About Me

My name is Zoey. I am a geek. I am not a nerd. If you don’t know the difference I can’t help you. I bake when I’m really happy or really sad. Sometimes it turns out brilliantly, sometimes not quite so brilliantly, but I always make a mess. I like the in-between seasons and old books. A good book is like going home. A great book is like going home and getting lost there. I like to crochet in a cosy armchair. I’m obsessed with chai tea and coffee.

I have a gypsy soul and last time I counted I had lived in over 70 different places. Now I just live in one place, but I move the furniture around alot to make myself feel better.

I fell in love with my first camera when I was 20. It was a Nikon FE10 and it used actual film. It was my first love and the only Nikon camera I would ever own because I later defected to Canon. I only photographed landscapes or citiscapes or anything that didn’t involve people. I used to say that if you had to photograph something then it couldn’t have been worth remembering anyway.

And then I had my first baby. And I realised that the thing that people always say – that time goes so fast – isn’t just something that old people say – it’s actually true. And suddenly, I felt compelled to photograph everything, not because I wouldn’t be able to remember it – I’ll remember every tiny little detail – it’s an attempt to slow down time frame by frame.

This blog was my husband’s idea. A place for the words to live, big and small. It was a good idea. It is a good cover for my substandard scrapbooking skills and my excellent procrastination skills.

Good Googs is an Australian thing. A goog is a kind of childish word for an egg. I know. It makes no sense given that goog is a longer word than egg. Don’t blame me. It’s not my fault that English is a ludicrous language. My first baby got the nickname of googy. We always called her a good goog and it kind of stuck.

I started this blog when my first baby, Riley was a little over one. It’s hard to explain how I felt when she was born. My pregnancy was probably the most deeply lonely time of my life. I was happy and excited throughout my pregnancy but I was also completely lonely. And then she was born and after awhile I realised that I didn’t give birth to her, she gave birth to me.

And quickly I went from the most lonely part of my life to the most joyful. Just like that. She lit up everything around her. I used to fall asleep next to her, nose-to-nose and we would begin to wake up at the same time. I adored her utterly and completely. And I took liberties with the idea that you can’t spoil a baby.

I mean look at that belly. That is glorious. When I started I didn’t know what kind of a blogger I wanted to be. At first I thought I might be a parenting blogger because I’m one of those attachment parenting people. But there was only so many things I wanted to write about that and I figured out that I wasn’t passionate about attachment parenting.

I was passionate about people doing what makes them enjoy motherhood and parenthood the most.

And so eventually I settled into personal blogging. You might call it mum blogging or mummy blogging. I might not. But I still know that this is what everyone else is calling it. Which basically means I blog about whatever pops into my head. Which lets face it, when I’m with little people all day, it’s often little people related.

Speaking of which, here are my little people. This is the Googy, also known as Riley. She’s three and a half. She likes dinosaurs, cars, bubbles and princess dresses. She’s a firecracker and she keeps me on my toes. She stands out and probably always will. Her laugh makes other people laugh on a regular basis. And then there’s Piper. It took me the better part of a year to get pregnant with her and when she did arrive I wanted to make sure she was born naturally. I was so excited that I had my VBAC and equally grateful that I had access to drugs during labour. She is so happy all the time, it’s like sunshine. After she was born at only 2.8kgs she put on weight like there was no tomorrow and is now a chubby, chatty little thing, just about ready to motor around the house.

I also babble, a lot. But I guess you noticed that. This blog is my space to be creative. It’s a place where I don’t have any social anxiety, where I’m honest and where I look for little bits of inspiration and write love letters to my children.