Hi, I’m Hannah! 

I’m a city kid by geographic location but a country kid at heart. I grew up holidaying in western Queensland (Australia) and gallivanting around my family’s dairy turned cattle farm in the Gold Coast Hinterland. Red dust runs deep in my veins and despite growing up in suburbia, it’s at my maternal family property ‘Deganwy’ or on a cattle station in the middle of nowhere, where I feel most at home. 

To me, a farmhouse is a place of safety. It’s where people come and automatically feel at home. It’s shared meals, full bellies, wholesome food and a dining room table that can always fit ‘just one more person’. It’s the sound of rain on the tin roof and a constant chatter. It’s late night card games on the verandah and shared beers on the front steps. It’s pristine sunrises and a hard-earnt sunset after a dusty day in the yards. It’s home – but not merely for its physical setting, but what and who it holds within its four walls. 

Despite my love for wide open spaces and having my heart firmly set in the bush, for a number of reasons I find myself living in a high-rise apartment. A place I adore, but still a cookie-cutter apartment with a permanent soundtrack of traffic and trams, and a place far beyond the place I call ‘home’. I aspire to bring the traditions, practices and lifestyle of the beloved farmhouse into the urban environment and cultivate a lifestyle that encourages long homemade lunches, locally bought produce that supports our farmers and wholesome conversations. One that inspires us to step beyond the hustle and bustle of everyday life and step into a place where, irrespective of where we’re planted – we encourage ourselves, and others, to flourish. This is my home – and with the warmest sincerity, welcome to the urban farmhouse.