• Style bliss

    What is the human cost of your t-shirt?

    Slavery and child labour in the fashion industry – how does it actually happen? Ethical supply chain consultant Kate Nicholl explains.  When we walk into a department store and buy a new clothing item, we know the store did not make the item. But do we question, who did actually make it? When we buy clothing from a reputable brand and it is expensive, we make an assumption that it must have been made to a high quality in a high-end garment factory. But how do we know? When we buy something and it is a real bargain, do you ever wonder how the brand managed to produce it so cheaply? What is…

  • Summer Goodwin with new home
    Home delights

    Sisters are doin’ it for themselves

    My mum Peta Goodwin is a phenomenal role model. She dances to the tune of the 1985 feminist anthem by Aretha Franklin and Annie Lennox. This is a thank you note to her. Mum was 19-years-old when she had me. She went straight back to full-time work (sole parent pension didn’t exist in 1972) and never received financial support from my father. We moved from New Zealand to Australia in 1975 and joined the hippie movement. Moving to a new country with a three-year-old wouldn’t have been easy. In the 1980’s, Mum grabbed a home loan opportunity for low-income earners and bought a block of land in Margaret River. We…

  • Closer to the Morning by Nathan White
    Creative joy

    Storm clouds

    Storm clouds brewed out beyond the Keppel Islands and sent an ominous shiver down my spine. Was tonight to be another night of howling winds, snapping ropes and screaming sails? Looking out over our beloved Roslyn Bay Harbour I caught a glimpse of the Gypsy Queen. As she got closer, she seemed to limp into the bay. The poor old girl, her bough dipped as she slopped and swayed through crashing waves and gale force winds. Close to home now, her belly seemed to sigh with relief as she swamped the bay and glided graciously to her moorings. Her skipper cut the motors one last time and she heaved and…