Saturday, November 30, 2013
Monday, November 11, 2013
The party had a robot theme. I, being me, suggested we get into the swing of things and make some robot masks to wear. They, being them, decided we needed to add a touch of flair - a bunny robot, a three-horned unicorn robot and a horse robot. Neigh.
They're crackers, all three of them. Gloriously, beautifully, relentlessly, seriously crackers.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
I had thought to begin this post with, "I was wandering through the house wondering if I'd ever blog again." Which led me to envision myself in something flowing, moving slowly, fingers draping absently along dust-free surfaces, deep in contemplation.
But none of that ever happens, the flowing, the slowly, the draping. (The dust-free).
I'm here and I'm busy and I'm accepting it may never relent. I'm smiling more than I'm not. My girls are well and beautiful. It's November already. I'll find my way back to this space with time. I've been feeling its absence.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
We ate dumplings, rode roller-coasters, danced in the storm. We swam every day, several times a day, to escape the heat. We took a break from the normal, kicked back with aunties and cousins, let ourselves be looked after for a bit. My three little travellers handled the flights like champions. And we all want to go back tomorrow.
Monday, October 21, 2013
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
Some months ago, an email arrived from a land far, far away, requesting I send a couple of my bonnets off for a potential photo shoot. They arrived just in the nick of time, and life rolled on, and I forgot about it. Then I heard word that the photos were going to make it into print. And today my copy of Papier Mache magazine arrived, within it a fantastic feature interview with one of my absolute favourites in this blog world, Flannery O'Kafka, alongside images from her incredible fashion shoot entitled 'When My Father Was At Sea'.*
This is all very exciting for a country mama who spends most evenings on the couch knitting in her jimjams.
PS I'm going on holidays next week, so the shop will be closed for a couple of weeks from tomorrow. Stay tuned for some exciting new things when I return...
* Bonnets aside, this woman (and her ridiculously beautiful family) is very cool and very inspiring. You should seek her out and read about her.
Friday, September 27, 2013
:: My new Orla Kiely mugs, the perfect size for a homemade soy latte.
:: An Amelia Herbertson lino print bought last year on a trip back to my home town.
:: Fabric and yarn, always fabric and yarn
:: Raspberries, bought frozen, eaten as is and baked in everything.
:: A red door, pride of place in my new home.
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
I love her for her imagination, her inquisitiveness, her stubbornness, her silliness.
I love her relentless requests to do "craft", to "investigate", to catch butterflies in the garden.
I love that she can suddenly ride a bike like an old pro, can suddenly read whole books on her own, will make up a song and stop whatever she's doing to write down the lyrics.
I love that she suggests dinner on the lawn, then declares, "Well, isn't this pleasant," as we share our rice with the mozzies.
I love her intensely choreographed dance routines, and that they're often to the songs from Broadway musicals. (And I love how far back in her head her eyes roll when I try out one of my routines on her...)
I love her gappy grin, her impossibly thick hair, her limbs that seem to stretch out longer and thinner every time she falls asleep.
And I love that, given free rein in my fabric stash, she doesn't hesitate before selecting a lairy vintage sheet for her new summer dress (and that when she tries it on the first time, she says, "It's just like a ball gown!")
Dress F from Girls Style Book by Yoshiko Tsukiori.
Dress F from Girls Style Book by Yoshiko Tsukiori.
Sunday, September 22, 2013
School holidays are here again! I'm looking forward to the change of pace...and the very exciting trip away we have planned in a couple of weeks!! (Hint, hint).
1) Vintage napkins, hand-embroidered
2) Wild child
3) Morning sunshine (and my table needs an oil)
4) Someone is writing her own name
5) I made sourdough pancakes with Herman!
6) This discovery could be a very dangerous one.
Have a lovely week!
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Do you ever come across a meal that is perfect for its time? One that seems somehow to represent you, entirely, right in that moment? This is my "perfect for me right now" meal, and I've been eating it an awful lot lately so I thought I'd share.
It has four main elements:
1) Speck. This is not bacon, or at least not as you know it. I got tired of boring sliced supermarket bacon, rubbery and flaccid and flavourless. I purchase speck as a big piece which means I can slice it to my desired thickness (oh, about a centimetre) and then into lardons. Sauteed in olive oil, those little morsels become crisp and juicy and terribly flavoursome. In the past I've used speck in wintery soups and stews, but more recently I'm sizzling it up in all sorts of exciting ways.
2) Silver beet. I never loved this vegetable. It was terribly green and terribly earthy. The stems were chewy. I didn't know what to do with it. But a few years ago I jumped on the cavolo nero bandwagon, and found I loved it steamed then sauteed with garlic. Last year I tried that same simple method on some market-bought silver beet and tables began to turn. The final twist was when I planted a few seedlings last spring. That stuff grew and grew, and when I'd finally picked it all, it grew back again. Silver beet had it's time in the sun and in my kitchen, and I've not looked back. I'm looking forward to having it on tap again this summer.
3) Eggs. Or rather, very recently laid neighbourhood eggs. My chicken dream still hasn't come to fruition, but I've got the next best thing - friends with chickens. Every time I'm handed a carton of fresh-laid goodness, my heart skips a beat. And while most eggs find their way into cakes and tarts and Pearl's thrice weekly "mushy eggies", I save the very freshest for poaching. You can add your vinegar, swish your water, stand on one leg and whistle the national anthem all you like. All you actually need is a pan, simmering water, and the very freshest eggs.
4) Bread. Good bread, preferably sourdough, thick sliced, drizzled with olive oil, grilled in a hot pan till the stripes appear then rubbed with a cut clove of garlic.
All of that thrown together gives you this meal, this perfect anytime, every time meal. It could be breakfast, brunch, lunch or dinner. It's just right for one, but could feed a crowd. It's simple food, which means it has to rely on the quality of its ingredients. And it's got enough green to be good for you, and enough other bits to feel like a treat.
Saute speck in a little oil until golden. Add half a clove of garlic, crushed, and some washed, sliced silver beet. Cook for several minutes until silver beet is tender and wilted (keep it over gentle heat so as not to burn the garlic). Add a little water if it needs some help. Season it all liberally with good salt and freshly ground pepper. Meanwhile, poach eggs. Grill bread and rub with the other half of the garlic clove. Pile on the silver beet mixture, top with the eggs, and tuck in.