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“A portrait of our children, once a week, every week, in 2013.” Coco: Loves nothing better than playing with his sister’s tea set. Juju: Still obsessed with her “rose” tutu. If she could sleep in it she would. Mowgli & Coco: Curious little troublemakers.   I’m really behind posting our weekly photos for the 52…

How flashing your boobs can get you places.

We finally registered Wallabee, our 1968 Airstream. Though it nearly didn’t happen. We were ten minutes late for our inspection with VicRoads. Ten minutes!  I apologised (while juggling two hungry, wriggling babies) and explained that it took longer than expected to hitch up, have Wallabee weighed at the Public Weighbridge and find somewhere outside the…

Stalking Curtiss Wright

It was ten-thirty in the morning when I arrived back at the 1946 Curtiss Wright I’d stalked the previous day. This time it was at the invitation of her owners, Robbie and Georgie, after they found the note I’d sticky-taped to their trailer door. Of course the twins, who never sleep, decided to do a…

A right-sized life

Our blog has inspired a blog piece. I initially blushed when I saw our family photos alongside those of our trailer renovation up on the HofArc website. For those of you who can’t be bothered scrolling through lots of old posts, Wally Hofmann has done a great job outlining our motivations in buying and renovating a…

Finding the Wright trailer

Another uncanny Airstream find… today I stumbled upon a 1946 Curtiss Wright parked in the street in a neighbouring suburb (similar to the photo above). I’m not sure what compelled me to drive to this street, but I was pretty excited by my find. Okay, so it’s not technically an Airstream, but these are rarer than hen’s…