46 MILLION

It’s funny what reading does to you. For most of my life I thought of the southern United States as a place full of red necks and racists, the last part of that country I would want to visit. Bollocks of course – product of an imagination fed by Hollywood and sheer mental laziness.  And then I read the complete works of Fanny Flagg, author of Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe.  Now Missouri would probably be the first stop on my itinerary. In fact, one of the reasons that I wanted to live in this house is because it reminded me of Neighbor Dorothy’s house in Welcome to the World, Baby Girl.

Flagg’s books do not shrink from the darker side of life however, they would be way to sweet for me otherwise.  And that brings me to the main subject of my post today. America is the richest country in the world – you would think that it would be able to look after its own people wouldn’t you?  Well I guess they could – if they wanted to.   Obama and Co are facing an up hill battle in their attempt to bring in universal health care so that the 46 MILLION UNINSURED PEOPLE can get their health needs met. Sorry about the capitals but..46 MILLION!! Bloody Hell!!

My favourite American blogger – Heather B Armstrong  (Dooce) has strong feelings on this subject as her family has had health insurance problems. And I’m with her husband Jon who commented on his blog –

Here’s the freedom and peace of mind I think every person deserves: if one is sick or has a health-related problem, one finds the nearest or most favorite physician and makes an appointment or walks in and gets help. Every person alive deserves this. That we don’t live this way is hypocritical and inexcusable. We have the technology.

The Guardian has an article by Ed Pilkington titled ‘Dying for affordable health care – the uninsured speak’ , it’s an interesting read if you’ve got a moment.  I’m just going to sit back and be thankful that I live here. 😉

http://www.guardian.co.uk/society/2009/aug/21/healthcare-provision-us-uk

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Craft – In My Little Corner Of The World

I went to art school for three years in my early thirties,then did a degree in art history and one of the things that stuck me as most unfair in my study of art was the so called divide between fine art and craft. It always seemed to me  to be snobby and sexist.

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Agnes Coy brooch

Here in the Wairarapa we are fortunate enough to have a whole heap of wonderful craft artists. The little town where I live in particular, seems to have even more that its fair share – it’s so cool!

One of the good things I did yesterday was to visit one such town talent at her ‘Agnes Coy’ studio/shop. It’s a really lovely space and full of beautiful hand crafted objects – so give her a call if you are in town and pop in.

Agnes Coy Hottie Cover
Agnes Coy Hottie Cover

http://agnescoy.co.nz/

Agnes Coy bracelet
Agnes Coy bracelet

On A Frosty Morning..

The Cheese Hounds have different ways of dealing with a morning that is beautifully sunny but sparkling with frost. Titch assumes her favourite position on the window seat, muzzle on the sill, and has a wee snooze.. While Polly the Wild Child, prefers to air her parts on the sofa, in the sun.

I Could Hear Her Snoring
I Could Hear Her Snoring
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In Preparation For A Hard Days Laying Around

Oh My, I Love Soup..

I was feeling a little low today – nothing in particular had happened, its just that I have been hit by a hay fever allergy again and had been forced to take a tablet to try and stop the insane amount of sneezing I was doing.The pills make me feel a bit crappy and sometimes don’t work very well, while the allergy makes me feel like I have a cold, contributing  to my mood. Solution? It’s obvious really isn’t it?  MAKE SOUP!

One of the best things I have found about getting older is that I have actually got better at some things, and soup is one of them…

  • Making soup can be a meditation. Just the cutting, slicing, dicing, grating of veges, being in the moment, takes my mind of whatever is bothering me.
  • The smell of the onions and garlic frying up together,  mmmmmmmmmm. (I have taken to giving all the chopped veges a quick fry up with them)
  • Its really creative, you can put pretty much anything in that you want. And therefore it always tastes different.
  • Its a real frugal hit, using up all the older veges.
  • Its great when your broke, so cheap to make, and smells and tastes wonderful. Filling you up for low cost.
  • All those soupy, vege ingredients are really bloody good for you! Today’s soup, which I am eating while I am writing this, has cooked brown rice added.
  • If your feeling a little richer, you can make a French onion soup  with a bottle of wine added. OH YES…
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Today's Soup

“Do you have a kinder, more adaptable friend in the food world than soup? Who soothes you when you are ill? Who refuses to leave you when you are impoverished and stretches its resources to give a hearty sustenance and cheer? Who warms you in the winter and cools you in the summer? Yet who also is capable of doing honor to your richest table and impressing your most demanding guests? Soup does its loyal best, no matter what undignified conditions are imposed upon it. You don’t catch steak hanging around when you’re poor and sick, do you?” Judith Martin



Ode To Singing..

Well world, it’s going to be a short one today. Lots to do and my battery is on low.

First off – good news.

  • Yay! going to singing tonight, have a bag of mixed lollies to eat on the way and two sausages sandwich as well! Thank Goddess, I don’t get car sick any more.
  • Bumped into my best crafty friend Vicky at the St Marks jumble sale today and she has a order for another of my necklaces. Super- Yay!!
  • Mr T has picked up another part time job, so we will not be quite so much on the bones of our respective arses any more.  Well done that man!

I need to get on now and felt wool like a mad women, fortunately I can watch telly at the same time so reruns of MASH it is. Hope you’ve had a good day all.  And remember my number one rule for keeping off the dried frog pills- its not what happens to you that’s important, it’s how you choose to handle it.  😉

and then there were two…

I have sold one of my felt necklaces! For actual money! Not given away, not swapped for anything else! And that is enough exclamation marks to be going on with.  Back to the real world and what it also means is that I will have to get off my arse and make some more. I have only two left and need to get a lot more done before the Thorndon Christmas Market in December.

Although I am absolutely crazy about creating handmade stuff,  and over the moon about the renewal in popularity of the crafty, I am very much aware of the almost impossibility of making a living from it. Or even being able to make minimum hourly wage for the time and effort spent.  I think this is mostly because of the cheapness of imported crap in the shops.

I used to let this get me down, but not anymore. I just get a kick out of making things and if people like them that’s superduper. 🙂