
Last year, preschool mornings were always crazy. Hit-the-ground-running-and-don’t-forget-the-coffee crazy. Especially when one of the mornings saw me out the door at 8.50 for preschool drop-off,…

Boy Two was at preschool. Little Miss was in bed. For the final time, before my baby became a big boy, it was just me…

The rain was still falling, and the cabin fever was starting to set in. The toyroom thoroughly destroyed , and two small boys were in…

Hi. My name is Little White Dove, and I am a quilt addict. Well, more correctly, a blanket addict. As nice and snuggly as doonas…

Dear Jane, The final stitch fell into place, and the small child hovering at my elbow jumped excitedly. “Mummy, mummy, you’ve finished! Your Dear Jane…

Dear Jane, Your quilt has inspired many. And some of those girls, inspired by you, have in turn inspired me. I wonder what you’d…

Quilting, on a day that is blistering, and promising to be one of our hottest of the season. Potentially not my smartest idea. Working in…

With the floor clear, and the desk empty, it seemed only fitting I spend a bit of time messing things up again. Those quilts I’d…