Lines and loops


I’ve had art projects for my home captured in my head for years, and I haven’t done anything about bringing them to life.

Tonight, I put pen to paper and started working on creating one of my visions. Tucked up on the couch in between checking on the moon turning red outside with the smallest boy, I drew words that make my heart sing.


There’s no place like home


I didn’t post yesterday because I was absolutely exhausted from travelling and people and not enough sleep, but all day I felt wrapped in a bubble of contentment, because I was home.

And my words this morning sum it up perfectly.


What is ‘home’ for you? A place, a time, an experience? It’s different for all of us, I’d love to hear your thoughts.

Be it ever so humble


We got home late tonight after a weekend away, piling out of the car and not even unpacking with the intention of heading straight to bed .

I am so grateful to have spent the weekend with family and friends, but as we pulled into the driveway, my heart breathed a sigh of content knowing I was home. I knew a mess awaited me inside, that the next couple of days will be spent doing housework and washing and unpacking and everything that comes with the aftermath of travelling but right now, I don’t care.

I’m home, and my heart is full.

Keeping it simple


I love photos. Whether it’s capturing a memory or just simply a piece of life, I love photos in all forms around me at home.

I especially love PicTapGo for beautiful, on-the-go editing – right now, I’m editing photos (and writing this post) on my phone, right where I’ve taken them, by the beach as the world passes by. Then I’ll go home and have one made into a canvas, the hardest decision to make being choosing just one.





Love my home state, and this place is part of my childhood. I’ll take the pictures of my heart home and put them on the wall, so simple but so fulfilling.

Words to live by

if you want a golden rule that will fit everything , this is it: Have nothing in your house that you know not to be useful, or believe to be beautiful
– William Morris

We’ve left home for the long weekend here in South Australia, and I pondered these words as I was driving this afternoon.

I have much in my home that is neither of the above, and I’m tired of constantly having to manage allthethings. To quote The Nester, I’m most definitely a ‘stuff manager’, and it’s not a hat I wish to keep wearing. I’m working on that, but it’s a work in progress (aren’t we all??)

Beautiful and useful. I love the thought of these requirements as being essential criteria for allowing anything into my home. So simple, and yet so open to interpretation. But certainly food for thought.

What about you? What is your ‘yardstick’ or criteria for what makes it into your home?


The little things


Our poor bathroom is routinely neglected of any TLC, always being used in a very utilitarian manner. The renos are still not quite finished, and it can be a bit of a dumping ground for tools and such.

A bit of lavender and a glass vase brought in a bit of pretty. And the best part? The flowers don’t need water and can dry as they are.

Yep, I’m all about what I can achieve with minimal effort. Especially if it means getting things done.

And it’s already making me smile.

What makes you smile in your home, big or small?

Day One


Hi.  Again.

So this is me, right now.  38 years old, mum of 2 teenagers and 1 x 11 year old, partner (again) to the man I used to be married to, daughter, friend, sister, nurse, knitter, DIY-er, consumer of books and general lover of life.

And self-indulgent brat.

I’m starting my second Whole 30 today, and it’s taken me months to get here, to face up to myself and acknowledge that how I’m living is not working. For me or my family.  Eating whatever I want, not moving, not getting enough sleep, worrying and generally wallowing in lack of motivation is not resulting in a life lived well.

I lost my job 6 months ago, then went through having a hysterectomy and a variety of other health issues that on their own would have been fairly minor, but basically all the c**p in my life snowballed and to put it bluntly, I just let it go.  Not in the way that ‘Frozen’ or any number of inspirational quotes intend, but in the I-just-don’t-have-the-energy-or-care-factor-to-deal-with-this-so-I-won’t way that usually results in a whole lot more rubbish in life to deal with.  Amid some implosions and explosions.

On the grand scale of things, these are majorly first world issues, and despite the bumps and crashes along the way, I live an incredibly blessed life.  Hence why I’m qualified to call myself a self-indulgent brat, because I have the capacity to actually be a grown-up and make choices that mean I can live my best life, and be the best person I can be in the lives of people I ‘do life’ with.

I know that I cannot change the course of my life simply by what I choose to eat, but what I know from my first Whole 30 is that the program is not just about food.  It might start with food,  but it certainly doesn’t end there.  It’s about addressing how our choices affect our health and wellbeing, and therefore our lives in general, and how to make choices that lead to optimal health and living.  The creators of Whole 30 identify nine factors (the Whole 9) that ‘….. we believe, when properly balanced, will lead you to optimal health’ – Nutrition, Sleep, Healthy Movement, Fun and Play, Stress Management, Socialisation, Natural Environment, Personal Growth and Temperance.  

I’ve been failing pretty much all of them.  

And that’s ok, because today is today, and everything that’s come before is done and dusted, leaving me with a wealth of experience and life lessons.  Like how eating anything with grains or sugar or has been processed leaves me with achy joints, headaches and feeling generally blah (thank-you, auto-immune disease), and that no, my body will not eventually give up fighting and just accept whatever I throw at it without complaint.

So that picture up there, that’s my ‘Starting’ photo (no bikini shots from this little black duck, the world doesn’t need to see that), not to compare before and after, but just a record of who I am today, where I am in my life, and the choice I’m making.

To live well, so I can help others live well.  Ultimately, I have the freedom to do whatever I want to in life, but I don’t want to just get by, I want to be the best version of me that I can.

Eat clean.  Get enough sleep.  Move regularly.  Love intentionally.  Laugh a lot.  Get outside. Take time out.  Be a part of my community.

Simple, really.

Join me??

If you’re even remotely curious about what Whole 30’s all about, even just to see if it’s as crazy as people say it is, go and check out the website or FB page.  Then jump over to the Whole 9 site to see where it all started, and browse their great list of resources.  And I’d really encourage you to get a hold of ‘It Starts With Food’, the book that really opened my eyes to just how much food can affect our lives.  I promise you, it’s worth it.



Do what you can

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I was talking with a friend yesterday, discussing my bathroom renovation, and working on my house in general, including this little ‘project’ of loving my home purposefully.  My friend said to me that she has admired that I’ve done what I can, when I can, as I can afford it and when I’ve had time, rather than waiting to do it all when I have enough money/time/help/resources etc.

I was surprised by her comment, as I’ve never thought about how I do things from that perspective.  I’ve been frustrated by the stop/start nature of the majority of my projects, whether progress has been halted by lack of money or time, illness, whatever crops up and suspends production for a time, but I haven’t put off starting a project just waiting for everything to fall into place.  If I did that, nothing would ever get done around here!

We have lived in a perpetual state of in-the-middle-of (some might call it mess) for a couple of years, and that’s kind of become normal for us.  I’ve learned to work around what’s half-finished and in-progress (just ask me how you can still use a bath throughout a bathroom renovation), and when I do finish something, I’m almost surprised to live with something that’s complete.

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I haven’t really ever thought that that way of doing things is preferable to waiting until ‘the right time’, let alone admirable, for me it’s just been the only approach I’ve known.  Do what I can, when I can, with what I’ve got, and just keep going until it’s finished. Much like the rest of life, really.  Sometimes it just takes someone else’s point of view to shift our own perspective, and to help us be a little bit kinder to ourselves.

Here’s one I prepared earlier

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Once upon a time, I had a blog where I planned to share my adventures in DIY, all the learning, mistakes and results in all their glory.

Cue the record scratch called life-that-happens, and that blog went by the wayside.  But no matter, here we are again, and I’m sharing with you the project that was the catalyst for starting that blog, especially as I still get asked even now how I did what I did.

The very first time I walked into my house, I was nearly blinded by the carpet that looked like the 70’s had vomited all over the floor:


I knew that it had to go.

December 2011 saw the carpet being pulled up and ditched, and initially I wanted to paint the timber floors white with a basic acrylic paint.  I already knew that I had to investigate alternatives to general commercial paint, as recent renovations at my office had proved literally hazardous to my health – even the low-VOC paint used by the painters had made me unwell enough to have to stay out of the office as much as possible for a few days.  So when I decided that I wanted to give my floors a limewashed look, I naturally turned to that online font-of-all-knowledge – Google – for advice.  And I was somewhat surprised when I struggled to find a simple, step-by-step tutorial on how to achieve the effect I wanted, and so I found myself gathering all the information I could to work out how to create beautiful floors.

I was very fortunate to have my Dad volunteer to sand back the floors, with my then – 14 year old son as his sidekick (a good how-to tutorial for sanding floors can be found here).  Dad hired a floor sander for the day, and with a few hiccups along the way, transformed the pine flooring from grubby to gorgeous.

Before the floors were sanded, I had already found the brand of paint I was going to use.  A few years ago, I committed to reducing the use of toxic chemicals in my house as much as possible, for a whole variety of reasons, including some chronic health issues I have.  When it came time to find the right paint to use, I Googled ‘eco paint’ and was pleasantly surprised to find quite a few Australian companies producing low or non-toxic paints and associated products.  I discovered Ecolour paints in my search, and knew that they had the product I was looking for.  From their site:

ecolour is an Australian manufacturer of premium quality, climate friendly synthetic paint. It performs like any other premium quality paint, can be tinted to almost any colour from any paint chart, is scrubbable, and is certified Carbon Neutral.

Traditional household paints contain toxic chemicals that are released into the air for years after application, called Volatile Organic Compounds (VOCs). All our paints are water based, and kind to your health with ZERO VOCs.

Our unique Australian invention uses re-cycled re-refined waste engine oil to make our water based paint. The oil acts as a preservative, providing durability and smooth application qualities to the paint. ecolour paints have been proven in the marketplace for over 10 years.

The ecolour range includes interior and exterior paints as well as timber finishes. It is suitable for residential, commercial and retail applications.

While Dad was sanding the floors, I rang Ecolour and after some discussion regarding what ‘look’ I was going for, I ordered a limewash tinted sealer product called ‘Polyclear’, at a cost of about $200 for 15 litres (including delivery).

I had initially thought that I was going to have to prime the floorboards, paint with an outdoor paint, and then top them off with a clear sealer.  The lovely gentleman at Ecolour put me on to the limewash tinted Polyclear, for which I was very grateful!

Whilte I waited for the paint to arrive, I did some more reading on what to do when sealing timber floors, and I had to go by information provided for sealing timber floors with a polyurethane finish and just hope that it was effectively the same process!  I knew that I’d need to sand the floors again after the first coat, and figured I cross that bridge when I came to it (I wasn’t keen on having to hire a floor sander again – this is a budget DIY project!!)  When the paint finally landed on my doorstep, I painted a small test patch of flooring and was initially disappointed with the result – the effect was barely noticeable, and I figured I’d just have to trust that the result would be what I wanted in the end.

Before I got painting, I went to the local hardware store and bought a microfibre roller designed for paining floors with a clear-coat product (along with a paint tray, I really had very little in the way of equipment at the beginning!).

First I taped off the skirting boards that were still in place with painter’s tape, and then  with not a small degree of trepidation, I got painting!

My heart sank when I began to see this emerge:

The timber was turning pink!  I had a moment of panic before something in the deep dark recess of my memory came to light, reminding me that somewhere along the way I had read that when sealing some timbers, the timber’s natural oil would be drawn out, giving them a pink tinge – pine being one.  After the first coat was dry, the pink-ness went away, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I cut in around the edges of the room with a broad paintbrush, and wasn’t too fussy about my application, as any messiness would be covered by the skirting boards when they were replaced.

Painting the floor was effectively like painting a wall, just horizontal instead of vertical.  I painted along the direction of the floorboards, going agross the room in sections about 4 boards wide at a time, and overlapping each time I started a new section.  After the first coat was done, the ‘burr’ of the timber was quite noticeable, which I knew would happen and required another sanding with a finer grade sandpaper (240 grit).  I weighed up my options, and ended up buying a 1/2 sheet orbital sander and convincing my son that he’d *really* be helping me out if he could sand the floors for me.  All 52 square meteres!!  Fortunately I have a great kid who was happy to help (and who also knew there would be a pay-off for his efforts!), and he set to work with one of these little treasures – my very first power tool purchase!!

(I have no affiliations with the brands of any products I use, but I was one happy camper with this sander!)

My dear son worked in sections across the room, working the sander side-to-side across 4 boards along the length of the boards.  After the sanding was finished, I swept and vaccumed the floors, then went over then with a very lightly damp mop to pick up any dust.  After this, it was just a matter of applying two more coats of paint.  You can see below the difference between one and two coats (second coat on the left):

and 2 and 3 coats (third coat on the right):

And the finished result!

I was very, very happy with how my floors turned out, and it was a relatively easy process in the end.  There was absolutely no residual smell from the Polyclear (in fact apart from at the time of application, there was no smell at all!), and even though the end result is different from my original vision, I love how the lightness of the floors really brightened up the place.

Nearly 2 years down the track, the floors certainly show signs of being ‘lived on’, pine is a soft wood and I don’t have a hard lacquer coating on top, so we were always bound to end up with evidence of a life lived well with these floors!!  I still love them, and since this project I have replaced the skirting boards, and repainted the walls, skirtings and architraves, and it’s a beautifully light space to live in.

This project was definitely a labour of love, and one of the first things I did to really love and care for our home.  I’ve done more work on my house since finishing the floors, both DIY and with professional help, and with everything that gets done, this space we live our lives in feels more like a home and less like just a building providing shelter.  It’s not perfect and never will be, but it’s ours, and it’s where we love – every day.

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I had plans for today – namely being working on my bathroom – but my body’s telling me that today needs to be one of rest.

I don’t like that.  Like I said, I had plans.

Patience, grasshopper.

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I’ve written before about the patience of love, indeed it is the first quality of love that Paul talks about in his beautiful description of real love.  When I came home from church this morning, after listening to a sermon on living real love, I was immediately frustrated that my house wasn’t as tidy as I wanted it to be, and later that my beautifully tidy dining room was hosting a few items that didn’t belong there.  My first impulse was to get my son to come and put away the things he had left out, but then those words whispered in my thoughts –

Love is patient.

We need patience when we love not just with people, but with everything in our lives – our homes, our jobs, our selves, our callings.  I had that realisation today, that there is purpose in the not-doing, in the letting-go, in taking a breath and just sitting.

My house wasn’t built in a day, and it’s taken a lot longer than that to make it our home.  We’ve been living here for nearly 5 years, and it’s taken most of that time for me to really work out how to make this house our home, to make it the warm, welcoming, loving space where we do life, imperfectly.  Granted, most of that time I’ve been holding my breath, too fearful to start anything in case I didn’t do it perfectly, and to apply a quote from Myquillin Smith in her beautiful book, I got all caught up in myself and missed the real purpose of being here: connecting.

The waiting has had purpose, though, in that we’ve lived in this space long enough to know much of what works and what doesn’t, what we like and what we want to change.  One thing a time, doing what we can with what we have, and embracing the The Nester’s philosophy of It Doesn’t Have To Be Perfect To Be Beautiful.

So today I ignored the bits and pieces left in the dining area by my son who was off creating his own beauty, and I let go of the expectations I put on myself and instead chose to embrace the opportunity to just breathe, to sit in the sunshine and rest.

Because life – just like my home – doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful.