It had to happen. No really, it did. I wrote and published this, a full explanation of my internet-quietness this year (in short: pregnant, baby due in two weeks) and the VERY NEXT MORNING, the baby decides it’s finished baking … Continue reading
Sometimes it takes someone to say something you don’t want to hear to make things happen. I was watching a photography seminar online delivered by an amazing tutor last week, when the topic of blogs came up… needless to say, … Continue reading
I’m so thrilled we bought a house with a pool – especially now it’s almost warm enough to use. Almost. Cannot wait to jump in! My swimsuit on the other hand, I’m not quite so keen to jump into… as … Continue reading
That’s not a metaphor. I actually have new gumboots. In an ironic situation, until a year ago, we lived on a dairy farm and I traipsed around the paddocks, dodging cow pats and other yucky things in red gumboots with swirls and flowers on them, the pretty kind, designed with a townie in mind. Now we live on what is essentially a large garden in town, where I’m a townie, I have somehow decided the time is perfect to invest in steel-capped, reinforced-sole serious-type gumboots… and they may well be the best thing I’ve brought in ages.
Yeah. I’m so rock’n’roll I’m in love with my protective footwear.
They seem to have given me green thumbs (light green, mind, I’m no… errr… insert famous gardener name here), so I’ve leapt on the chance to plant up a storm… if only I didn’t feel so bad about the worms that have been harmed in the process! That’ll teach them for living in the ground, I suppose.
If you’ve booked me for your wedding, I promise the wellies will stay at home. With the garden. Where they belong. If you haven’t booked me to shoot your wedding yet, why not head over to my website for a peek? It’s a totally gumboot-free zone.
It felt like forever away. It was November 2006 and the news was full of the buzz that New Zealand would host the Rugby World Cup in 2011. I could care less about watching the games themselves, but I did spend plenty of time yarning to Grandad about the games, the players, the refs, the venues… you name it, we were the experts.
The day it hit the news, our conversation was full of excitement and anticipation and I promised him we’d go to the final together. I had previously promised to take him and Grandma to Disneyland, I suspect because I wanted to go (I was about six), but this time it really seemed like something I’d have time to save for and we’d all enjoy.
Now, it feels like forever ago that we shared that excited call… Grandad was already sick at the time, but we were both stubbornly refusing to consider anything would beat him.
He’s the first person I lost who left a big hole in my life and even though it’s been over four years, there’s still a gap where he should be.
Tonight, it all starts, the world will be watching and so will I. With plenty of excitement and a touch of sadness – there’s no way I would wish him back for even a second more of ill health, but there will always be a part of me that would give anything, absolutely ANYTHING, to have a ticket to the final with Grandad.
Last weekend in Christchurch was beautiful… managed to resist the urge to go near the city centre and the Eastern suburbs, so if I hadn’t known better, it wouldn’t have been too much of a stretch to believe that nothing untoward had gone on there. It all started well, with the clearest day imaginable, here are some of the Southern Alps from the plane:
That was followed by the prettiness of North Canterbury at sunset:
And sunrise… well, let’s call it morning, I rose a little after the sun:
Would have been wrong to visit and not drink some of the products of the vines pictured above… and how could we have wine without nibbly things?
To finish, more clear weather on the plane home:
In between I had a photo shoot with the gorgeous Amy & Thomas – will post their images in the next few days.
Not only have I been a slack blogger, I have been a slack exerciser.
I could blame it on it getting colder and the weather being unreliable, but the cold hard fact is that I have been lazy. In fact, it should be Lazy, with a capital ‘L’. I have completely succumbed to procrastination and my running regime has come seriously a-cropper. In other news, I just used the term ‘a-cropper’… what is that all about?
Rather than being strapped to my feet, this is where my trainers have been recently:
In a box. Not the box they came in, but a box I packed them in when we moved house. Weeks ago. I even had to go looking for them to take this. Disappointed in myself doesn’t even begin to cover it.
Part of the problem, or perhaps all of it, is that I’m pretty much the queen of making excuses as to why I can’t go for a run; “it’s too hot/cold”, “it’s too windy”, “I’m too tired”, “I just washed my hair”…
No, really, I did actually say that last one and while I wish I wasn’t the kind of girl who says high-maintenance stuff like that, my hair is a bit temperamental and on the days it does what it’s told it seems like I’m tempting fate, laughing at the forces of frizz, which is probably an even worse idea than not going for a run. And when I say run, at this point it will be miraculous if I even put the trainers on, so let’s call it a walk.
Cunningly, typing this has put it off for another 5 minutes. See what I mean? But this time, I really am out the door.
I’m off to Christchurch this weekend, certainly not for the first time – I grew up in Canterbury, so my trips back have been pretty regular.
For the first time though, I’m feeling something new about Christchurch – I really, really don’t want to go.
It’s not that I’m not looking forward to seeing my family and catching up with some friends, or that I’m especially concerned about another ‘big one’ (although I am somewhat worried), it’s so much simpler than that: I haven’t visited since the February earthquake and I just don’t want to see it like it is now.
I know that parts of the city are virtually untouched and for the most part I won’t be near the red zone areas, but I can’t help but think that it will be difficult NOT to go near the cordon in the centre of town – while I don’t want to see the Cathedral all broken and sad, I also don’t think I’ll be able to resist seeing it in real life. I guess it’s part- morbid fascination and part- desire to see it for real, because the images in the news seem more like Kabul or Baghdad than the reality of somewhere I know so well.
This was taken mid-September, near my parents’ farm – compared to what happened in February, it almost seems minor now.
I do have the luxury of leaving after the weekend, something so many aren’t able to do, so I’ll ease up on feeling sad and start being thankful.
I have been an incredibly slack blogger. So, in the interests of getting back into a good habit, here’s some stuff I’m loving at the moment.
The Big Bang Theory.
It’s just SO, so good. The current series has just finished (thank you Sidereel for the ability to watch ahead, without an actual tv), so in between re-watching the previous series on DVD and you know, working and having a life, I’m pretty sure I can make it to September when it restarts. Such is my level of TBBT geekiness, we own the same shower curtain as Sheldon & Leonard… If only the new house didn’t have an actual shower door.
Perfume & pretty new trinkets.
Kent bought me some gorgeous perfume for my birthday and I can’t work out if I’m more in love with the fragrance itself or the bottle… it’s just so beautiful!
Technically I was shopping for a birthday gift for a friend, but accidentally ended up buying some pretty shiny things for me. Oops.
Adele’s album, 21.
I’ve had it for months and I still can’t stop playing it. She’s A-MAZ-ING.
Being a homeowner.
No really, if you’d told me a few years back that I would love the idea of owing the bank the equivalent of the GDP of a small nation and that if anything breaks it’s on us to sort it, I wouldn’t have believed it. Pfft. I even look forward to the mortgage payments going out of our bank account! I probably need to get out more.
Just a random selection of things that I’m loving at the moment.
Birthday week – This Thursday (same day as the Queen’s actual birthday, still no invite to share cake, despite all we have in common) marks the end of my 20s, yet still I’m excited – what’s that all about? Pretty sure I was supposed to be dreading being 30, but I’m looking forward to it the same way I do Christmas… thankfully I’ve long since reconciled myself with never again being asked for ID, so let the cards and expensive gifts start rolling in.
To My Wife – it’s a tumblr blog written by a single guy with a load of thoughts about his future (as-yet-unmet) wife and their relationship, some are funny, some are touching, and the whole concept is a bit swoon-inducing. It’s so, so good. If you need further convincing, there’s only a sentence or two a day, so it doesn’t take very long and will make you smile.
Feijoas – Yum.
Gossip Girl – yes, I’m about twice the age of most of the show’s fans, but I just can’t resist a show full of gorgeous, rich people, locations and things… and I’m a sucker for teens who speak like grown-ups. But only on the telly (well, On Demand, really).