Low-waste lifestyle

Below you’ll find today’s grocery shop: potatoes in a paper bag that was included in my last organic box delivery from CERES Fair Food, crumbed chicken in a container found lurking in the pantry, an exfoliating bar in a small Tupperware and nappies made from plant-based materials. Not pictured: sushi in a BYO container that my daughter and I ate for lunch.

Yep, there’s plastic! It’s not Insta-pretty, for sure, but I’m reusing these containers until they are no longer serviceable. Obviously the best nappies are cloth nappies, but that’s not our choice for now and that’s okay. I feel grateful that we can afford these Tooshies by TOM. (I also really like their biodegradable baby wipes which have a subtle rose geranium scent.)


I’ve been on a low-waste journey for a long time now, and I still have so, so far to go. The word that best describes my journey would be ‘iterative’. As a single person living in a share house, I used to bike everywhere, compost my hair and nails, and eat mostly unpackaged food. But as a new mum with post-partum recovery issues and crippling anxiety, I wasn’t always able to do everything the way I’d have liked.

Lately with a fairly independent toddler and thus a little more time on my hands, I’ve been inspired to up my game, and the notion of using what I have is really starting to click. I’m hoping I can make it a habit to be more vigilant about taking containers everywhere and making sure to use up whatever packaging we have to hand, rather than accumulating more shiny reusables that aren’t strictly necessary.

In the past I would have been really anxious about asking to use my own containers, but no-one batted an eyelid. As in, there were literally no comments. I was a little amazed, because I was at the most mainstream of places, a local shopping centre, and not my favourite organic grocer. And you know, I think I’d have been okay about refusing the purchase if the reaction to my BYO containers hadn’t been favourable. It’s my hard-earned money, after all.

So I suppose this is a personal accountability post as much as an attempt to encourage any readers out there. I can’t keep seeing what the brilliant and amazing kids like Greta Thunberg are doing – and nor can I face my own little wonder – if I don’t step it up. Let’s start where we are, with what we have and commit to doing the best we can, you and me both.


Slow Sunday

Outside, there are jonquils springing up in our planter boxes already. But this Sunday, Melbourne was intent upon delivering one of its trademark rainy winter days. We’ve been holed up inside our old house, thankful for a day of quiet relief after waking to find that our daughter’s fever had abated overnight. And so I put on a three-hour stew and let it simmer on the stove while she napped the afternoon away.


I also got in a few rows on my Neapolitan scarf, which is coming along slowly and steadily.


By the way, do you know the podcast Call Your Girlfriend? Originators of ‘shine theory’? I’m living for the witty and heartening exchanges between Aminatou and Ann at the moment.

And I’ll leave you with two pairs of cozy slippers for a touch of hygge as we head into the next work week. Thanks for reading! :)


Theme of the week is family

It’s been a busy week around here. I guess the theme has been ‘family’. There have been big milestones, as well as the day-to-day work of keeping us going with clean laundry and warm meals.


We had a toddler birthday, and planned and celebrated with a simple party. Egg and cucumber sandwiches and humble plates of fruit for the win!


There were – as usual – toys all over the floor.


We heard lots of fun music. We played musical statues on the thrifted keyboard above and streamed the French internet radio station FIP almost every day. Do you know it? They feature the most marvellous, eclectic collection of music from forgotten American oldies to new French rap.


And we ended the week with a clean-out-the-fridge kale and white bean stew.

When the house is a bit messy

When the house is a bit messy, leave the dishes and go outside. Even if it’s too late to set off on a faraway adventure and you just want to lie on the couch, go outside. Leave the house and go outside. Take a shoe-fie with your kid. You made it out of the house!


Run, don’t walk! The playground is in sight.


When you get home, eat the butter cake you were saving for afternoon tea. Enjoy! :)