Saturday

aroha my new bag!




My first ever bloggy parcel and LOOK at all these beautiful gifts!
You are a specially sweet blogfriend and super clever too... the bag is top!

Thank you, lady of many names, (I'm sure you're not only a musician but a spooky spy too. How else do you explain all the pseudonyms?)

Wednesday

pocket money

I risk giving the impression that I subscribe to the Victorian school of parenthood but I'm not a fan of paying children an allowance just because...and I refuse to pay them for doing their everyday chores, clearing the table, making their own beds,
massaging their mothers feet... I WISH!
Inevitably, this has led to some inventive ways of earning the odd buck (after all there's only so many times you can wash the car), I've had a dinner party Butler, a birthday Pool Man/Lifeguard, a weeding incident that decimated the veggie patch and some meals, so inventive that even Nigella would struggle to describe them!

The latest entrepreneurial scheme; I'm donning the one and only pair of patched leggings for an exercise session with my very own Personal Trainer, aged 14. The term 'cacking it' springs to mind here as he is a rugby playing, skateboarding, lean, mean sporty machine and I'm more roadkill than gym bunny, but he's promised to treat me gently and refrain from rolling his eyes, at least while I'm looking.There's a folder, index cards and a handwritten weight loss diary, all complied by Oz...I have to say I'm very impressed.

Less impressive perhaps is Alf's idea that he uses the results and a few before and after photo's as his science fair project,


HOW ABOUT NOOOOOO!!




A Google Images BEFORE and AFTER

Monday

the weekend that was...




A lazy breakfast, followed by some serious garden envy, rosehips, a giant stone armchair looking out to sea, lunch with a view and an afternoon on a private beach where I found my dream house.

The perfect Saturday.

Thursday

day 7

I could have chosen flowers, polish or a fabric sample from my stash but I plumped for...
Violet
Elizabeth Bott


Why?
I saw these in the dairy and I've a feeling I'm going to eat and eat until i make mythelf thik!

day 6

Indigo sea


Maybe it's the onset of the cooler seasons but I am absolutely loving colour! My usual palette of white, cream and sludgy greeny blues feels a little cold so I'm throwing pale pinks and oranges into the mix. I've just had a white armchair recovered in a vintage deckchair stripe and it brightens up the whole room.


Admittedly, the white covers may come back out during the Spring Clean, but until then I'm all about the brights, baby!

Wednesday

day 5

It wouldn't be a rainbow without blue skies.



Book club last night where I handed back a couple of great reads and a couple of average ones too. The 10pm Question by Kate De Goldi is definitely one of the goodies!
I was accompanied by my gorgeous sister-in-law who makes me laugh so hard it hurts. It's amazing the effect a really hearty chuckle can have, must be all the endorphins whizzing around inside...I still feel delighted today.

Tuesday

day 4

The best green climbing tree...ever



Our local video store is having a sale and I picked up a number of DVD's for an astonishing $3 each. I'm a bit of a film junkie, anything goes, so in an attempt to raise the bar a little I only bought ones with awards displayed on the jacket. 'The Singer' has a fair few all of which are valid, however the rosette it really should have been given is for 'excruciatingly funny subtitled song lyrics'.
A great film, a little strange but very watchable and it has a token goat!

day 3

Yellow lemons and garlic

Sunday

day 2

Orange Birthday Begonias...

Saturday

roygbiv...

Forget about long white clouds, this week New Zealand has been the land of rainbows.


To celebrate this random rainbowy goodness I'm beginning an 'Ode to Roy.G.Biv.'

Day 1: RED


Please feel free to join in...

Wednesday

bach journal #2

Sitting smackbang in the middle of one of the most sought after streets in the village is this beat up beach house with its overgrown garden. The houses to each side are huge and expensive but I love this one and it makes me smile every time I pass.


Monday

brrrr...

Lordy, it was cold on the beach today but the light was amazing. Storm clouds were gathering and the sky was almost pewter.

What is it about peeling paint...?

mothers day


Saturday

saturday...check!

Today's been a loose end sort of a day.
Is there anybody out there that diligently completes a whole list before starting the next one? Not me I'm afraid...I've had a heap of little jobs, sad and neglected, unticked on the weeks list but optimistically carried over only to be ignored again. Until today...

Bird handles on to chest...check

Dresser shelves sorted ...check

Afro tamed and the son loving it...check



Polish sausage defrosted and souped...check


iPOD synced with all those borrowed CD's, a huge bowl of broad beans shucked ready for tonights risotto, Happy-go-lucky (which I loved) watched...check, check, check.

Happy Mothers Day to all the Kiwi mammies out there!

Wednesday

in a perfect world...

I would have red hair. Not chestnut or auburn but true, raw carrot red, waist-length ringlets. I once paid $400 for long, red hair extensions which had to be washed with fabric conditioner. To my chagrin, I only lasted a week; high maintenance hair is just not my thing, I can't even bear mousse. I pulled them all out one night and hid them in a plastic bag in my favourite 'out of sight, out of mind' spot where they remained, forgotten and gathering dust until they were discovered during a memorable game of Sardines. You try explaining to a traumatised child and his mother that you don't keep dead kittens under the bed, it's just your old hair.


Here is my homage to all things ginger...it's amazing what pops up on Google images;



Monday

a nip in the air.

With the glorious onset of Autumn in Auckland it's time to cosy up dinnertime. It's not quite Betty's hotpot weather but I find a warm salad is the perfect accompaniment to roasted chicken or lamb, mash or rice. Perfect timing really as the veggie gardens glut of courgettes and tomatoes lend themselves beautifully to this type of dish.

I make a huge pot of one of my favourite warm salads/stews, Ratatouille, and then freeze it in meal size batches. Inevitably my 'meal size' always leaves a little leftover and what better lunch than a bowl of warm veggies and fresh ciabatta.


I reckon a good meal size batch would need 2 medium onions, an aubergine, 4 or 5 courgettes, 3 red capsicums, a tin of chopped tomatoes, olive oil, garlic, fresh basil and I love a slosh of Worcestershire sauce for a little depth.

Chop all the vegetables into bite size chunks or slices and mince a couple of cloves of garlic. I don't bother with all that salting and sweating of aubergines, just look for fresh, plump, firm specimens.

Heat a good slug of oil in a large pan and then soften the onions, being careful not to brown them, stir in the aubergines, then the courgettes and after a couple of minutes add the pepper, garlic and a tad more oil.

Pop on the lid and cook really gently for 1/2 an hour or so. Add the drained tomatoes and sauce and cook for another 30 minutes until the veggies are soft, then stir in the basil.

This is one of those dishes that seems to get better after a couple of days in the fridge...delicious.

Friday

elaine paige and me both....

What is it about certain songs that evoke such incredibly strong memories.
There is the normal soundtrack to life that I think everyone has; first kiss, angry teen, break ups, Christmas, husband, putting the kids to bed, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera (which always makes me think of Yul Brynner and the strange attractiveness of bald men, but that is a tangent to be explored another day).
Today, however, The Strangler's tune 'Golden Brown' sent me into one of those weird, almost trippy states where you're driving the car, you arrive at your destination safely without a toot, flash or trail of road kill but with no recollection of the journey at all. My head was swimming with early teenage unrequited love.
Eventually, the love was requited but like so many things it didn't quite live up to my huge expectations, how could it have done?
How wonderful though that a song played loudly on a crappy car radio can transport someone so entirely to another time and place and I suspect, leave a smile on my face all day.