They say that tuis
are losing the range
of their song
since less and less
they hear each other
- and bellbirds-

Excerpt from "Talking to a tree fern at Lake Rotoiti" by Dinah Hawken.


 I bought this old grandmother's garden quilt top for a song at a market. Pulling out the paper templates was interesting. The person who made it had used old New World vouchers. I think there were two other people who have worked on it- one who used older 1970's dress fabrics and then someone in the early 90's who used lots of vintage sheets. I had to finish off a couple of corners, baste it and then I sent it off to my mum to quilt...

There is something immensely satisfying in finishing unfinished work. There must be 2500-3000 hexagons in this quilt. A lifetime of work.

Happy place


A busy weekend away left the kids with little downtime. This was taken last week when the two boys spent a whole morning working away at lego and drawing. This is their happy place. They call it their office.


Grandma was not one to waste words. I always received a birthday or christmas card from Grandma, in every country I lived in. They all said To Sonya, Love Grandma. As she got got older, she began to leave off the To Sonya, then later, the love, till she just signed Grandma.

Hello. It's me.

I rarely turn the camera on myself. But right now I need a marker, to draw a line under the past few years. I cut my hair off for the first time in over 10 years. Iggy started kindy today. Max is at school. The house feels empty and quiet. It's strange. But good.

Game on

These little windows of time I get.... the kids are at rugby practise, or at a playdate next door. It's not enough. Who gets a license plate that says XQIS1T? I wish it was mine. I'd have to take up smoking again though. Or vaping.


I kicked off this blog eight years ago as a way of getting back into photography. I need to kick start my self again- take photos, edit, plan, tell stories.

These shots are from a series I started this summer, thinking about beginnings and endings, newness and decay. More to come.

Indigo and florals and wood and copper

I'm working on these necklaces, in different permutations. I was given a bag of Liberty scraps, which has inspired this bunch. Indigo and florals and wood and copper. I intend to update the shop one day...

Flowers and tattoos

Some more flowers that my sons have brought me, plus Max's self-drawn tattoos. So he can be like Dad. He is going through a phase where he just wants to wear black. And there's a lot of gun play too. It's not all flowers, all the time!

Note the hibiscus, in May. Winter is coming... but very slowly it seems.

Winter sewing

A tutorial I've been working on for Extra Curricular magazine. I think the finished result is going to be pretty. I haven't done much embroidery, but Melissa's work has always inspired me.

I really enjoy handsewing. I've been thinking about making a quilt, to quilt by hand over the winter. It sounds like such a cozy project, but I'm not sure if I'll have the stamina...

Four and two

Max at four. Here he is at day 1, 1 year and 2 years and 3 years
Iggy at two. Here he is at day 1 and 1 year

(In actuality, they are more like 4 1/4 and 2 1/4.)

Handkerchiefs and creativity

I recently saw Fiona Pardington talk at the Auckland Art Gallery as part of White Night. The best part was hearing about her transition from film to digital photography. It's encouraging to hear an established artist admit their struggles. I highly recommend seeing her exhibition A beautiful hesitation.

I'm still toying with this collection. I've got an idea about a series of portraits, and motherhood, and femininity and usefulness and redundancy. I've just got to find some time to get it out. One thing about motherhood, it's just so hard getting enough alone time to get my thoughts in order, let alone giving room to creativity.


My mum made this quilt for my 21st birthday. I made the pillowcases for Toby one christmas. Toby made the linocut that hangs above our bed.


I just spent a week in Napier. Lots of family time, cups of tea, feeding the chooks, rummaging through second hand bookshops. And remembering.