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.

Communes, plums and Grandma

I was gifted a box of red fleshed plums by a friend who lives on an amazing old commune. It's now no longer a commune, but the orchards that were planted in the 70s are still there and heavy with fruit.

My grandmother used to make plum sauce, and it was what we had to have on our fish'n'chips when we ran out of tomato sauce. I've been bugging my mum to make some for years, but she remembers making it when she was pregnant with me and can't bear the thought of it.

So I looked up the recipe in the good old Edmonds cookbook, which is what Grandma used, and made my own batch. It tastes exactly how I remember it. Vinegary and spicy. But still, definitely not best paired with fish'n'chips.

Driving Creek

 We just spent a week staying in a little bach in the bush near Coromandel town. It was private, and quiet. Kingfishers and Tui hung out in the little creek that ran through the property. It was so nice to get away from everything. And the kids slept, unlike our last Coromandel stay two years ago.

Vintage boogers

I turned some (not even half) of my Oma's handkercheifs into bunting. A very pretty, ladylike one and a funny, little bit weird one made up of children's hankies.
I remember my grandmother used to give me a box of hankies for christmas when I was little. I'm hoping this bunting gets more use.

I did wash them!


My family has been sorting through my Oma and Opa's things, giving bits and pieces away, clearing out the house. I asked for any vintage linen and received 2 huge bags full, one of which was crammed with handkerchiefs. A catch-all collection of mens and ladies and children's hankies. Some new, some handmade, some very well used. A strange collection to inherit. Handkerchiefs are hardly used at all now. But I have some projects in mind for them...

#FMSHBM zine!

Flowers My Sons Have Brought Me is a documentation of the little offerings my young sons bring to me on a near daily basis. A tiny warm fistful of daisies - “Mama!”. It never fails to twist my heart strings.

These commonplace gifts are given freely and in such abundance it is hard to treasure each one. Nor do they last long. Tiny flowers picked with such short stems, all I can do is float them in a teacup. So as a way of preserving their simple beauty, I started instagraming them with the hashtag #flowersmysonhasbroughtme. But instagram is almost as fleeting as the flowers themselves. A few likes and after a few hours, the photo is buried deep in the stream…. as good as gone.

I was frustrated by the disposable nature of our digital age, I wanted something to hold on to. My old 90s polaroid camera got brushed off and it was exciting to hear the click and whirr and the shrill whine of the flash. But I was shocked by the lack of control, the randomness. The polaroids felt so rough and raw. Each shot takes an hour to develop, so far removed from the instant fix of instagram. 

But through the fog, the images slowly developed and some how it felt like looking into the future. One day my children will see these photos, while the instagrams will have faded forever into the digital cosmos.

So here are the polaroids and instagrams, the flowers and the love. All mixed up so completely I couldn’t ever separate them.

Here are the flowers my sons have brought me.

24 page zine.
Hand bound.
Available now at Beard&Braid!

North Head

North Head on a cool grey morning. Lots of room to breathe and run about. Up here you become so much more aware of how this city is intertwined with the sea.