27 February 2011
24 February 2011
It's a weird feeling. New Zealand is relatively small yet the sun still shines here in Auckland, the buildings are all standing strong and today there was a welcome breeze to cool things down.
Down in Christchurch the situation is worsening as the extent of damage becomes apparent. This evening my husband said he felt guilty that we were all okay up here, untouched. I don't know if it has anything to do with luck, but it feels a bit like it does.
Such events embed in the mind so easily. 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, Cyclone Yasi to name a few, they all become mentally filed away, and surface with surprising ease no matter how much time has passed.
22 February 2011
It's too much. Christchurch suffered a big earthquake last September, and since then so many aftershocks have hit the city, albeit smaller in intensity. They rattled the city constantly, keeping everyone on guard.
Today another big one hit, and so far 65 lives lost. Honestly, I have to ask what Mother Nature is playing at. As little as the rest of the country, in particular the South Island, thinks of Auckland I still would welcome them all here, open arms. I would embrace the 350,000+ Cantabrians and wouldn't blink at the associated issues that a population increase would bring. Surely they have dealt with enough? With all that's going on in the world, am I still allowed to say 'it's just not fair'?
I don't mean to keep making Audrey stuffed things for her birthday but she does love a good loll about, and all the cushions in the house are pretty standard sizes. She hoists them off the couch, lays them out and then flops and lolls on them like a wet dog in grass. On wooden floors they slide apart, so I decided to make Audrey a whopper. I found the largest inner I could, and the finished cushion ended up measuring close to 90 x 90cm.
It's all pure wool, the top being a patchwork of some of the wool coatings I have, and the bottom being a textured, heavy pink and red wool. A red, heavy duty vislon zip in place of a regular zip adds an extra little bit of colour. You know vislon zips make my heart sing.
Audrey was pretty excited to receive this (and you know how plastic toys often pip cloth things at the post), and everyday enjoys a good roll.
Ooh, idea-flash: much like pull-apart bread wouldn't a pull-apart cushion be cool? It could grow by a cushion each birthday, adhering to last year's with some cleverly disguised velcro.
19 February 2011
This is paining me to give this up, and I'm still definitely in two minds, but bonny (plump) Audrey has pretty much missed the boat (now being 2 grand years of age). The length is good for her as she is rather middling in height but her generously proportioned limbs really won't allow much wear at all. Bought at a vintage boutique recently, now available in my etsy shop.
Update: Sold now. Wah.
15 February 2011
Is it terrible for me to say I feel I am off the hook for having a baby born on St Valentine's Day? Luckily my husband and I don't believe in it (there are 364 other (non-commercial) days). Audrey turned two yesterday (which was 14th Feb on this side of the world). The photos above were actually taken at a friend's fifth birthday the day before, but she was more suitably dressed up then than on her actual birthday (wearing mostly her 'birthday suit' in the weather we're having). Two! Fancy that.
11 February 2011
Enchanted Tank, 12m - 5Y
Yes, that caterpillar is a permanent fixture in her hands (you may have noticed it in other photos.). I had to buy a backup after her original one absconded for three days, and when the new one turned up Lucy claimed it. I created a rod for my own back. Now for backup no's 3 and 4...
8 February 2011
It's only on reflection I realise Lucy was so easy to dress for photographs for the shop. Maybe my memory is selective but she seemed to put on anything I asked her to. Audrey is very particularly about what she wears and I've tried on a number of occasions to get her into this outfit without success. Today, eureka! Now she won't take it off, which is not ideal being mid Summer. I guess it's easy to assume it's teens and up that refuse to wear any out fit other than one they've concocted, but alas it starts very early. Twelve to eighteen months from where I'm standing. When Lucy needs something new I am merely the factory worker, bending to her every whim.
Back to Audrey modelling - this is what happens when I say 'turn'.
She is wearing the new charcoal tie leggings and grey ruffle front merino top (in the shop now). A nice change from pink and blue and both pieces go with pretty much every colour.