Number 6

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

On the littlest duckling's birthday another baby girl was born. A baby girl who is also the sixth child in her family. Isn't that a lovely coincidence? There is a bit of a gap between this new little girl and her bigger brothers and sisters so there are lots of strong arms to carry her and warm laps eager to hold her. I think she is going to grow up in a very special cocoon indeed.
I wrapped up one of my little babushka/matroyshka dolls to send up north to their beautiful house in the trees near the easternmost edge of the Australia.
Welcome to the world Lucy!


Tuesday, September 29, 2015


Monday, September 28, 2015


Sunday, September 27, 2015


Saturday, September 26, 2015

For one or my beautiful god daughters who is turning 12.

Construction Chic

Friday, September 25, 2015

Offcuts of rebar are lying around the house and there are muddy boot prints tracking through the rooms. We're going to make it a 'thing'.


Thursday, September 24, 2015


I have never managed to make a baked cheesecake that didn't crack but covering it with strawberries is yummy way to hide the flaw.

Happy Birthday Duckling

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

Cupcakes at noon, strawberry cheesecake at night and lots of reminiscing about when she was new. These two years have passed so quickly and have been filled with so much joy.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Heart full.


Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Cream Cheese Icing

Monday, September 21, 2015

Beautiful cakes made by a beautiful friend.

Mr Duyvken

Thursday, September 17, 2015

If you have been reading the blog for a while and have followed the adventures of Mr Duyvken you have probably noticed that he likes to cook. Not just cook but do things from scratch. Want tofu? Make your own tofu press. Like sourdough? Harvest wild yeast to make a mother and spend years slowly perfecting your technique. Think macaroons are yummy? Cue macaroon making technique You Tube marathon. Wood-fired pizza your thing? Build a pizza oven.
He doesn't do things by halves, that's for sure.
So, what's the deli meats situation? You ask. Don't fret, dear reader. Mr Duyvken found a fridge on ebay and a few other components he needs and he is constructing his own drying chamber.
I sense a new mini-obsession blossoming. A harvest of salamis and sopressas can't be far behind.


Wednesday, September 16, 2015

This isn't a display in a museum, it is a (little visited) shelf in one of my local shops. That big bottle up the back is Aeroplane Egg Yellow colouring. I have never come across it before and the way the sides of the container have contracted as the contents have evaporated make me think perhaps it has been sitting here for quite a while. I wonder if Aeroplane make it anymore? It's $2.80 if anyone has been trying to track it down.


Tuesday, September 15, 2015

We watched the bees lose their tiny minds over these gorgeous blue flowers. The littlest duckling giggled about their tiny bottoms waggling in the air as they dug for pollen. Thereby proving her credentials as a nearly two year old.


Monday, September 14, 2015

The shade will deepen soon but for now they are ecstatically green.


Sunday, September 13, 2015

No wonder we couldn't find her pacifier this morning. She had put it in amongst the oranges and mandarins.


Saturday, September 12, 2015

It's very good.

Hand me downs

Friday, September 11, 2015

We have some friends who give us the most beautiful handmedowns for duckling and sweetie. I don't know how they manage to keep everything in such good condition but we certainly appreciate it.


Thursday, September 10, 2015


From one my favourite movies, LA Story.


Monday, September 07, 2015

All wrapped up and ready to go! Now for that slightly anxious feeling of sending something handmade through the post. I'll do a longer blog post about it once I know that it has safely arrived in Bristol and Billy is holding it in his sweet little hands..
I am going to miss these cheery little Scarlet Fig llamas, they have a lot of personality.
Travel safely little guys!

Happy Father's Day

Sunday, September 06, 2015

Knowing What It's Not

Saturday, September 05, 2015

One of our neighbours has a beautiful garden and she sometimes gives us plants that she has dug out of her yard to plant in ours. We have a 'yesterday, today and tomorrow' and some impatiens from her in a spot near the clothesline that is quickly becoming known as Mrs Rutherford's corner. She is often watering her front garden as we leave in the morning and most of our neighbourly chats happen over the fence while the little duyvkens are getting into the car and running back into the house to collect forgotten hats, library books and water bottles. This week I found this waiting for me on the fence post - plants that she had dug out for me that she has growing prolifically around her back shed. She said 'They're not ranunculus' which completely charmed me.
When the news about the flood of refugees fleeing Syria, and the heartbreaking death of Aylan Kurdi and his brother and mother came later in the week it reminded me of the 'what it's not'. It's not compassionate, it's not humane, it's not kind. It's also not right to just be a spectator or to engage in clicktivism without further action.
So, what can we do? What should we do?
We have donated to the UNICEF appeal, we have written to our Ministers about both the Syrian refugees and other asylum seekers waiting to be properly processed here in Australia, and we lit a candle for Aylan and all the others. We see you and we will remember you.
So, they're not ranunculus, I guess we'll know what they are when they flower. It is my hope that our compassion, humanity and kindness will flower with them.

Fortune. Truth.

Friday, September 04, 2015

We went out for chinese for my birthday dinner last week. It was a brightly lit strip mall restaurant completely empty of people dining in except for the eight of us. People were coming and going with take away containers, the door bell jingling with each entry and exit. There was a tank filled with brightly coloured fish, and red paper dragons hanging from the ceiling wished us a belated Gong Hey Fat Choy. We ordered all our favourites, ate our fill, laughed with the sweet owner who kept complimenting the children on their behaviour (perhaps to encourage good manners as much as to reward them), enjoyed spinning the lazy susan around (it was the littlest duckling's first and she was very taken with it) and then the fortune cookie plate arrived. Everyone took one and shared their fortunes until there were only two left on the plate  One each for Mr Duyvken and me. Mr Duyvken cracked his and we laughed at whatever impenetrably profound thing it said and then I cracked mine. I unfolded the paper, read it and knew straight away I would be keeping this fortune. I have tucked it into a frame, with one of my favourite photos, where I will see it every day and always remember the night I turned 41.
A little madness, a little kindness, makes for happiness.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Heart full.

One Stray Stitch

Wednesday, September 02, 2015


Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Masses of them under the trees in oma's garden.

Cream Butter and Sugar

Cha cha cha.

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