There was a song. It was a nice song discovered at 38 weeks pregnant, hurriedly added to a birth playlist in a fit of mild panic and forgotten about. It was a song listened to in labour that took on new meaning, it would swell and swoop and with it my excitement would soar. I would grip onto the fireplace through contractions, knuckles white, and cry at the pain and the beauty of each…Read More
Welcome to spring. I’m so excited to share with you the first in a series of seasonal guides, The Family Collective Guide to Spring. Celebrating and living with the seasons is something that is so important to us as a family, and the ways in which we raise our daughter. We find so much joy in tying our lives to what is happening outside, in creating celebrations and traditions that we plan to rediscover each year. Memories of our daughter are similarly intertwined, the blossoms float in the background as I think of our first park picnics. The world outside is ochre as we chopped apples together to make a cake, small mouse-like nibbles in each and every slice.Read More
In our little patch of Suffolk over the last few days, it really feels like spring has well and truly landed. The sky is at its bluest, and it feels glorious sit and bask in the first warmth after winter. More likely than not, its not going to last too long before we at least get some spring showers, so we are making the most of it all.
Sometimes, that might be the simple act of hanging washing outside to dry. Or changing up our menu a little for fresher food. Every season we pull out new…Read More
Power to the Mother is a series of interviews on the transformative and empowering experience of motherhood.
This month, I’m interviewing Sarah Starrs blogger, virtual assistant and mother to one. Sarah always writes beautifully about mothering while also keeping in tune with her magic practices, and being entirely and generously herself. Here we talk about having the birth you didn’t plan for, the relentlessness of parenting and the beauty you can find within it too. Thank…Read More
In our scraggly patch of concreted garden there are a few pots mainly growing weeds, some sort of cardboard house we made, and - shamefully - our Christmas tree still. But despite it all, as I sit here facing the french doors, I am watching a pigeon, blackbirds and a blue tit swing on our bird feeders and peck around amongst the concrete. I know that should I go out there, I would find wood lice amongst logs and worms underneath plant…Read More
My body and me have never really had much of a problem with one another. We have never had many quarrels, never really erred on the side of unhappiness in our relationship; my body has always been quite good company.
She’s always been quite a forgiving one. Allowed me far…Read More
We currently have a bird obsessed toddler. She listens with utmost concentration when she hears them out on a walk. She points at every window and says “bird” in the hope of catching sight of one. And when she actually does, our feathered friend is met with so much pointing and shrieking that the poor thing usually clears off quite quickly. Every book with any bird in is now a favourite, and we love encouraging them into our postage stamp garden.Read More
I’m returning to our play space series with another room in our little house, the kitchen. The kitchen is actually my favourite room in the house, it gets so much light during the day, there’s actually room for everything we need and its the nicest rental kitchen we have certainly ever had. Saying this, I felt like it was fairly difficult to make child-friendly. We don’t have room (or money) for a learning tower, nor much space for child-accessible areas, but it’s surprised me just how much we could do when I shifted my thinking and worked on it a little…Read More