Another one... just for fun.
Thought I'd share a few photos from a week spent in Provence recently. My parents are here visiting and so we took a little trip. We stayed in a gorgeous little airbnb apartment, visited a couple of museums, went for drives through quaint little villages, ate our weight in icecream, peaches and melon, played soccer in the park, relaxed, wandered through amazing markets and generally had a lovely old time. Apart from Leo's 24 hour fever during which he slept almost an entire day.
When he came back to his normal self, he became keen on learning how to use my camera, so during a day trip through the Luberon valley he took quite a few photos. Some blurry, some diagonal, some of random people walking past us, but some good ones too. He took this last one of me in a lovely old church and although it's dark and I'm fuzzy, I quite like it.
Speaking of the poppet, his French is coming along in leaps and bounds. He had his first day today of 'garderie', or kinder/ nursery and although he was a bit hesitant at first, he ended up really enjoying himself and managed just fine with the language. It's amazing to see and I'm super proud of him. Anouk too is starting to come out with a few words. Bilingual children... what a gift.
Well I was expecting to have written here a little more than I have, but life in France has been really rather busy. We first had a lovely couple of slow paced weeks staying with Vincent's parents during which we did some much needed re-setting. Breathing slow, eating slow, eating lots, sleeping in (yay for grandparents on hand), gardening and wandering and adjusting to 'la vie Francaise'.
But since then, things have been turned up a notch. We moved into our little apartment in the old city in Montpellier and each morning I toddle off to my French intensive class. 3.5 hours of overwhelm (introverts are not made for language classes). But challenging as it is, it's great to be doing something that uses my brain in a different way, to see and hear daily improvements, to have some time away from the kids, to walk from our lovely apartment down through the beautiful streets, to pick up a croissant if I'm running late and haven't had breakfast (and sometimes even if I have), to be immersed in life here.
But the hot and long summer evenings mean that the kids are not asleep until 8.30 (if I'm lucky. ok who am I kidding, it's more likely 9, sometimes later) and then there is the post bedtime clean up, the wash-off-the-sweat shower and then the homework begins. So nights are late, teething one year olds mean that the nights are also wakeful, and life in the street outside wakes me early. I'm TIIIIIRRRREEED.
Still, it's fun. Fun to be living in and discovering a new (to me) city. And a beautiful, lively, interesting one at that. I try and take a different route home each day, sometimes getting lost in the labyrinthine cobbled streets and am often gobsmacked by the beauty of this old city. We complement Vincent's dad's weekly supply of fruit and vegetables and his mum's jams and preserves with daily market goods - cheeses and hams and ok, yes, haribo lollies.
And then on weekends it's back to the hills for adventures and grandparent hugs. And more garden goodness.
I have one more week of classes, and two more weeks of Montpellier life and then new adventures lie ahead... until then! xx
Well the preparations were long and draining, and there was stress and anxiety and tears, but now we are here and the weather is fine and the trees are heaving with fruit and all is well. The South of France is an idyllic place and the romanticism surrounding it is justified. Of course, life continues to be made up of complexities and challenges and I don't want to pretend that that's not the case. However, the cherries really are that red and tasty (and available on the backyard tree whenever we feel the urge!) and I'm loving the extra hands that are currently available for playing with little ones. We are lucky to be here, for sure.
Well hello there.
I'm a little bit excited to be here in this lovely new space and to introduce my new online home. AND of course, my new logo! My friend and very talented artist Kirrily of I and the Others created it for me and I love love love it. Go check out her work (and if you live in Melbourne, keep an eye out for her street art).
Now I must say it does feel a little bit strange to be introducing a new website which essentially is about my handmade baby quilts, when in fact I'm actually taking a little hiatus from creating them. But if you're in the market for one, rest assured I will be returning to them. I'm just taking a little break while I journey with my family to France for 6 months.
So in that time, I'll be sharing here some of my photos, tales of an Australian living in the south of France, hilarious failings (no doubt) with my language progression, and hopefully some of my Mother-in-law's humble recipes using my father-in-law's amazing and bountiful garden produce.
When I return to Melbourne in November, in addition to finding a place to live and getting my son ready for school next year (what the what?), I'll be getting some quilts and baby blankets ready for sale. Perhaps with some lovely French fabrics included in them!
I hope you enjoy this little space as much as I do, please get in touch if you feel like it, follow along on instagram and see you in France!