I sat here and waited for that magical moment right before the turn of the tide. The river calms to a holt, long enough for mirrored reflections to form. A short time later the river started to gradually

I was down in the Low Head grassland to one side of the lighthouse. My torch covered in red cellophane let out a dull restrained light so as not to blind the penguins I was on a hunt to find. Dodging my

Nature sure is nailing the complimentary colour scheme of orange and blue. This place is a visual feast - sugary white sand, a sapphire horizon and crystal shores are punctuated with huge boulders draped

Open for more than 170 years the New Norfolk asylum was decommissioned by the Tasmanian government in the nineties and eventually closed down in October 2000. After more than a decade of abandonment, the

Nestled in a place named the ‘edge of the world’, the seaside town of Stanley is just gorgeous. The town hugs the base of a large rock formation (a stump of an old volcano) called ‘the nut.’ Towering above

You can walk down if you want but the quickest way to arrive in Dismal Swamp is to take the giant 110 metre long slide from the tree tops right down to the forest floor. Dressed with a hair net and helmet

Colourful little details to capture the essence of this free-spirited creative event, held annually in Tasmania's Huon Valley. Until next time xx

I am looking out to sea, across three hundred kilometres of water towards Melbourne. This is the bass strait. From here in Burnie (Tasmania), the ocean looks silvery, moody, glittery and serene. Out there

This little village is home to the largest number of colonial sandstone buildings of any town in Australia - eighty seven in total. With a population of around 500 people, it is a quiet yet utterly fascinating

I set foot on this island with life's possessions in the boot of a car. It is peak tourist season and summer, although it feels like neither of these things here. I love the rugged isolation of Tasmania.

Updating the image slideshow for my online shop is addictive. Photography is a powerful story teller. I love tinkering around with creating narratives without text. This time around, I thought I would

 I have been nesting down, hoarding all manner of gorgeous things and running a large emporium filled with local artisan work for the past four years.  It has been rewarding, comfortable and

This is a world created within a world, where pattern is subtle but ever present, infused in the fabric of life. I love photography and this is my creative outlet, underlaying textile prints in the layers

This notoriously rugged section of coastline is called the Sandpatch. It is wild and beautiful. The rolling sandhills are filled with tough dune plants and pretty wildflowers. This gives way to a  steep

Abandoned barbie dolls are living a new up-cycled life here. These super colourful creations arrived in my Recycled Gallery shop last week. They are re-created locally by artisan, Tally Anderson. Tally

An anonymous bag was dropped off at my shop, a donation for our free room space.  What is our Free Room? This room in my Recycled Gallery is a place of community generosity, aimed at encouraging creative

It looks eerie, watching dark sultry waves in a usually striking blue ocean. The beaches of the south west coast of Australia are famous for their pristine condition, squeaky white sand and the turquoise

Put on my Pattern Pirate glasses and come for a stroll with me on the south west remote coastline of Western Australia.  I grew up on these shores and while the vast continent of Australia usually

I gravitate towards places that inject funky up cycling and re-purposing into their interior design and exude authenticity. That is my kind of place. Discovering a new cafe that is energising with both

It was a jumbled pile sitting in brown plastic tub that had been stored away for thirty years. The lady I bought it from told me she had rocked every single pair of these earrings. Original retro pieces