July 05, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || pinterest picks to make and do and cook and eat

THINGS TO MAKE AND DO: One of the things I try to do when I travel overseas is visit a local Girl Guide unit. I didn’t manage to visit an actual weekly meeting or camp, but I did go to the Girl Scout HQ in New York. It’s a bit of a nerdy Girl Guide thing to do, but I always like to have a little gift from Australia to share. Australian Girl Guide supporters make felt birds and Aussie animals for our intrepid members to pack and give to their international counterparts and new friends. I’m going to whip up something like these to share next time one of us is off on an international adventure, which actually happens quite a lot. Girl Guides Go Places, don’t you know. It’s even a hashtag: #girlguidesgoplaces

Speaking of the US Girl Scouts, did you see the awesome crowdfund venture of one Girl Scout troop? Talk about living by their Girl Scout Promise and Law: this was a brave and ethical decision. Makes me so proud.

THINGS TO COOK AND EAT: What’s more Aussie than a pie? How about a pie that is a nod to our colonial roots with squishy peas, our post-World War II migrant intake with a smidge of Italian parmesan and our more worldly multicultural mix with a side serve of sumac and labneh? That’s my kinda pie. If I could infuse it with a little Indigenous-inspired bush tucka, it’d be perfect.

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || pinterest picks to drop dough on and hang on the wall

THINGS TO DROP DOUGH ON: I have a pair of good old Clarks Desert Boots bought at an op shop for a song. They’ve served me well but they’re pretty beaten up now and I’ve been hunting around for a similar looking pair of boots but with street smarts that I can wear on more casual dressing days to work. Clarks Desert Boots are an English-made boot, but I still associate Clarks with the school shoes I wore through much of primary school. You?

THINGS TO HANG ON THE WALL: I’ve had a lot of small artworks, and one big one, framed. They’re all mementos from overseas travel that have been sitting around in folders – some for years – waiting for that “get ‘round to it” moment. Well it came, and I may have very little wall space once I work out where they’re all to go, but should I be adding to it, this one would remind me of home for sure. No beach near here would be complete without a seagull, or a few hundred of them.

#flashback: The big blue skies I'm enjoying right now were a feature of this week last year too, as were things hearty and solid.

June 29, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || done it... the empire state building in new york
katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || done it... the blue mosque in istanbul turkey
katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || done it... tented refugee settlement lebanon
YUP, that's us squeezing in a photo with the Empire State Building, in New York, in April. That's me and a work mate about to go into the Blue Mosque in Istanbul, Turkey, in May. And, that's me in the blue UNICEF shirt with another professional collaborator you may well recognise, outside a tented refugee settlement in Lebanon, in June.

Six international flights to take three trips into the Northern Hemisphere's spring and summer, with a week of winter back home to break each trip up. Needless to say, the jet lag was horrific. 

In April, May and June:

I WENT TO… A holiday to New York in April, with work trips to Turkey in May and Lebanon in June. 

I ATE… Diner breakfasts along with cheap, tasty falafel rolls from the street vendors in New York; gorgeous sweet Turkish Delight, sticky dark coffee and tart, refreshing pomegranate juices in Turkey; and, moreish mint lemonades, flat breads and hummus in Lebanon.

I READ… Ironically, Gretchen Rubin's Happier at Home. There has been a lot of discussion in my household about where we should live and what we should be doing with our days. My partner and I live two hours from where we work, so commute four hours each day. This has a huge impact on our family and community connections. Happier at Home, as an audio book was a good read to help distill some of these discussions. 

The Signature of All Things, by Elizabeth Gilbert, was my favourite read of recent months. Alma Whittaker was a character I was happy to bring into my days and sorry to see go.

I OP SHOPPED… Just because I was travelling didn't mean I stopped op-shopping. I brought home from New York a pair of leather boots bought in a Goodwill store, a silk scarf bought for a dollar from a stoop sale and a 'Made in USA' Levi's denim jacket from the Brooklyn Flea. In Turkey, it was a struggle to pass up vintage hand-loomed rugs and kilims. I resisted, and my bank balance is much the better for it. In Lebanon I spent $10 on a vintage film poster. It's being framed and should be hanging on our walls next week.

I MADE… A new garden.  This past week I've started to dive into the long list of things that need to be done around the house. I dug a new garden: one of many I planned out last year.

June 17, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || with Tara Moss and UNICEF walking through a refugee settlement in Beirut LebanonGirls make their way through a refugee settlement in Beirut. Credit: Kate Moore

WHAT do you want to be when you grow up?

It’s a question I often ask the girls and young women I lead as a Girl Guide volunteer and I love the conversation it sparks. I love hearing about their ambitions, or digging deeper into the things they love to do, want to study and make a career of. Occasionally, just occasionally, I might despair at a lack of diversity among the gender roles they’ll share with me, or muse that women still have a long way to go.

But all in all, the young women and girls I volunteer my time to empower have a vast array of choices open to them and I’m old enough now to have seen a good many of them embark on, and excel, at their chosen path.

Earlier this month, and well away from the usual Girl Guide halls or open-air camps I ask this question at, I was with UNICEF Australia National Ambassador Tara Moss when she asked the same question of teenage girls at a life skills program for victims of sexual violence, in the Bekaa Valley of Lebanon.

Their faces lit up and the room – previously full of girls politely replying to Tara’s questions and patiently waiting for the language translation – became the noisy, excited babble I am used to.  Tara and I smiled at each other, and at them. Here were young women, all of them Syrian refugees, who wanted to and could change their fortunes. A doctor, said one.  A lawyer said another. A teacher. A scientist. A journalist, a writer – like Tara.

We went around the circle, each girl rushing to have her dream translated and share it with us.

But as quickly as their excited chatter filled the room, it stopped. One young woman, just a little older and wiser than her peers – at least in life experience – said her piece and waited quietly for the translation. Her friends, sobered, waited too.

The translation came: I have dreams, but what good are they without an education.

She’s right. The awful truth for these young girls, rebuilding their lives amid the safety of a UNICEF-supported program but against a backdrop of violence, displacement and ongoing uncertainty, is that their education is now so disrupted they have little chance of being the things they dream. Already they face pressures to marry, if not married already, and some, carrying the shame of rape or sexual exploitation, are likely never to have the security that a husband and family can bring.

They can try to learn the basics they’ve missed out on, but these other pressures are too great and their only hope is for their sisters and one day, tragically too soon, their daughters.

You asked that I share with you stories from the three days I spent visiting Syrian refugee families with author and advocate for women and children, Tara Moss.

That’s just one story.

I held an eight-week-old baby hot with fever, listless and close to choking because of a respiratory problem it may well succumb to. I listened to the conversations of my UNICEF colleagues while they tried to negotiate temporary accommodation for refugees from a camp that burned to the ground following a simple cooking fire; a fire that broke out in a camp adjoining the ones we were visiting. I listened to mothers speak, in fear, for their children while they wrestled with the decision to see family members lost to terrorist groups offering to pay their rent and bills. Their hands reached out, imploring us to find a solution while young children played outside in the dirt and older boys loitered around our four-wheel-drives.

These were but a handful of stories, from a handful of the millions who have left all they know in Syria and risked everything to be safe. Safe.

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || with Tara Moss and UNICEF visiting outreach programs for refugees in Tripoli, Lebanon

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || with Tara Moss and UNICEF visiting gender-based violence outreach programs for refugees in Tripoli, Lebanon
A game of peek-a-boo at the door of a family's home - a makeshift set-up in an empty shopfront in Tripoli. Credit: Alessio Romenzi

Tara Moss has a UNICEF Australia appeal open. The appeal focuses on the many, many children born into an emergency like the Syria crisis. You can read more about Tara’s trip to meet these children here, or on Tara's website here, or watch and listen to the interviews she’s given here, here and here.

If you’d like to donate to UNICEF’s work for children, especially the youngest and most vulnerable, please do. Visit www.unicef.org.au/taramoss

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || with Tara Moss and UNICEF visiting education programs for refugee children in Bekaa Valley, Lebanon
Little people's shoes inside a temporary learning space. Credit: Kate Moore

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || with Tara Moss and UNICEF visiting health programs for refugee children in Bekaa Valley, Lebanon

Nour, eight-months, one of the beautiful healthy babies we met at a UNICEF-supported mobile health clinic in the Bekaa Valley, Lebanon. Credit: Alessio Romenzi

June 09, 2015


A WORLD view is a privilege.

Over the past seven weeks I have taken in the sights of New York and worked in both Turkey and Lebanon: the latter a more harrowing cracking open of my world view.

All the while, especially in this past week, I have marvelled at the privilege of it.

As a younger woman, setting out on my naive exploration of the world, I felt this exploration was my due and inwardly railed when life took other turns and my wanderlust was cut short, for reasons all of my own making and that I would never trade.

I am not a particularly well-travelled individual. I have my share of travel yarns, all outdated and surpassed by stories of the trials and tribulations of parenthood.

Yet, there are a few and I consider myself fortunate to have them. So many others cannot afford to travel or be away from their responsibilities. So many too wait for a day when they can travel, but life gets in the way: an illness, a parent to care for, grandchildren and adult children to support.

For me, travel is an enormous privilege and one I will never take for granted.

Bear with me while I anchor myself back into the home routine. There are grandchildren to mind, Girl Guides to lead and inspire, work emails and reports banked up to 'billyoh' and studies to finish, not to mention a long-neglected garden to tend to.

For the next two days though, you’ll find me pottering around the house, tidying things and packing things away. I may even pour myself another cup and catch up with your beautiful blogs.

May 01, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || vintage postcard of New York City skyline at night

To planted garlic cloves sprouted and already 10cm above the soil.
To restocking a fridge and hot cups of tea - made in a pot from loose leaf.
To snuggling under a warm doona in a chilled room.
To missed delivery notices under the front door. 
To a briefly sunny sky and enough breeze to dry a load of washing or three,
To a coming lunch date with the family and the sharing of the travel spoils.

New York, you were grand, but boy it's nice to come home.

Image source // Vintage New York postcard bought at the Brooklyn Flea.

April 15, 2015


THINGS TO MAKE AND DO: Already thinking about when I'm home again and have the time to put together photos from this year's travel. This month kicks off three months of personal and work travel.

THINGS TO COOK AND EAT: Harvested pumpkins means pumpkin scones and pumpkin bread. I'm preparing the garden for long stretches of being away.

THINGS TO DROP DOUGH ON: I wish I'd snapped this up while it was still in the Etsy store. A global vibe that's wearable and fun.

THINGS TO HANG ON THE WALL: A Bengali tiger. Just because it's big, wild and exotic.

#flashback: Vintage baking - that is baking from vintage recipe books.

April 08, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || singular blue fungi in brisbane water national park
katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || sunlight illuminates a fungi in brisbane water national park

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || moss bed for miniature fungi and tiny orchids in brisbane water national park
I LIVE in a part of the world holidaymakers flock to. Beaches are certainly part of the attraction but, for me, it's hard to go past the national parks. 

When wet weather let up on Easter Sunday, my partner and I pulled on our walking boots, grabbed our cameras and walked the Piles Creek Loop in Brisbane Water National Park. The walk, my favourite on the Central Coast, takes about three hours at a steady walking pace, but we took our time and stopped to photograph the abundant fungi flourishing in wet conditions after the rain.

katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || fungi cluster in brisbane water national park
My partner is a National Parks and Wildlife Service Discovery Ranger and will be hosting a much shorter fungi walk starting at the Palms Picnic Area, in Munmorah State Conservation Area, on Sunday, April 12, from 9am. The conditions are perfect for what should be a spectacular display of fungi. Take your camera, it's a magical treasure hunt that will have you walking through bush with new eyes.

April 01, 2015


OH, for pottering about the garden, in my pink frock and bonnet, with my curls set just so and my basket overflowing with freshly-cut blooms. You?

In March:

I READ… Cheryl Strayed's Wild and Lisa Messenger's Daring and Disruptive. Wild was an audio book. I plugged in to potter in the garden or clean the house. Made the hours go past in a flash and such a great story. Read it. I'm off to find the DVD.

I WENT TO… Camp and camp. Yup two camps, both with Girl Guides. One I organised and one I had the luxury of turning up and enjoying as a participant. Both were awesome.

I ATE… Camp food, lovingly cooked by volunteers in vast quantities and devoured with gusto after long, happy days outdoors.

I OP SHOPPED… 1960s garden annuals. Plenty of great tips, and a handful of things you'd never do in 2015.

I MADE… Stars. You can too.

March 04, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || city on a string
katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || a multicultural pizza, how New York
katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || New York Public Library, yes please

WE'RE off to New York. I don't even feel like I need to say anything more. Everyone I tell says I'll love it. I reckon they're right.

THINGS TO MAKE AND DO: City on a string? I think I could add a few iconic, must-see landmarks.

THINGS TO COOK AND EAT: A multicultural take on pizza? What could be more New York?

THINGS TO DROP DOUGH ON: New York Public Library reading room, with these? Yes please.

THINGS TO HANG ON THE WALL: There's not enough information about the art of this Illustration Friday contributor to say if this was actually a print, but I am imagining it is, and very inspired to get out the Gocco.

#flashback: Pinning this time last year was very much sunny side up.

February 28, 2015


katiecrackernuts.blogspot.com || bowl of wooden beads

I LOVE reading the comments you make on these monthly posts. Quite honestly, I am surprised anyone, at all, reads to the end of what is essential an online catalogue of my days. Surprised, but thrilled. Thank you.

If you've not ever said hello, please do.

In February:

I READ… Richard Flanagan's The Narrow Road to the Deep North. Such cruelty, such raw humanity - or, in so many cases, the choice to be human or live with the consequences of choosing the other. A theme I felt resonated deeply in Flanagan's most recent piece of public writing.

Also on the bedside table this month was the recent work of school pal, great thinker and Resilient Entrepreneur Louise Francis' Memoir of a Corporate Refugee. Louise comes from a place of having worked stuff out and, and, being the generous yet pragmatic lass she is, wanting people to see a clear path to working their own stuff out and getting on with it. It's a 'take no prisoners' read that you will see plenty of yourself in. I certainly did.

I WENT TO… Dookie, population 286. More correctly, I went to the University of Melbourne's Dookie campus in rural Victoria to do six intensive days of training to set myself on the path to completing a Certificate IV in Training and Assessment. Here's what I learned: do NOT do anything over an intensive six days. I don't know that I'll be rushing back to any tertiary education any time soon.

I ATE… birthday cake. February is a bumper birthday month in our family. It's my mum's birthday, our eldest's birthday (good grief, she was 28) and mine. I've made reservations for a belated birthday dinner at Woy Woy Fisherman's Wharf, tonight.

I OP SHOPPED… beads: a whole string of them for $2. A jute macrame shopper for $3 and two cocktail frocks: black and white polka dots from the 1980s, $10, and a handmade slub silk number from the 1960s, $25. The skirt on the latter falls in a series of large pleated petals.  

I MADE… plans. I am tired, worn down, worn out and needing a break in my routine. I'm not complaining; everything I do has a purpose and I love doing it. However, knowing when it's time to recharge and see things from a distance is good too. I've booked flights to New York. It's my first time to the city, and to the States, and I am looking forward to being inspired. Please do share with me your tips, favourite places, must dos and online (or printed) travel guides. I am open to it all.