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Last night, me and my lovely lay in bed, watching the lightning storm, huddling closer as the hit of fierce thunder followed.   With Ezekiel Honig playing softly in the background…it was the perfect place to be.   Such a fitting full stop to a week of love and celebration, chats, music making and hanging out with our wee ones.

I recently came home from a weekend of playing tunes in Meleny, Queensland.  When not playing flutes and fiddles, we traipsed through rainforest and soaked in the smorgasbord of beautiful things to behold…thank you Mumma Nature!   I spent a lot of time looking up at the tree tops and the stars that are often hidden to those of us city slickers but reveal themselves willingly to those who dwell beyond the clutter of lights below.  I stared across the magnificent Glasshouse mountains and tried to take it all in.  It was time alone to wander and wonder and at the end of these few days, I felt an overwhelming sense that for me and my family, there are a period of change ahead…change of the good kind.

In a couple of weeks, we head to Italy on our first international adventure as a family of four.  Soon after, I’ll start my study to ultimately become a midwife.  Without a doubt, this return to student life will affect everyone in my nest and I feel so lucky to have their absolute support an encouragement.   Dan continues to make superb sounds within the studio walls of Tweak and Twang. His work here grows and grows, taking us towards a time when we can flip roles and Dan can work from home and I will head out for work into that big ol’ world.

For now, I am working with the Brunswick Women’s Theatre on a project called ‘Human as a First Language’ which brings together a diverse gathering of women to present a series of performances in November.  These women are extraordinary and we have had some amazing sessions in the studio, capturing their voices and stories.  Stay tuned for details of the performances….

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I have recently fallen hard for American string band ‘Crooked Still’.  The album has been my autumn soundtrack and although there are so many highlights on the album, it was their version of Henry Lee that got my imagination running rampant.  The subject is grim but in the final verses, the betrayed lover aims her bow and arrow at a bird (depicting her infidel lover) so as to silence his bird song.

My own little Henry loves the song also – though fortunately, he is blissfully unaware of the dark tale unfolding thanks to kooky folk speak.  He DID manage to make out the bow and arrow bit and was most intrigued.

It’s quite hard to find a children’s bow and arrow set that isn’t plastic fantastic, fluorescent or a ferocious cross bow type thing….so Henry and I started work on our own.  Selecting feathers, string and wood, we crafted this little set.  The finished result is purely for decoration and imagination time (for which the local animal kingdom are most grateful)….AND…for props when I get snap happy.

Here’s one of the pictures taken on my trusty Pentax K1000.

I just got home from a one week tour to New Caledonia.  It was my first time away from my little ones and although I had many a heart palpitation at the thought of being away, I was also in big need of some Nelly time.  The gigs were fantastic and we had plenty of adventures worthy of a tell all book.

On the final leg of the tour, we found ourselves whisked away into the sea by some of old friends on their oh so lovely boat.  In the middle of nowhere, the anchor was plunged and we soon followed, into the turquoise waters of utopia.  Soon after, beers were handed down to us as we perched on the ropes from the boat in the salty sea.  Our swim was shortly interrupted by some rather unfriendly sharks.    It was said that I ran on water back to the boat.  Seriously, I think I broke Thorpie’s  freestyle record on this occasion.   We stood on the boat and watched the 2 dark shadows dart from one boat to another, my heart pounding in my chest.  The shadows faded and when they could no longer been seen, we struck up the courage to re-enter the waters….this time with our instruments.  We treaded water (instruments held high above heads) and fortunately found this sand bar in the middle of the lagoon.  A beautiful French  family from a near by boat came and joined us when they heard the music.  They came to our gig that night and gave us this footage….

This all unfolded a mere stone’s throw from the island Ilot aux Goelands when we got the urge to play tunes in the sea.

It was an amazing week and the homecoming to my boys was oh so beautiful.  My darlin’ D held the fort back home and did a stellar job as I knew he would.  Home is where this girl’s heart is though, and I was so fortunate to have been given the chance to realise how so this is.  Here’s what i came home to…


It’s been a busy few weeks.  Mum and I have been cranking up the sewing for Crumb in the lead up to Christmas.  Cups of tea flow freely as do our chats, making the time we spend together all the more precious.

I just finished a class at the very lovely Thread Den.  My old friend Peta Pledger took the class and after 2 sessions, my fellow students and I graduated with our finished product, a gorgeous skirt.  Yay!

My adventures continued on the weekend when my lovely friend lent me her little girl to model the latest crumb wares.

Playing dress ups and taking photos of this little eskimo was sheer bliss.  The new pieces have now been listed on the crumb website so please drop by and check out the goodies here .

Here’s some of my favourite pictures from the day.

A few years ago, Dan, Henry and I stole away to the mountains of Valhalla in Eastern Victoria.   We wrote this song for Henry about our little adventure.   I’m pleased to say that Dan even joins me on vocals for this one.  It’s become a lullaby of sorts and sometimes we hear Henry singing it to himself when he’s playing.

Here it is…I hope you enjoy.

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As Father’s day approached, Henry and I started our annual scheming.  Our chatterings usually took place after story time, in hushed tones just loud enough so that Dan heard our mumbles, successfully planting the seeds that something sneaky was underway.

Our offering to Dan this year was a little song that we wrote and recorded (using glock, voice and mono synth) with accompanying video clip.   In the days leading up, you could find me snapping away as we danced in costumes, wrote melodies and words to describe our big, big love, made play dough hearts, built words with blocks and cut out paper letters to make a banner as colourful as a rainbow.

With the pictures from the story board, we made a panoramic frieze for Dan’s worker-bee station, machine sewing all the pictures from the story board together.

So here’s the finished product that made our grown man cry with happiness.  Stay tuned for 14 seconds of Otis’ chuckles at the end as they are truly contagious.

Why did we go to such lengths?  Because D is a such fine Dad, deserving of a marching band, dancing bears, sky writers and so much more…..maybe next year.

p.s   Writing lyrics with a four year old is hilarious.  I plan to use Henry’s lyrics for all my songs in the future…no more hunching over blank pages for me.

Hooray.

Oh my….I am in a haze today after seeing the wonderful Jonsi at The Palace in Melbourne last night.  The entire band was phenomenal and it was a tre romantic eve with my lovely.  I have spent the afternoon tinkering on the piano inspired by the melodies and harmonies of last night’s performance.

When I was pregnant with my first little munchkin, I used to play Sigur Ros to my growing belly.  Recently, we were listening to a Sigur album and the track Snefn-g-englar came on (I had to refer to the I-Pod for the track name – one of the challenges of not speaking Icelandic).  I told Henry that I used to play him this song when he was in my tummy.  Henry answered “I remember. I loved it so much and I would sing along so loudly, I’d be screaming.”

It seems everyone has a Sigur Ros moment and this is mine.

Here is a picture of Henry in feathers not unlike Jonsi’s.  This is from a series taken by my beautiful and oh so talented niece Hailey Moroney.  You can check out her blog here