Another move..

I have been stalking a house.

This house in particular..

P1030330I took this sneaky photo on one of the drive pasts that I managed to talk Mr T into doing.

There is a method in my madness of course.  This is the house that we will be moving into next weekend and I have been stalking it because up until two weeks ago we hadn’t been allowed to go and have a look at it.

It is owned by some friends who have had some bad luck with tenants and really wanted some new tenants who would look after the old house that one of them had grown up in.  So we said yes, we would love to look after their old house but we could we just have a wee peek at it before we said a definite yes?….

It took some time..  Grumpy tenants refusing to leave, house a mess and some damage done..finally, finally we got to go in.

Isn’t it funny?  You wander through a house, admiring rooms, pointing stuff out to each other, talking excitedly.  And then within hours of viewing it the fog moves in and you are no longer quite sure of the layout, or was there a window in the kitchen? where exactly was the loo? what colour were the curtains? is there carpeting?  all gone, all gone.

Still – something remained.  A large back room with lots of windows, perfect for a studio.  A large kitchen with a walk in pantry the size of a small room,  a sun room, an orchard on one side of the section that we can use and a good area for a brazier. An old home with character and lots and lots of space!

So guess what we’ll be doing over the next week.


always expect the unexpected..

I should have known.

As soon as I come out and have a small rant about something I don’t want to do, I do the thing and enjoy it.  It’s maddening really.   (please see previous post)

I totally loved going to the pub quiz with my cousin Toni, who I hardly ever get to see.  I totally loved being with our tiny team of six friends.  I kind of enjoyed winning a box of chocolates for ‘Last Man Standing’, even though I really didn’t like being the last person standing in a pub full.

And we came a respectable fourth even after I completely cocked up by writing our answers on the wrong game page and therefore losing us 7 points.

I totally loved that my team mates didn’t kill me for that..

So now it’s all over and I have another wonderful day of making things and the joy of Mr T coming home for a couple of nights..

Light and love people, light and love..


Can you use bah humbug when it’s not Christmas?..

I love hand sewing.  This is one of those moments when you stop and look at the words you’ve just typed with wonder.  It must definitely be an age thing, because I remember many years ago that just the thought of sewing anything by hand would make me want to hide.

Yesterday I started in on making my Mum an armchair caddy of her own.  Due to the limited time I had I decided to make it out of an old piece of linen curtain rather than do the whole Alabama Chanin reverse applique thing.  Great I thought, I can just whizz it up on the machine and set to work.  I managed the two long side seams and pocket edge before I gave up.  I was just two tense, my shoulders ached and it just wasn’t fun, so..

Onto the couch, laptop showing old Big Bang Theory and a needle in the hand, nice and slow and easy.  My kind of thing..

Armchair caddy for my Mum  - keep it quiet though, it's not Mother's Day until Sunday.
Armchair caddy for my Mum – keep it quiet though, it’s not Mother’s Day until Sunday.


I write a list each day, planning all the stuff I want to do the next day.  I need to do this because I have sooooo much I want to do, make etc that lately I have found myself totally paralysed and unable to choose, therefore as a consequence getting sod all done.

This is at the bottom of my list for today..


When we first arrived back in this country I was all mad fire keen to get into everything my friends were into, making up for lost time and put my hand up readily when asked to join the local pub quiz.  It’s only once a month and so far I have only managed to go once, the one time our team have actually won.

The problem is it turns out I don’t really like pub quizzes, I think I knew that when I signed up but the word PUB was ringing welcomely in my ears and I became blind to remembrance.   The thing is that I think that pubs should be for important things like..

1. drinking and

2. talking, as in socialising, putting the world to rights, maybe listening to music, all that kind of stuff

Not putting all of the above on the back burner to try to answer pretty, bloody, stupid questions that no one in their right mind would give a toss about – especially when they are about Beyonce or other queries of that kidney.

I said I would go tonight and I will but I think that will be me.  I would rather stay home and stitch

It’s definitely an age thing..

Bah humbug..

There and back again..

It’s been quiet on the blog this past week because I caught a ride down to Stokes Valley with a friend to go and spend some time with my Mum.  Ma is 88 and in need of some company as well as help around the house and with life in general.  I usually stay every second week with her and Mr T stays with her during the week as he works not far away in Wellington.  In fact Mum is the main reason we came to live back in New Zealand last year and we are really glad we did.

The way we live is working out pretty well at the moment.  I still struggle with the Black Slug depression and appreciate the week when I am in my own home and can hibernate with Toastie if I need to, or get some craft done if I have the energy and concentration.  If I am still not feeling too good when I go down to Ma’s it’s ok because Ma is not a huge bundle of energy now either and we can sit and talk while I crochet and she knits and we watch silly comedies on T.V. together – or murder mysteries..

Last week I was most proud of myself because I finished two jobs that I have been meaning to do for years.  Just before we went to live in the U.K. four years ago, my friend Vicky gave me an unusual old sewing basket.  I loved it very much, especially because it was made from harakeke or New Zealand flax.  This basket was woven in strips and sewn together with red thread.

Unfortunately most of the thread holding the wooden bottom on had come adrift as had one corner of the lid.  Last Monday night I had a sudden rush of blood to the head and mended it.. Finally after four years..

The other project I finished the same night was from the Alabama Chanin Stitch book – The Over-the-Arm Pin Cushion which I started two years ago.  I am over the moon to have finished it and be using it.  Even my Mum liked it and now I am making one for her for Mothers Day next weekend.

Mended sewing basket with original spotted lining, so cute.
Mended sewing basket with original spotted lining, so cute.
Over-the-arm pin cushion in use

My other creation of the last fortnight was already mostly made for me.  My friend Donna had given me an old, crocheted, stained glass, granny square lap blanket that was falling apart.  In fact she gave it to me in bits as she had neither the time or energy to deal with it.  I didn’t fancy a lap blanket and seeing that one of the pieces was scarf length and a decent width I thought a better use would be to fix the shredding seams, stitch a single crochet border around it and add a loopy chain edging on each end.  Job done and I have a new, rather cheerful, favourite scarf.

Just in time for winter..
Just in time for winter..

Ma’s feijoa trees are overflowing at the moment – it seems to have been a bumper year for the fruit.  She has to rake them up every day and there are way more than any of us needed or wanted to preserve so we came up with this idea so as not to waste them..

They didn’t take long to go.

Ah - the sweet, green grenades..
Ah – the sweet, green grenades..

So that was some of my week – I hope you all had a good one.