they say your dreams mean something

it's been a few mins since i woke up this morn having dreamed of mama-ing my "small babies"... i was looking for a place to hang up three loads of brightly-coloured, floaty washing. . and then trying to decide whether to bf my friend's baby cos she wasn't there and i'd left my baby at my mum's. .. then drifting awake to lucy-the-outside-cat loudly demanding food... suggested to a sleepy fraser that he feed HIS cat (even tried out a lion king movie line - which went over his head) .... so have fed her myself but she's still meowing. i think she needs fleas-and-worms... i am missing my small babies x

charlie farley

he is schroeder: gentle, patient, thoughtful, creative,  intuitive, a talented chef, articulate francophile, lover of beautiful things. 

at the end of this week, he's on his way to The Big Smoke: he could study anything, really, but he has his heart set on following in his brother's footsteps. 

and after all these years of connectedness, it's so hard to separate. i'm stealing moments, hiding his piano melodies in my heart, lost for words: how can a brother and a sister fly the coop simultaneously? 

trusting the universe: that they will make their way in the world, and the earth shall continue to turn.

#littleyellowtutu

yesterday's hot, sticky rain has miraculously turned into hot, sticky sunshine (not complaining lol). so i decided to channel ze sunshinyosity and make a yellow tutu to match my yellow fairy wings cos athletics day is coming up + we're pretty addicted to dress-ups.

yes we are. 

i followed these destructions using 2 metres of yellow ribbon + 3 metres of tulle 

and it took me a couple of hours while watching a movie with the lads.

it's a perfick match for my gokked-up hat + shoes 

and i think the whole ensemble has just the right amount of ridiculousity.. x