Monday, March 30, 2015

fabrik | new season womenswear

Fabrik - clothing with a conscience 
autumn/winter campaign styled by Stefanie Ingram and photographed by Luisa Brimble

Fabrik's autumn/winter women's collection is beautiful; a range of simple and classic designs with a refined bohemian edge. While I always love what designer, Sarah Hardie, creates, I admit that this is my favourite collection to date. It's sophisticated yet completely practical and I have no doubt that each piece will transcend seasons and trends. 

My favourites? The maxi wrap dress for its simplicity and boob-accessibility, the sherpa jacket because it reminds me of something Julie Delpy would wear whilst walking the streets of Paris, the Amelie dress (imagine it with tan sandals in autumn and ankle boots in winter!), the long-sleeve tee because stylish essentials make the morning that much easier and the moonflower skirt - gorgeous and completely trans-seasonal. 

The first drop has landed instore and there's more to come in the next few weeks. Fabrik has kindly offered Practising Simplicity readers a 15% discount with the code PSWINTER (ends Wednesday midnight). Free shipping is also available for Australian customers who purchase over $150.


Sunday, March 29, 2015


"A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Poet: dancing, again. There's no denying that she's been a bit sad about my attention being elsewhere. Her patience, however, has been astounding. I'm making more of an effort to carve out one-on-one time with her every day.

Percy: sweet, sweet little boy. This is one of his favourite (and most productive) burping positions.


Friday, March 27, 2015

the fourth trimester

the last of the blooms from congratulatory bouquets 

You would think that typing one-handed whilst breastfeeding is a little like riding a bike; once learned, the skill is yours for life. I'm here to tell you that that's not entirely true. 

As our restful babymoon reaches its inevitable end, I'm still conscious of the fact that for the next few months we will take it one day at a time through the fourth trimester. Sure, it may be the language of the more alternative birthing folk but as far as I'm concerned, the fourth trimester is very real - for both mother and baby. I'm honouring the fact that my body is still soft and tender from relaxin; the weariness of life with a newborn requires a certain amount of patience and self-care. Percy sleeps next to me at night, spends hours in my arms everyday and when left unswaddled, is still curled tightly like in utero. He's still so fresh and new, not yet ready to travel far from my arms. 

Whilst I may be able to string a sentence together and I did get the dishes done after dinner last night (small yet worthy accomplishments) I am still very much floating about in the post-birth haze. But floating and life with three children isn't always a good match and I'm well aware of the fact that a new normal is just around the corner. I'm tentatively stepping into it knowing that it's a slightly different reality to the one I envisioned and prepared for during pregnancy. You see, the week I went into early labour coincided with Daniel starting a new job (we could only laugh at the timing). This new job brings with it such fabulous opportunities for Daniel and our family but I'm also aware of how long the days will be without him here. Thankfully, it's only three days a week but like any new routine, it will take us all a while to adjust.

My fears about life with three children have, thankfully, subsided. I'm here now, in the thick of the juggle, with a newborn resting on my shoulder, a snotty three-year-old doing pirouettes in front of me and a seven-year-old asking me questions about how I produce milk. I can't see the couch for the pile of washing that is waiting to be folded and I have no idea how it got to be Friday afternoon so quickly.

Yes it's busy but it's also everything I have ever wanted. 


Sunday, March 22, 2015


"A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Poet: sometimes being a big sister is exhausting, especially when you have to wait your turn.

Percy: his jaundice is fading, his awareness is growing and he gained an impressive 190g in one week. 


Wednesday, March 18, 2015


Everything smells like milk.

Precious and fleeting, these newborn days roll into each other as Percy slowly unfurls. We spent his first week in bed and while he slept I drank tea and ate cake; essential ingredients for an enjoyable babymoon.

We are so blessed with two sets of doting grandparents who have been here every second day; washing, tidying, ferrying the kids to school and making sure the evening meal is ready when hunger strikes. Poet's preschool organised a two-week meal roster for us which began today - two weeks of nutritious meals made with love. Indeed, we are lucky.

For now and the next while, I'll take it slowly. Whilst my body has recovered well, I'm still tender and tired. I'm resting while I can because all too soon, we'll be full-swing into our new kind of normal.


Sunday, March 15, 2015


"A portrait of my youngest children, once a week, every week, in 2015."

Poet: she had a bad cold when Percy first arrived so this belated first cuddle was much anticipated.

Percy: since we arrived home from hospital he has spent most of his time lying here, beside me.

Considering it's taken me about two hours to create this post, I'm going to keep it simple this week. Every little thing takes so long with a newborn in tow and I'm enjoying the slow and sleepy nature of our days. This is such a precious time; the unfurling from birth and the becoming of family. 


Saturday, March 14, 2015

percy pippin meets the world

Percy - after my paternal grandfather
Pippin - meaning "awe-inspiring"

born 9th March at 8:43am
3400g | 51cm

And then we were five.

photos by lamb and fox (more to come with Percy's birth story)


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