

Monday, 17 March 2014

Weekends Away

a la La Chica del Pastel

Is there anything quite like a long weekend away? 

Great food, amazing friends, music tuned up too loud, and rum-filled coconuts drunk too quickly on sandy beaches.

In memory of our fading summer (and my northern-hemisphere friends' impending summer), tell me... what is your favourite destination for a weekend away?

a la Bardot