My name is Zoey. 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.
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, then a personal blogger. And now I like to call myself a photo-centric personal blogger.
I photograph my little ladies a lot. The Googy is four and a half, and the Squishy is one and a half.
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 get to be my whole self.
