Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Baby seal in the dunes down by the caves. Jed wasn’t going anywhere but there. Lunch, schmunch. Who needs lunch when there’s a baby seal to see. And anyway, we had an apple.
Enroute, i had to prime the small one that the mama seal might have come back for the baba, that the babyseal might’ve gone hunting for fish AND we may not be able to find it. But we’d try. Oh yes we would. Oh, and explain that perhaps cuddling and nuzzling it wouldn’t be an option. “Mama, what wild mean?”
No mama in sight. Is it just me or does baba seal look sad? DOC (Dept of Conservation) says it’s not unusual for the mama and seal pup to get separated and protocol (schmotocol) is to leave them be in hopes mama seal comes back or find them.
Small creature meets small creature. Magical.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
When we’re out adventuring we’ll find sticks and make music wherever we are. Drums are everywhere...on bridges, fences, in buckets and paint pots, garden stakes and especially in tool sheds.
Sometimes, and it doesn't matter where he is, Jed will dance and tell me that he hears music in his head. Or he dances to birdsong and beats from within. I aspire to do that again.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A favourite at the moment is peppermint tea, fresh picked. Delicious warm or cold.
Peak chickweed season too - it feels so good to eat wild so abundantly.
It has to be spring coming, the herb garden is going wild.
It stays green throughout the year here in NZ, but there is something special about the new tender green growth of spring.
And check out this green deliciousness - the newest addition to the vintage stash. From Lets Go Retro on Swanson Rd. I love it.
Monday, August 17, 2009
My fabric stash and sewing gear is all stacked in the cupboard-under-the-stairs harry Potter style, alongside the linen, my patterns (mostly my own out of brown wrapping paper), Jed and i’s craftbox et c etc. I am on a mission to get more organised.
Current dilemma is how to store my patterns, other than roll them up. I’m hijacking half of Jed’s art folder until i figure that one out.
Hmm, tidying, sorting, eyeing up lightweight floral clothing, my herb garden is making a comeback...seems like Spring-like behaviour to me! Spring is coming.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
I have a project list a few pages long. I like it that way. I could cut out ten projects right now. Finding the time to sew/make them may take a wee bit longer, given i work or am on call from 5.30 or 6am until 8pm, if not 24/7....you mama's of very small ones know how it is.
My favourite is coming up with an idea and then sitting down and sketching it, then trying to figure out the pattern pieces (or, i have to admit, sometimes i just start cutting and work it out as i go along). I’ll dig through my cupboards and look at how other similar things are made. I lay out fabrics from my stash and see what jumps out for that particular project. I am not very good at following orders. I can do it and probably should more often. I just like the challenge of figuring it out. So satisfying.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A woman i barely know gave me these jonquils out of the blue yesterday. Next time i see her I will let her know how much joy her gift brought me. My car now smells divine and we have a harbinger of spring in the house...so very welcome!
She had too many in her garden and wanted to share. What a great thing sharing is.
You can just get a peek of the wonder ful rocking horse Jed’s granpa made him in the background.
Jed has been into asking the camellia bush for flowers lately. (This morning in the sand dunes i overheard him talking to the bushes...’thanks for your touch plants’ as he brushed past. How lovely is that.)
Last night’s bath was a sweet smelling one! In went his camellia flowers, some jonquils and rose geranium leaves for a bit of green.
A peaceful kind of fun. (Note that the camellia's are now in small pieces!)
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Visiting a healer (Nigel’s the real deal people) in the unlikeliest place of Westgate in Massey i ducked into a shop i believed was a purveyor of craft materials, which i was in dire need of. I was baffled to find myself in a HUGE store, full of aisles of little market stalls. Craftworld stocks handmade items of all sorts...from the ugly, downright bizarre to the beautiful bordering on sublime, from herbal medicines to knitted jumpers, woodworks, clothes, toys..you name it and it’s there. Quite a fascinating wander. And a heads up to all those crafty mama’s out there looking for places to sell your beautiful handmade goodness.
I found this farm bag of gorgeousness at Craftworld. I alternated between whoops of joy that i could afford it and sad that so much craftiness went for so cheap. We love it.
I have been looking into where to sell my lovingly made craftyness and you know, there isn’t a clearcut answer in a wee country like Aotearoa. There’s felt (NZ), there’s etsy of course (international), there are a few boutiquey type places (mainly in Wellington it has to be said), there’s trademe – which is not really for handmade specifically but worth a go. Anyway, i have been sick but am back on it. I have a plan. (There’s a reason why Jed says that alot) When plan (27867b) becomes concrete action i’ll let you know.
Much sewing and plotting going on here. Among other things my first go at a bib – with vintage fabric. I took the pattern from one of Jed’s (from the few months he actually wore one occasionally) and it came out great and there’s more on the way. More exciting was that i managed the whole project while Jed having a whale of a time doing the dishes. It does ease up. I was wondering!
Sunday, August 9, 2009
(‘Free spirit’ i was called many times, living my dreams as they occur to me, known to hitchhike through three countries to get to a party, living out of dumpsters, sniffing out the wise women still herbcrafting the old ways, on the frontlines of eco-activism and social pioneering (a la star family and radical intimacy), wandering and living in many many countries, being gobsmacked by beauty again and again and again...)
....to the mundane and relentlessness of parenting in an isolated area.
The trick is to find the magic in the mundane, the spiritual awakening in the relentlessness and sink into the extreme beauty in life. (Easy when you live where i do, oh the view, the view!)
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Genevieve Simperingham and her partner Dan are back in town!
Such great work they do. Well worth checking it out, no matter what ages your kids are. Transformative for the parents too.
Free talk: Friday 14th August. 7-8pm. Wellpark College. Grey Lynn
Discipline without Punishment workshop: Sat 15th August. 10-4pm. Titirangi Community House
Communication Skills and Therapeutic Play: Sun 16th August. 10-4. Wellpark College.
More info here.
For those not in Auckland or international, Genevieve runs counselling sessions and groups in Northland, NZ and does phone and email consultations from home.Peaceful-parent.com, Genevieve's website, has many great resources. She recommends books, and has a good selection of articles on a wide range of parenting related, behavioural and family healing topics. I have it saved in my favourites. Many times i have printed out an article to hand on to someone in need.
It's radical, simple, deep, inspiring stuff. See you there.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
One cardboard box (on the large side), one knife, some crepe paper, tape, a tiny bit of creative juice, and you are ten minutes away from having yourself a sweet little house.
And that, my friends, equals many many hours of fun.
And today, Jed has discovered he can draw on it too! Wait til tomorrow when (sun willing), i am going to suggest dragging it outside and painting it.
Monday, August 3, 2009
The birthday morning surprises. Note the mama-made name flags. I have made those for other kids in the past and it was so lovely to make them for Jed. My son. I still wonder at the incredibleness of it all.
What a magical few days.
Jed is now 2. A few days before his birthday i go through the process of remembering back to our birthing. Labouring at home to the sound of the sea and bush to the hellish ride in over the hill at nine and half inches dilated, to the exact opposite to our ideal birth. Emergency caesarean and almost dying to top it off. Bugger. Ms Natural here has a new found respect for allopathic Western medicine now. I would’nt be alive without it. And you know what? It had it’s own magic.
I digress. A birthday weekend just passed. A wide eyed wise little person drinking it all in. Swimming, a visit to a local farm and getting up close and cuddly with baby lamb and all manner of animals, horseriding. Wandering around with a rat on his shoulder. Yup. Intrepid. Playing with his friends in the sun on our deck. A windy beach adventure with a new tricycle. With pedals AND a special horn from his best mate. Puddles and sunshine. The joys of a large cardboard box transformed into a house. Family. Yay us.
Jed was clear that he wanted a party. With cake. He named his people. He deemed there should be a ‘pass de parcel game’ and wanted a pig and a lamb to come too. (Hence the visit to the farm as a compromise).I mean, really! The dude goes to one birthday party and he’s got it all down. It was small and lovely, with coffee machine cranking for the parents, homemade cards “look mama, i got some art”, much good food and good oldfashioned make your own fun and just hanging out. Good times.
My favourite parts?
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Well, here they are. Pants. Or, for those not in NZ, for whom pants means undies, trousers.
I made my boy some awhile back and have been inundated with interest every time he wears them. They have passed the road test with flying colours, selling like hotcakes off the kitchen table. I haven’t got it it together to open a shop in etsy or felt yet, and can’t bring myself to sit for hours at a market. I will list them online somewhere and let you know the link. Any other ideas of where to stock them let me know.
Lovingly made, hardwearing, one of a kind, re-inforced crotch, room enough for a nappy if required, gender non-specific designs and using high quality retro re-purposed trim where possible. Available in sizes 1-3.
The cuffs are on the narrow side so they don’t catch on anything while the little monkey wearing them is climbing/playing and it keeps the leg warmer than a wider leg trouser.
There’s a stretch denim pair with the groovy check trim that is Jed’s latest prototype to run wild in and they are holding up well. I like the look of the wide leg pants, but you know, it gets awful gusty on the beach in winter and the narrower ones are our everyday favourites.
For jed, anything can turn into pants. If you’re a crafty mama and have a sewing machine (or happy hand stitching) ...recycle old shirts into pjama’s or use the sleeves of old woollen jumpers as the leg part and sew a roll of band at the top. These can look very cool. I’ve been experimenting in my odd moments spare. It was Jed’s birthday this week (involving ALOT of imaginative seat-of-the-pants crafting, late night cake creating and general rabble rousing – more about that next time!) which has been alot of fun but i am kinda looking forward to things quieting down a bit so i can get back to the crafting programme. Ahem.
Ah yes, and apologies for the photo quality, i realised (after downloading this last batch) that a certain small person who has been using the camera to view pictures by themselves for months, has developed an unfortunate (for my photo quality) attraction to exploring the lens with unidentifiable foodstuffs on fingers. After the next post you will notice a HUGE improvement. Promise.