The Loft | The Countdown

The Countdown

My ribs are sore. My belly tight. The kicks keep me up at night, and when they don’t, frequent trips to the bathroom do. The Braxton Hicks are coming on faster and stronger, and I’m counting down the weeks till I get to meet this babe. Each milestone feels monumental – 12 weeks, halfway through,…

The Loft | Welcoming Spring

Welcoming Spring

It’s late afternoon, and the sun is slowly setting. It’s the beginning of Spring, and it is almost t-shirt weather after a warm and sunny day. The birds are chatting away to one another, and I can smell that distinct smell of a barbecue being cooked somewhere close by. I’m sitting on our front verandah,…

The Loft | A DIY for your weekend

A DIY for your weekend

I’m a sucker for a good DIY. I have long been inspired by people going out and repurposing furniture; making something beautiful out of something seemingly useless. Though I am constantly consuming inspiring images and stories of people creating beautiful things, I seldom never get my own hands dirty. I have often put this down…

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6 months in

I am a highly sentimental person. Dates are special to me – I love celebrations and holidays, and I love to read meaning into things. After we started dating in 2011, for about a year, I wrote down all of the meaningful text messages Dave wrote to me in an Evernote note (until it somehow…

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6 Weeks in Paris

In 2010, I spent a busy one day in Paris, catching a fast train from La Loire area in the morning, and returning at night. I saw all the sites, from Notre Dame, to Montemarte, and the Eiffel Tower. To be honest, I was pretty disappointed in the city; and didn’t find it as charming…

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One week in.

I am on day 8 of the Minimalism Game, and so far, it has been a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. For those who aren’t familiar with the Minimalism Game, feel free to read my previous post to get caught up. I don’t want to make this too long, but here…

The Minimalism Game

As a kid I was extremely messy. I’d sleep with piles of toys, clothes, and books on my bed – sometimes so high, that I’d opt to sleep on the lounge instead. Although I can still be messy nowadays, I’ve come very far, and I have to say that a lot of that growth has…

Life, recently.

The last few months have been so much fun, and so full of life. It’s been an extremely fulfilling year thus far. I’ve planted herbs, tended to potted plants, and spent a lot of time with Isla out the front of our place weeding our front garden. There is something so lovely about watching Isla…

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A new start.

There is something so freeing about a bad internet connection, or better yet, no internet connection at all. Instead of binging on Netflix, or scrolling through the endless content on social media these past two weeks, I’ve read three (almost four) books, rested, stared out the window – instead of at a screen – and…

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Sunday.

It’s a Sunday afternoon and I’m sitting on my parent’s couch, listening to music, watching Dave get Isla’s dinner ready. Today has been one of those quintessential lazy Sundays. Multiple cups of tea and exciting discussions over breakfast. Long naps. Looking out the window to see the sun poking out behind looming storm clouds. We’ve…

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Slow living

I used to despise washing clothes by hand. Even a few months ago, I would do everything I could to get out of having to get my hands all sudsy. I’d keep the dirty jumper at the bottom of the dirty laundry basket for months on end. I’d choose not to wear an item if…