Monday, 5 October 2015


I was the first to wake, I lay there looking out over the pool watching the sun rise thinking how much I wanted to stay. Justin and I had the conversation about staying, with him flying home to shot weddings. I seriously did not want to come home. But money and two humans that I missed too much beckoned.

Soon the boys were awake, and we got up to enjoy our last day. Knowing we were flying out late that night, I had payed for an extra nights accommodation. Highly recommended for anyone flying with children. It meant we could really enjoy that last day.

After spending the morning at the beach, the boys came back for showers and naps. 

Where as I thought how could I possibly go home without a spa treatment?!
I had been offered so many massages on the beach, and fish eating pedicures as we walked around, but I am a bit of a snob, and had mine at the hotel. Two hours of bliss. I always feel like asking everyone to touch my face after a facial.

Dear Stranger... touch my face it is so clean and soft.

Yeah I know the last thing I actually want is dirty hands touching my face, but I get such a buzz from the clean of a facial. This one also included a neck and back massage. Bliss.

Strangely enough for our last meal in Bali we has Swiss. We were all relaxed and happy. So not ready for the rest of the trip. Or should I say delays.

I heard myself say, "no freaken way I am going to sleep on an airport floor". Okay, so exhaustion and knowing Jarvis would not sleep unless I lay down next to him may me change my mind. Oh, and Justin did the 'gentlemanly thing', loaned me his hoodie, so I could hide/sleep inside of it and pretend I was not on a filthy floor in a bright loud airport...

Ah the joys of delayed flights. Though, I should not say that out loud, as if all goes well, when this post goes live, I, we should be in Japan!

Sunday, 4 October 2015


It is the little things that I like to take my time with when sewing. French seams where possible, if not a Hong Kong seam with a contrasting bias. Decorative stiches. Definitely hand made. But hand made with love.

I originally bought this fabric because of Jarvis's love of bees. But, now it has gone on to a customer who deserves to have 'Beatrice' in her life.

Beatrice (Italian):  is a name derived from the French name BĂ©atrice, which came from the Latin Beatrix, which means " she who makes happy".

This skirt definitely made me happy while making it. I sure hope it brings Same happiness as well. 

Thursday, 1 October 2015


In twelve months, Chester, you have gone from this...

to this

And change so many lives for ever.

Happy birthday gorgeous. Thank you for making me a Grandmother, and letting me be your Jiji 

Wednesday, 30 September 2015


Normally when I write a 'Mum's in Business' post I like it to be full of positive information, and inspiration, on how Mums can achieve their dreams.

However, unfortunately this post is not one of those.

I will start with the good stuff. Em lives in Melbourne, and since has been running her online business Little Tienda. She has built up an amazing business, while also being an incredible Mum and woman.

Since 2012, visionary Em Dezentje has held an inspired vision to fuse the traditional techniques of Mexican artisans with the fun of Australian style. Passionate about fair trade and establishing a strong relationship with the artisans to provide high quality pieces straight from Mexico - minus the jetlag, Em’s inherent support of Mexican artisans has created fulfilling long-term relationships - and new projects to support these communities. (Direct quote from her about page for her online shop follow the link for more information)

The bad stuff, for the past seven Months Em has been fighting for her business name and reputation. All because an imposter from the states has set up a business stealing the Little Tienda name, and even stealing images directly from Em's instagram account.

Now, to make it even more compounded, during the night, on Tuesday night, instagram shut down the REAL Little Tienda instagram account.

Em owns her business trademark, and the copyright to all of her images on her shop and social media, yet instagram shut her account down. Em and her lawyer are trying to sort this out, however until then please go to her new instagram account and show her some love.

Then, pop over to her shop and appreciate all of the wonderful goodies the REAL Little Tienda has on offer. 

Please note: ALL of the image I have used on this blog post belong to Em of Little Tienda. 

Tuesday, 29 September 2015


At the beginning of the month I turned 47. It was a good day. A quiet day with the people who matter to me the most.

I also took some great photos of the day...

Does age matter to you? My only concern about aging is that I am running out of time to do all of the things that I wanted to do.

Monday, 28 September 2015


With time running out Justin got his wish, and we went into Seminyak to visit the Deus store. After shopping we wandered the back roads...alleys, to the beach. Which was great as we got to see the locals setting up for the Galungan festival.

Galungan marks the beginning of the most important recurring religious ceremonies. The spirits of deceased relatives who have died and been cremated return to visit their former homes, and the current inhabitants have a responsibility to be hospitable through prayers and offerings. The most obvious sign of the celebrations are the penjor - bamboo poles with offerings suspended at the end. These are installed by the side of roads.

Seminyak is more upmarket, with mostly luxury accommodation and high-end restaurants and bars. The atmosphere is much more sophisticated and laid-back and the beach in particular is quieter during the day. Justin and I joked it felt like the 'Noosa' of Bali.

It was hard to connect this with the Seminyak I stayed last time I visited Bali. Then Seminyak was a distinctly separate village, and something of a backwater.

The beach was so much quieter and cleaner, Jarvis did not want to leave. 

But food and time beckoned. After huge servings of icecream, sleep was the thing we all needed. Nothing like an overload of sugar on a hot day to make you tired.

Woke up, and an early dinner was needed, we found a great cafe in the back roads of Legion. Sat there eating, thinking how sad it was that we only had one more day in Bali

Tuesday, 22 September 2015


Next up was, Alas Kedaton Monkey Forest. A small forest that is home to a large group of monkeys, and big bats. They say, all monkeys living in this forest are chummy and tame with human beings... but that is what they tell you.

However, they provide a guide who carries a huge stick to beat of the monkeys if they try to approach you. Though we needed that huge stick to beat off the guide after the tour.

Oh and the winner of THE MOST inappropriate family photo... taken by the Monkey forest tour guide. Just what every family needs. A photo under a giant monkey with a huge penis and balls, as the focal point of the image.  

The only time during the entire trip the 'selling' got to me. After the tour the Monkey forest tour guide walked us to her shop. She would not take no for an answer, and was begging for us to buy something. Massively uncomfortable. I ended up buying a t-shirt for Jarvis just so she would let us walk out of her shop.

The last stop of the day was Tanah Lot Temple which is located in coastal side of Beraban countryside. The temple is built on the rock with 3 acre size and reachable in a few minutes by walk, because it is just 20 meters from the coastal lip. This temple is very famous among tourist destinations in Bali with spectacular view of sunset.

We enjoyed ourselves just walking around and exploring. Yet again I got asked to join other tourist photos. No idea why they want images of me, or what they are going to do with them when they get home.

I have to say we got the perfect guide for the day, he would walk us to our destination give us some local information and history and then step back and let us explore on our own.