7 Simple Things You Need To Know Now You’re Gluten Free

So there you are, you’ve just been told you’re Gluten Intolerant or Coeliac, other than the fact that it actually makes a lot of sense, you’re in complete shock. What are you going to do? You love brownies, doughnuts, cake and… wait for it… BREAD! There’s no way you’re going to be eating cardboard for the rest of your life!!

Enter the denial. “Maybe if I just cut the gluten down….. instead of completely out…”

Yeah no, sorry but that’s not going to work. Not if you genuinely want to feel better. Yes it can come as some what of a shock, finding out you’ll need to be careful about what you eat for the rest of your life. But no, you wont be eating cardboard, trust me on this one. With a few simple ingredients you’ll be able to stock a cupboard and fridge full of your favourite foods and not feel like you’re missing out (well, most of the time anyway!)

I remember finding out I was gluten intolerant and the number one thing I was surprised at was just how many things I had to avoid. It was hard work trying to memorize the ingredients I could and couldn’t eat and don’t even get me started on the number of different gluten free brands that were on the market that tasted like c*%p!

Throw in contamination risks, trying to eat out or even knowing where to look for gluten free products and some days it all just ended up being too hard. I figured there had to be more people like me out there, who just needed an easy, informative place to go.

So whether you’re newly diagnosed or an old hat and just looking for some great recipe and brand inspiration, I’ve listed off my top 7 tips for surviving glutenfreedom and provided an awesome selection of recipes you need to try.

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Dream Home Coming to Life: Part Fifteen

“The value of things is not the time they last,

but the intensity with which they occur.

That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people.” – Fernando Pessoa

As they say, all good things must come to an end. That end is very nearly upon us now and it’s a crazy, butterfly type feeling that I get in my stomach when I think about what’s around the corner.

It was just the other night when I realized just how unknown the next few months were going to be for us. I was laying in my bed with my husband; we had the blinds and window open as it was the first warm night of the season and the air had that particular smell about it. You know the one I mean, the crisp air that blows through from the South, the breeze that means summer is just around the corner.

It was a bright night outside and every time I looked out that window I could imagine what it was going to be like to lay in that same position but instead of looking out onto fence, it would be a completely different view.

A view of rolling hills, yellowing crops and sheep bleating in the distance. Of dark, inky skies filled to the brim with stars (seriously, you city folks are missing out on all the wonders of the night sky!), of the shadows of ghostly gum trees swaying in the night breeze and of the very faintest of glows on the far horizon (Perth).

It was laying there in bed, imagining this scene out my window that I realized it won’t be very long now until we are in the new house, back on a farm, living the life we were meant to. It was a bizarre feeling. All butterflies and excitement. But also this heart swelling feeling… to know that you’re waking up in a new house and know that it’s your forever home.

On one hand I’m saddened by the end of the build, but I also find myself feeling anxious and overwhelmed at the thought of packing and moving again. (Does anyone actually like that part?!) I think I’ve been so focused on getting through these last few months, on organizing and booking in painters and the flooring guys and the air conditioning people that I lost sight of the excitement of moving into a new house. Of finally getting to lead the life I’ve wanted for a very long time.

I already find myself looking back on our build like I do my son, wondering where the hell the time went and amazed at all the things that have been accomplished. (Yeah, yeah, I know I totally just compared my child to my house.) But it really is a big, momentous occasion, and come the day we finally get to move in I don’t know what I’ll be like.

I’m imagining a smooth sailing, totally organised pro. But in reality it’s more likely to be shambles, chaos and me alternating between crying and anger at all the things that aren’t going right. That’s life for you though.

What’s also life, is delays. We’ve had a few more delays with the tilers so that means we aren’t likely to get key hand over until we’re back from our holiday now. It’s not the end of the world I suppose, it just means we had to completely re-think our game plan.

Perhaps you can all cross your fingers for me, for a smooth sprint to the finish line while we’re away. Without any further ado here it is, one the last Dream Home Journey updates.


It’s still a very weird feeling knowing this will be the view I look out upon every day, coffee in hand.


Tiles people! We have tiles! They may not be grouted yet, but they’re not far off!


My big ass, soakin, bath tub! I cannot wait to have a relaxing soak in this baby. (Wait! Who am I kidding? The child will likely want to get in with me!)


Splash back all up, the last bit of grout needing to be completed. Ahh the joys of the bartering system😉


Waterproofing in the ensuite complete and the floor tiling started. It won’t be long now till this room’s finished too!

So once all the tiling and grouting as been finalized they can come in and measure up for the glass shower screens and mirrors. They’ll then get popped in, along with the bathroom and kitchen hardware and BADA-BING, BADA-BOOM! Key hand over time!

Till then folks! Have a gorgeous day and enjoy this beautiful sun shiny weather…. as I’m (for some crazy reason) running away from it to the freezing winds of Tasmania!

Ciao xxx

Spreading the Sunshine!

sunshine-1“The Sunshine Blogger Award is given to those who  inspire and bring sunshine into the lives of their readers and fellow bloggers.”

What a gorgeous thing to say, don’t you think?

Bringing a little bit of sunshine into people’s lives is what it’s all about. At least it has always been for me, and not just when it comes to blogging either. I’m talking about day to day stuff too. An offer of assistance to someone in need, a friendly smile to a stranger or a big strong hug for a friend. They’re simple things we can do every day to make someone’s day/life a little bit brighter.

This though, also applies to blogging and well, anything to do with social media I think. Sometimes it’s saying ‘Hey, I hear your pain, here’s what I did in a similar situation, why not give this a try’ or sometimes it’s just the fact that you provide them an escape from their day-to-day drama; there’s a lot of reasons why your writing can help someone.

Being acknowledged for it though? Well that’s just icing on the cake.

I’ve been nominated for the Sunshine Blogger Award by the gorgeous Abigail of Mrs Tags Writes and I can’t thank her enough. She writes a li’l Mamma blog that tells it like it is and I recommend you check her out here.

As part of the nomination Abigail got to ask me 10 questions that I had to answer here and then I, in turn, got to nominate and ask 10 questions to some of my favourite small bloggers! It’s a fabulous way to find gorgeous new blogs to follow, find out a little bit more about the people behind them and share the love. We’re all in this together after all. Continue reading

How Breast Aware Are You?!

I get my teeth cleaned and checked every year.

I have a pap smear and get my eyes checked every two years.

I visit the skin clinic to check for skin cancers every 12-18 months.

We take the time to stay on top of and be informed on so many health issues already.


We learn about menstrual cycles and child birth in school from a young age. We’re taught about sex and sexually transmitted diseases in high school. So why is it we aren’t teaching ourselves and our children about the importance of breast health?

Is it because it’s not talked about enough? Because surely in today’s society that can’t be the case. Maybe it’s because we’re afraid to, just in case we might find something. Or is it simply that we just aren’t educated enough.


1 in every 8 women will be diagnosed with Breast Cancer before the age of 85.

That’s approximately 44 women in Australia EACH DAY.

Of those 44, approximately 8 will die from Breast Cancer EVERY DAY. 

Considering it is the second highest leading cause of death in women in Australia don’t you think we should be putting more emphasis on it? Shouldn’t we be doing more?


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Dream Home Coming to Life: Part Fourteen

“Sometimes you will never know the true value of a moment

until it becomes a memory.” – Dr Seuss

Dr Seuss is one of my favourite childhood authors, among many others I might add. I love a lot of his quotes because, in his weird and fantastical way, he truly understood childhood and all that goes with it.

One such thing is childhood memories. Things that stick with us so strongly and stubbornly that we, as adults, make decisions bound and informed by them without us ever really realizing it.

One such moment for me was when were visiting our first home with my parents, while it was about half way through construction . My dad commented that the outside looked an awful lot like their first home together, on the family farm in Cunderdin many moons ago. Of course, once he pointed it out it hit me just how similar our choices were.

This time around (as I think I’ve mentioned before) our new house plan bears a striking resemblance to my parent’s current home. Not an identical match, but just similar enough for me to notice.

These homes, plus the one on our first Toodyay farm, form the basis for most of my really prominent childhood memories, with some stronger than others. There’s the big stuff of course, like Christmas mornings and birthday parties, bringing new pets home and moving house. But then there’s the little stuff.

These are the small moments that don’t seem particularly poignant at the time, but when you look back on your life they can end up making a rather big impact. Or at least they can help you form the vision you have for your life.

Memories of swimming in dams on scorching hot summer days with yabbies brushing against your feet. Of driving around paddocks in the back of the ute, scooping up lost lambs to be reunited with their mummy’s (of course my sister and I named every single one of them!). Of riding motorbikes and playing in mud pits or trying to make a better ant trap. Of learning to shoot and spending so many hours knocking honky nuts out of trees or tin cans off of fences.

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The Day I Lost My Mojo (& found it again!)


If you know me at all in the real world then you know that it takes a lot to knock me. Publicly at least. I think my husband, who is probably the only person in the world, gets to see how much things actually affect me. I’m a worrier and a WAAAAAAAAAYYYYYY over thinker. I am a perfectionist and a little bit arrogant, the good arrogant though. (Hey at least I’m being honest here!). But to most friends, co-workers and the likes I often come across as being very confident, in not only myself, but my abilities too.

Recently though, and very much so this last week, I took a rather large hit. Emotionally, physically, psychologically. If I had to explain it in the simplest way possible I would say I had “lost my mojo”. I don’t think it’s ever happened before, so I can’t be sure. Normally I might freak out or over think something for a while then get the hell over it and fix it. It’s what I do. But this week it was knock after knock and something had to give.

There were some big family things (that I’ll get into another time), both of my small businesses (including this awesome little blog of mine) took a hit, there were lots of things in fact and I ended up just feeling like a really big failure. It took me a while to get my head back together and honestly that only happened because of the amazing tribe of like-minded, crazy supportive women I had around me and my husband repeatedly telling me I am good enough.

So what is mojo?!

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A Dream Home Coming to Life: Part Thirteen

So it’s lucky week 13! I know some people say the number 13 is bad luck, but for me it’s always been lucky. That and the numbers 3 and 7. Don’t ask me why I picked those numbers but ever since I was about 10 years old they’ve been my go to numbers and they’ve done me well over the years.

The purported history behind the unluckiness of that particular number and day (Friday 13th) is actually fairly interesting. There’s a few reasons why people believe the number became to be thought of as unlucky and they all have to do with tardy dinner guests. (I mean, that’s naturally where my mind goes!). Apparently Judas Iscariot was the 13th dinner guest to arrive at the Last Supper, he also happened to be the apostle that betrayed Jesus Christ. The same rings true in Norse mythology with Loki the God of Mischief (I’m guessing he was just running a little late, you know) also showed up as the 13th guest to a dinner held in Valhalla.

It’s also believed that King Philip IV of France ordered the Knights Templar to be arrested, tortured and killed on Friday October 13th, 1307. Now naturally none of these have been confirmed as being true but western civilization has taken this fear of the number 13 to such an extent that a lot of hotels, hospitals and office buildings don’t even have a “thirteenth floor”. And don’t even get me started on the number of restaurants that don’t allow you to book a table for 13 guests.

However you choose to look at it, the number thirteen has always been lucky for me so it’s a damn shame that nothing particularly auspicious has happened this week. It’s probably even worse that nothing has really happened with the build either. Well OK, stuff has happened, it’s just not happening fast enough for me. (Hmmm I think the Leo in me is starting to rear it’s head again!)

I did learn something this week though. That, shock horror, the building world apparently doesn’t move as fast as the Channel 9 hit, The Block does! I mean good gawd! Reality TV isn’t actually real? Since when!!

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