16 Apr 2014
It's raining outside. Not a downpour, just a barely there drizzle only audible as car tyres spray it about. Thankfully the temperature has dropped a little and the air inside warrants a cotton wrap about my shoulder; Autumn is showing herself. My beloved is snoozing on the rug and in a stroke of luck, both the babies are napping also. All is pleasantly still.
A candle flickers in the breeze, an open window, and I inhale frankincense, sandalwood and mandarin vapours. Their warming scent promotes contemplation, focus and happiness. Tomorrow I might burn cedarwood and rosemary to bring in the new day.
It's almost time to haul out the blankets from the linen cupboard for a wash in eucalyptus infused liquid and
a sun bathe. An eclectic collection of secondhand, crocheted and pure wool beauties brought back to life with homemade binding to encase raggedy edges. Early Spring sees me packing them away but come Autumn, I wash them and add one to each of our beds. Maybe tomorrow if the sun is shining.
By the door is evidence of a little thrifting adventure. A collection of wicker, twig and woven grass baskets in earthy hues for toys and knitting supplies. And small pottery beakers for freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning and warm honey milk in the afternoons. An intricately carved table, an exciting find, now sits beside my bed awaiting a cup of tea. Perhaps now before everyone wakes on this perfect Autumn afternoon.
15 Apr 2014
Lately my world has been a happy, messy jumble of vintage fabrics, pins and too many ideas. On good days there have been pastel woodland fairies to photograph, on others, nasty arguments with Photoshop. Doubt and hope vie for top ranks in my attention but always the fire in my belly burns steadily. All the ideals I hold so dear are culminating into this, my little online shop.
In Summer when my girl asked for a new nightie I obliged her with a trip to the shops. Reeling from the garish colours, inappropriate slogans and unforgiving fabrics we shared a milkshake in defeat and headed home empty handed. In the essence of "making do" we scoured my cupboard of vintage fabrics, mocked up a little pattern and made one ourselves. And so little wren was born.
A collection of childrens' * sleepwear using butter soft, vintage cottons and flannelettes, and fuss free, simple designs that hint at a time when children ran freely and played cricket in the street. Cool, flowy and breathable. Recycled, whimsical and beautiful. And at it's core, my ideals of sustainability, reusing and recycling, and comfort in harmony with beauty. With every step of this small venture I will endeavour to weave my philosophies of life; to tread gently on this planet.
This project is very close to my heart, I hope you enjoy it.
* a boy's range is in the pipeline
14 Apr 2014
connecting - It's school holidays here and so delicious to have both my babies close by. We're planning a few small adventures but mostly looking forward to slow days at home.
nourishing - The weather has turned slightly cooler so I'm savouring beakers of herbal teas. Chai and ginger are helping to convince me that Autumn will show her true colours soon.
reading - I've bought a few back issues of Taproot and have relished it's gentle ways.
creating - Quiet days at home have had me reaching for my knitting basket. With a "Granny's favourite" cardigan completed for my honey girl and plenty of snuggly grey yarn left, I've cast on a Tama for the little man. They'll be twins.
nurturing - Breakfasts have been all about sourdough toast, ricotta, honey and chia seeds.And a cup of tea of course.
growing - Neglecting, rather. Those wispy maiden hair ferns I boasted about are on their last legs. A good hair cut and some time outside in a cool, sheltered spot should hopefully do the trick.
listening - My babies have loved their time together again and there has been a lot of giggling. Some fighting, but mostly giggling.
13 Apr 2014
6 Apr 2014
1 Apr 2014
Spring seems to be synonymous with cleaning. But I find that once the road side fields ignite with wild flower blossom and the sea air wafts through open windows, I want to kick off my shoes, get outside and play amongst it all. Autumn however, with it's drawing inwards nature always inspires me to rethink the way we're living. I tend to go about about my decluttering more gently at this time of the year too allowing plenty of time to thoroughly cleanse areas of our home.
With one babe at school and the other besotted with a handful of cars and trucks I have turned my attention to our toys. Although we have mindfully sourced high quality play things I have found what with birthdays and Christmases that the collection has grown beyond the cupboards, and more importantly, beyond the needs and wants of our little people. How much do they really need?
At times we've been lured by the fanfare of catalogues and advertisements and we've guilted ourselves into believing that our babies are missing out if they don't have a sizable collection of Sylvanian families or a plastic washing machine that makes bubbly noises. But watching them deeply immersed in simple play has highlighted the power of less and re-affirmed the choices we are making. Toys of natural and sustainable materials, handcrafted and beautiful, recycled and reinvented; toys with soul. Ones that will grow with them, water the seeds of creativity and inspire imagination to blossom. And few of them.
These are the toys our babies reach for time and time again:
- Schleich animals with little wooden fences, trees and Mumma made felt play mats. Housed in a hodge podge of baskets they are easy for little hands to help with packing up.
- Fossicked shells, stones and seed pods are ever inspiring props. Add a few colourful silks, tiny boats and this timeless gnome house and all manner of worlds can be created.
- Dress ups housed in a vintage suitcase that lives under the bed.
- Baskets of Duplo and Lego can fill an afternoon with quiet play.
- A simple kitchen setup with a little sink and oven, a handful of knitted fruit and veg, wooden eggs and thrifted pots, pans and wooden spoons. Simple, beautiful play.
- The sandpit.
- Second hand match box cars and a small collection of handmade wooden trucks and trains.
- Wooden puzzles (again mostly sourced on thrifting adventures).
- Blocks; off cuts of building timber, tree blocks and handcrafted and rainbow ones. And with the addition of a mirror and some loose parts, the sky's the limit.
- Sets kept in calico bags e.g. doctors, hairdressers with most props sourced from trips to the local op shop.
- Soft dolls and animals, puppets and gnomes and a small basketful of handmade dolls clothes, old baby wraps and blankets.
31 Mar 2014
connecting - Last week we felt sand between our toes and let the current carry us, yesterday we walked amongst grand tree spirits and felt rain on our cheeks. The natural world never fails to calm
nourishing - Feeling all apothecary like I am sloughing away dry skin with a concoction of coconut oil, sugar and essential oils. Cheap and cheerful yet strangely indulgent.
reading - The real estate section of the paper is always open at the moment. I feel an adventure coming.
creating - A hall table top is being cleared in anticipation of this year's Easter branch. She has some grand plans this year!
nurturing - In an effort to carve out little pockets of time for myself I am scrutinising my daily comings and goings. There's a lot of time wasted in unnecessary or overzealous tasks so I'm creating windows of "me" time.
growing - We have ourselves a little spinach forest at the moment and I can't help but smile as I pick the outer leaves and add them to our daily meals. This recipe leaves plates licked clean.
listening - Rain on our tin roof; the ubiquitous Aussie soundtrack.