Showing posts from September, 2018

Twenty-Four Seven

Also known as Weeks Seven and Eight of Renovations Round Three.

Or, how to survive living in a fishbowl.

For the last two weeks we have had no privacy. Builder by day Monday to Friday. Plasterer all day Saturday. Painter after work at night and all day Saturday.

Only Sunday is a day of rest. That is, apart from the fumes and mess we are left to deal with once the tradespeople have departed.

It feels as if we are always being assessed. I feel self-conscious about things like dying flowers in the bathrooms and clothes hanging in front of the fire and dishes left in the sink. Which is ridiculous when you consider the mess they have made of my house.

I seriously cannot believe I am managing to not only survive but to also stay sane in the chaos that is our humble abode at the moment. Always insistent in a bad way that the house be always ready to receive guests, it seems unfathomable that I am able to ignore my front veranda and the mess in my front entrance.

The only explanation - well t…

Some Of My Favourite Things

"My favourite time is when the family gets to eat together," announced A Most Adorable Granddaughter on the weekend ... which is just as well because a family birthday provides a great excuse for the family to get together and eat together.

(You could be forgiven for mistaking whose birthday was actually being celebrated on this occasion given the number of eager individuals blowing out the candles.)

And it seems that there are other pursuits almost as enjoyable to do together as eating ...

I am so thankful for family ... for reasons to celebrate ... for The Most Adorable Granddaughters who enjoy playing with cousins ... for sunny days ... and afternoon tea on the veranda ... for space to play ... and trees to climb ... for mismatched candles ... for laughter ... and giggles ... and even a few tears ... for shared kai ... and lots of dishes ... and, yes, even for a crazy dog.

These are some of my favourite things.


It was to be a gentle Sunday walk in the afternoon sun: enough of a slope to make one feel virtuous about getting up out of one's chair and actually doing something, but not enough to constitute work (especially given it was the Sabbath).

We reached what I considered the highpoint and took photos to celebrate. I would have been happy to have turned around and walked back down the hill at this stage.

But there is something about genetics - perhaps it's true what they say about skipping a generation - for almost immediately The Most Adorable Granddaughters#1-#3 (and I can't say with any certainity who was to blame) sugggested we walk to the trig. This is the very suggestion their Grandpa has made over the years and it is one that strikes a certain amount of fear in my heart and limbs.

Now, I might be a slow learner, but after living with DH for almost 35 years I have learnt that "trig" is not a polite way of saying "benign walk". No, it is usually an euph…


Also known as Weeks Five and Six of Renovations Round Three.

I didn't post last week. I was too discouraged. The renovation posts are about as exciting as watching paint dry ...

(Warning: if you're not into watching paint dry, read further at your own peril.)

The windows have come out and are being repaired and double glazed; the plasterer has been times three (and is here as I write this); another pile of firewood is building; a whole lot of rubbish has been carted away; yet still it looks as if progress has fled the country.

I got inspired/motivated/desperate last week and bought some test posts for the new paint colour for the front living room and spent a reasonably short amount of time painting scrap gib. For a few minutes it felt as if we were making progress.

Unfortunately my instincts were right and the colour I thought I wanted turned out just as I had hoped so then I had no reason to pore over paint charts, debate the benefit of cool versus warm or light versus dark,…

Poppies, Socks And An Edit

This morning I threw off my cardigan and enticed our children outside to eat in the sunshine. I came home and sowed seeds in my garden: salvia, cornflour, poppies, snapdragons, cosmos, and lavender. Oh glorious spring! This evening I am in front of the fire as the snowy blast that hit the south earlier today now makes its presence felt our way.

Two days ago I was wondering how long I had before it was time to pack away my sock and blanket knitting. Tonight I'm planning my next project. Knitting items for warmth still feels like a valid pastime. Here are just a few of the projects I've been working on ...

After waiting what seemed like months the wool for DH's socks finally arrived and I was able to finish the second sock. He's wearing them tonight.

I finally finished the pink socks in 8 ply after having to undo the first sock when I couldn't get it over my heel. I should've known that the smaller needles were not going to work. I also redid the cuff on the firs…