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Expecting
I’ve never been someone who makes a fuss over Valentine’s Day, but last year it just happened to be the day I got my contraceptive device removed. My partner and I had wine with dinner—what I planned to be my last glass in long time—and we were happy. This is the story of the year that followed. A quick note of warning: none of this is supposed to be medical advice. It’s just what happened to me. And there’s a lot to get through. So sit back, get comfy, pour yourself a glass of wine—ha! Kidding. If your bits are involved in baby making it’s best if you stop drinking. Yep, even if you’re the one bringing the tadpoles to the table. You think that’s rough? My sweet summer child, this is only just the beginning…
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In Defence of Mini Marshmallows
This being the internet, I recently got into an argument with a blogger about the best marshmallows to put in hot chocolate. In her corner, giant marshmallows; in mine, mini…
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The War of the Plants
I have never confronted my mum about this, but I’m pretty sure I’m at least 50% elvish. Having plants around makes me feel good. It always has. When I was a kid in need of a private place to sulk, I would climb a tree. After a long hard day of being a nerd in high school, I would water pot plants. As an adult, I filled my rental’s barren courtyard with potted herbs and spent all day staring vaguely out the window at them instead of being productive. And finally, as a homeowner, I decided it was time for trendy indoor plants. And a cat, of course…
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White Goose’s Reign of Terror
One day when I was little my parents decided to ruin everything. This was not unusual. Parents of small children must keep to a strict schedule of Ruining Everything to prepare their brood for the challenges of life. It is important to get all your tantrumming out of the way as a child when you get the wrong colour cup, so that as an adult you can cope when your favourite movie is remade, or people like a new fad that you don’t like. Up until this point, my parents’ preferred method of Ruining Everything was letting my sister sit in my chair and stopping us from watching Jurassic Park on endless repeat. The goose came as a surprise…
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Of Chronic Illness and Unicorns
Life is like riding on a magical flying unicorn. Getting a chronic illness is like that unicorn getting a puncture or losing an engine or something…
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About the Fish
You might be wondering about the fish. It’s not what it looks like. Or maybe it is—I don’t know what it looks like out of context. Either way, I can explain. A couple of months ago, I got a bit angsty-artist and decided I needed to do something productive and sensible to make my job feel more valid to myself. So I set out to create business cards. I sifted through my website for striking images I could base my designs around. I scrolled and scrolled…
Silence Killed The Dinosaurs 