Domestic Still Life

The winter rain slapping on our loft window makes this room of dark wood, chocolate suede couch, leather trunks and old vinyl records feel even more cosy. On our coffee table, an impromptu still life gives a poignant snapshot of my life a year after my last blog entry: a half empty wine glass (or should that be half full?); my new iPhone; two soup plates that show the remnants of the steamy chicken broth I made for dinner; and Jack's dummy.

My two J men are asleep: Joel on the couch alongside me, and Jack in his cot in our bedroom next door. Nala, the only other girl in the house, is asleep at my feet, her black and white furry body stretched out in sleepy dog bliss. I have my pink laptop on my lap (funnily enough!) and a feeling of aliveness in my body as I write. I've been feeling a growing urge to create, to make, to express and share... my mind scurries around looking for an outlet and here it is, my old friend, my 'being moi' blog.

So I'm back to the old blog, with a whole lot of newness to share. In the last year, we have moved to Noordhoek, bought a house, made a baby (in the first week we'd moved in!) and become parents for the first time. I have now been a mother for 4 months!

What do I want to write about? This new life of mine, being a mother, sweet baby Jack, being moi (french for 'me' - and that's not because I'm trying to be pretentious, like those fancy restaurants that call sauce 'jus' and snails 'escargots' but because my parents were both French and it's part of moi) and my adventures, insights and cappuccinos along the way.