Showing posts from April, 2018


It began with the movie Amazing Grace and suddenly we were aware that slavery was as much of a problem today as it had been a few centuries ago. Then the documentaries and articles followed and finally Tearfund (NZ) and Baptist World Aid (Australia) released their ethical shopping guides and ignorance was no longer an excuse for buying clothing (or chocolate for that matter) from companies that did not ensure workers received a living wage.

But the guides didn't necessarily make things easier for consumers. If anything, they may have made things harder.

I live in a town that has less than a dozen shops that I know of devoted to women's clothes (I am fairly confident that it's only half that but let's go with a dozen). I can buy basics and essentials that fit within the guide. But, as I recently discovered, buying skirts are another matter altogether.

There was nothing available locally that fit both the criteria for an ethical company and a piece of apparel that was de…


The Most Adorable Granddaughters have been asking me to teach them to knit. I warned them that their Nana would not be as patient as my Nana had been when she taught me. [How old was I when I learnt to knit? Four? Five? I can remember learning to crochet - I was probably around ten years old - but it seems that I've always knitted.]

I had put it off and put it off until last week I went out and bought five pairs of needles and several balls of yarn. I figured that The Most Adorable Granddaughters#6 and #7 wouldn't want to learn - yet - hence only five pairs. And I knew better than to buy only five balls of yarn as there would be at least one colour that several little people would want - so I tried to cover all bases by providing a good selection. (Strangely enough, the colour I thought would be least popular got snapped up immediately.)

The plan was to teach all five at once (I know - absolutely insane!) but as it turned out, only The Most Adorable Granddaughers#1, #2 and #3 …

When The Weather Is Glorious

And The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#3 have stayed over, what better pastime on a Sunday afternoon than to walk around the lake and soak up the sun and atmosphere? [Sadly, despite arranging the sleepover at The Most Adorable Granddaughter#4's request - only #1, #2 and 3# were able to make it. Next time I'll plan ahead and do better.]

Surprisingly (although why I don't know because when one thinks about it, it seems pretty obvious that it would be the case) I saw a lot of weeds in the undergrowth similar to the ones I've managed to cultivate at home. At least I'm not responsible for removing all the ones at the lake - a mammoth task!

I did my share today - and then rewarded myself for the effort by planting ninety bulbs (in addition to the fifty I planted last week). It felt good to be out working in the garden again and to be able to enjoy it. There was a time I thought I would never feel that way again (and how I hated that new fence which I have now come to ap…

Autumn Daze

I never had any desire to move to our hometown. Nor did DH. When he began talking about moving to New Zealand (much to my horror!), the place we now call home was never on the agenda. He knew the area - after all his parents lived here - but it could be said that, figuratively speaking, he looked down his nose at it. (We have since discovered that the disdain with which many Kiwis treat our area is totally unwarranted.)

How we came to be here was through a series of God-incidences and now, twenty-two years later, we still believe we're meant to be here. (Even if we occasionally daydream about moving down to the South Island - or up North when I feel I can't take another cold winter).

Today was one of those beautiful autumn days. And so, on this Sunday afternoon we were to be found enjoying the local river ... and entertaining the idea that perhaps -just perhaps - there is nowhere else in the world we would rather live. And hopefully at least one other person who shared the del…