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All the pretty things

As we get closer to beb’s arrival, my urge to nest is growing as rapidly as my belly. And while a few new dresses accommodate the bump, the home part isn’t as straight forward.

For those not in the know, a few months ago Aaron and I said goodbye to our sunny three-bedroom apartment for a smaller place as the space was unnecessary. Little did we know, those extra rooms would be needed much faster than anticipated.

As a result, another move is on the cards, and just like I did with the wedding, full planning mode is in gear — only this time when it’s go time, I’ll be seven months pregnant and it will be summer. Someone fetch me a frosty fruit.

With a clean slate of potential baby rooms in front of us, I’ve become addicted to building out ideas. Let’s just say I never quite got the whole Pintrest movement until now.

Since finding out we’re having a little boy, blue and different hues of blue (exciting I know), have been my focus. I like things clean and neat, so white, wood, and you guessed, shades of blue, is what I’m leaning towards.

I’m sure as I fall into even deeper Pinterest wormholes this vision will change, but until then, here are some nursery spaces I’m loving. Now only to find the apartment!

For more on the below images check out my Pinterest.




Holy cow, we’re having a baby!

Well the secret is finally out and don’t it feel good. There’s a little bean growing inside my belly and in a mere 20 weeks Aaron and I will be parents (otherwise known as adulting to the next level).

It’s something I’ve been wanting to share for months, but as friends, family and those who can read between the lines would know (see this post), I’ve been a little trigger shy and for good reason.

As a family, Aaron and I had our most heartbreaking time to date this February. At ten weeks pregnant we lost our first bub. I won’t spend time going into it, other than to say it was the saddest thing I’ve ever experienced.

But embracing my inner optimist, I believe that there is always a greater plan in play and without our little one returning home to heaven, we wouldn’t have this beautiful bub growing away today (most frequently referred to as Lenny the lentil in the Crowther household).

And isn’t he growing! (Catch that? It’s a BOY! So excited). He’s kicking up a storm and it’s just the most wonderful feeling. Ok, being totally transparent sometimes it’s a teeny tiny bit alien like (and lovely), but that’s only because I’m still getting used to the little body kicking my insides as he stretches and grows.

I love that I get to carry him everywhere with me, and that my body is nurturing and growing a life built of Aaron and I. Of course, like every significant shift in life, my social feeds now include an influx of mums and bebs, and Pinterest is all about cute nursery designs. So I apologise in advance if this blog expands its focus just a tad and that’s not your thing.

This all said, let’s be honest for a second, at the moment it’s a long drink between posts. Between the nerves, anxiety and morning sickness of the last eight months, finding balance offline has been the priority. So with that, I hope you enjoy this snippet into my life. I’ve missed you and all the joy The Whole Life brings.

365 days later

Despite it being nearly a year since Aaron and I got hitched (can you believe it — I can’t!) it occurred to me that I never shared with you our photos. Given most of the nice snaps we have are from that day, it seems a bit ridic for them to stay hidden away.

It also feels odd to share photos without background or explanation, so excuse the gushiness that follows (I won’t be offended if you tune out now).

Like any loved up couple, we both claim our wedding day was the best ever. And to us, it was! After months of planning, when the 4th finally arrived it was all a bit surreal. A mixed bag of nerves, excitement, and joy.

We choose a spring day as we figured it was our best bet at a slice of sunshine in the typically chilly but beautiful Southern Highlands. And lucky for us, our bet paid off. Like some type of dream, the days leading up to our nuptials were sunny and glorious, and our day followed suit.

The morning started crisp and early with yoga on the deck at the house my family had rented. The getting ready part was a blur, but arriving at Bendooley Estate was when it all got real.

When we first visited Bendooley’s 12 months earlier, both Aaron and I fell in love with its incredible gardens and sandstone buildings (just look at the homestead below and its creeping vines!). A bookshop by day, the estate also houses some of the world’s most cherished love stories — a cheesy but sweet homage to our pending vows. It was also incredibly private and I liked that the ceremony and reception were all in one place — it made things simple, easy and inclusive.

Seeing everything come together was a highlight, it was more beautiful than I had ever imagined. Oh and the flowers, it was a true spring wedding. Our brief was big, beautiful and romantic, and our incredible florist Emma delivered with the most spectacular peonies.

The day came as quickly as it went, as all good wedding days do, but every bit of it was perfect. Walking down the isle with my dad to meet Aaron was by far one of my happiest moments. But nothing mirrored the moment we said I do. I remember dancing with excitement at the alter as our pastor Paul made it all offical.

The hours that followed like our first dance and moment alone together, and the sparkler farewell, were all just as spectacular. Haha I warned you! Total cheeseball post 😉

So with that, enjoy a glimpse into our special day.









One day at a time

I recently learnt that you can’t take anything for granted. Nothing in this life is a given, no matter how strong or promising it looks, or how desperately you crave it.

When pain hits, and life’s course makes a sudden, abrupt change in direction, finding your feet on the new journey you’ve been assigned to is like trying to walk for the first time.

I’m a strong believer that we are guided through life. That there is someone watching over us, helping us find the right path.

The problem is that path, it doesn’t always lead to where we think it will. There are twists and turns, lessons to be learnt, mountains to climb, and deep valleys to cross. There are also other influences, human influences, that shape or shift what we experience.

While the direction may change, time never stops. We are always constantly moving forward, and there is no unlearning what we’ve experienced.  Because of this, each step builds us. It changes who we are and the type of people we’ll become. This is why we are given new paths, to become better versions of ourselves.

Today I am a person I never thought I would be. I am a stronger version of myself. I am also shaped differently. I have a depth I never thought I would have.

I do not understand my current journey, not yet at least. There’s a part of me that might not ever understand my most recent left hand turn. But while it may be new, I know it will bring great joys, serious laughter, and incredible love, just like the path before it would have done as well, had it continued on.

I’m OK to be shaped by a new directions. I know that every hand is dealt differently, and that no walk comes with out trials. This all said, I won’t pretend like it doesn’t hurt. It does, deeply. If I could revert back to my old path I would in a second. But I can’t. So I’ll take this one, one step at a time.

I will love fiercer than I’ve ever loved before. I will cherish everything that this new journey gives me. I will have a greater appreciation and grace than I ever could have beforehand – all because I know how special it is, and what sacrifices had to be made to get me here.

I will also trust that my new journey is for a purpose; for protection, for love, for a greater good. This gives me the greatest comfort. I know there is reason, and while it might not yet be clear to me, it is part of the greater symphony of life. This new path is here to protect me and those that I love most.

A cool change

Sydney this summer has been somewhat of a furnace. I love hot, salty days where the beach beckons and the sun goes down late in the evening, but there’s nothing like a cool storm to save the day.

Yesterday that sweet relief finally arrived. It’s no surprise to anyone who’s lived through it, but this summer has been incredibly warm; in fact the hottest on record… ever. 

So when the clouds cracked and the rain finally hit the ground, you could almost hear our garden sing out in praise.

I was in our sunroom with the windows wide open when that moment arrived with force. Out of nowhere, the air started to change and a sense of calm swept over Mosman Bay. A tranquility that’s been noticeably absent fell upon us as the birds, bugs and activity that heat brings abruptly relaxed into the cool shift.

Perhaps the moment was particularly welcome in our house as I get an itch when things sit still for a little too long, the heat being no exception.

With this all said, there seems to be a lot of change in the air at the moment. The next few days are bitter sweet for me with a new direction on the cards.

I’m leaving my work home of the last three and half years for a new adventure which I’m incredibly excited about. But of course this is accompanied with goodbyes which are always hard.

If I’ve learnt anything recently it’s that change is exciting, challenging, often unpredictable, but always rewarding. So with this said, just like the storm, it’s time to bring on the next chapter.

2017, you’re looking very promising.

Summer bliss and getaways




It’s hot here. Summer is in full swing; the air con is on, the days are long and dry, and dusk is pushing 9pm.

To make the most of the summer heat, we’ve left Sydney and ventured up the coast.

There’s something about removing yourself from the everyday that makes the precious days between Christmas and New Years feel even more like a holiday. Even if it’s only to the in-laws an hour away.

Despite the best of intensions, I often find nothing days in Mosman become cleaning days, or days of life admin commitments that see us spend little time actually doing nothing.

As a result holidays instead become a collection of weekends, rather than a break of sunburn, breakfasts, and reading on the beach till the sun goes down.

Today we set off to the beach with an umbrella under arm and fresh pineapple and mint juice in hand. We walked the splendour that is Soldier’s Beach looking for the perfect spot to park weary 2016 selves.

We baked, relaxed and reclined in the sunshine, only to recover in the glassy blue water, our skin rejuvenating through the ocean’s salty, but incredibly icy goodness.

I also did the very adult thing of wearing a one piece (a first since my high school swim days) and managed to remain at least partially in the shade for most of our time on the sand. A far cry for my years of purposely crisping under the sun till my skin turned red. Simply enjoying the beach was nothing short of heavenly.

I love that we get time to slow down and just be before the new year kicks in.

I also love the anticipation that a new year brings. It is a sweet, meaningless moment but nonetheless a strangely encouraging chance to refresh motivations for what lies ahead.

With the wedding now behind us, 2017 holds so much potential. In all honesty, I’d be happy if every day simply had even a glimmer of today’s serenity.

A festive feeling

Having spent the last three weeks in the US it’s hard not to leave without an overwhelming excitement for the upcoming holiday season.

This Thursday will be our first Thanksgiving, and while it won’t be your most homely, traditional event (we’re celebrating the day at the hotel buffet), it will certainly provide us with a small snapshot into the American celebration. Our housekeeper has also promised to bring us a bounty of leftover goodies from her family do on Friday which has both of us very excited (and drooling).

Christmas is my favourite day every year, as it’s the one time (other than say, a wedding!) where everyone comes together to just be and celebrate their love for one another. To put it simply, I’m jealous that those state side get an extra day of glorious gratitude giving and family loving.

We return from our honeymoon on the 29th, right on the cusp of the silly season. As it does every year, December is already looking particularly busy, with every weekend playing host to a gathering or coming together of family and friends.

After travelling for three weeks, I’m actually really excited to spend time with everyone in a non-formal, non-wedding way. As amazing as this year has been, it was exhausting. Shifting my focus to other, more homely and simple pleasures, sounds delightful.

I’m also looking forward to making the most of the warmer weather, including our beautiful home and its surrounds. This summer the beach is going to be a much greater priority.

Outside of the above, I’m itching for a decent spring clean; our sunroom and second bedroom have been lodging places for boxes, vases, sparklers, shoes, earrings, candles, signs and table runners for far too long.

By no shape or form am I hoping for our honeymoon to be over – wanderlust has me well and truly in its grasp, but there is something very alluring about coming home as my beautiful husband’s wife and continuing to build our life together as a married couple.

Oh shucks, I’m totally nesting aren’t I?


Special thanks to @agrariankitchen for the pumpkin pic.