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The horses are back!

Sacha and horses

Every now and then, on the green hill across the street from my house in the suburbs, on the outskirts of the city, horses appear like magic. Gone for ages, then suddenly appearing….and yesterday they were back after a long absence.

Four of them, 3 horses and one little pony. With 4 apples in hand we made our way up the hill to see them. My daughter, loving the child sized pony, and I, preferring the largest of them all.

Gentle giants of the hill, I am so glad to see you.

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A little poem by the sea…

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Playground park.

Big wide sea.

Trees delight.

Sunshine after rain.

Children play.

A perfect moment.

Happy mother’s day.


The non-chocolate bunny….

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He was supposed to be chocolate. There was a chocolate bunny. But he had somehow disappeared with only the faint traces of chocolate crumbs left behind. So, instead, here is a photo of a much loved white porcelain bunny. Still very cute, but definitely not chocolate!

Easter… Such a mixed holiday….for some, it is a deeply religious observation, for others it signifies a four day public holiday – a break from routine and a chance to spend precious time with family and friends. For others (in the northern hemisphere) it signals the start of spring and end of winter (hence the lambs, chicks and baby rabbit imagery…?). For us in New Zealand, Easter is often officially the last long weekend of summer or alternately, a sign that winter and rain is already on its way (depending on how lucky we are with good weather over Easter…)

While everyone has different views/traditions/beliefs/ideas on the four day Easter Observation / Public Holiday and what it is mainly about and how they observe it….everyone I know seems to agree that Easter is about food and family. Specifically, eating chocolate and warm, scented and tasty Hot X buns, and about family get together’s around a big table having Easter lunch, or enjoying a final end-of-summer bbq.

For our family, its a combination of all of the above. The Easter Egg Hunt being a highlight for the children. But any celebration that involves eating chocolate and spending time together, especially by the beach, is all right by me.

Happy Easter.


The end of summer?

end of summer

The last of the summer days…it feels like it. Yet it is only mid February. Surely we have another month or so of glorious weather to go still? I hope so….But this image of my daughter made me feel like summer was ending soon….the longer sleeves, greyer sky, only keen surfers out in the water. My daughter still however, black footed and sandy handed from exploring the beach.


A thought on personal and individual style.

symbols in home

What is individual style? I have been thinking about this and have come up with a few thoughts about it. To me personal style transcends your home, your studio, your art, your creative endeavours. They are all just manifestations of your style. Your style is you. It is what makes you a unique person on this planet. Style is a reflection of your genuine self, your expression of who you are. Style is understanding who you are and being extremely at ease with that.

Your personal style is partly what others see, it is your art and your creations, your thoughts expressed, your home, and your community. As I think about this I see images from my home, my art, my studio and my journals – all different but threads of the same things – old symbols (hearts, circles, crosses), text and use of letters and words, old patina’s and vintage finds. Trees, beaches, bridges, buildings, houses all feature in my style, as does finding old nests, collecting sea-glass, rocks and shells, quirky finds and birds, horses, growing food, and history all interest me. Writing musings, journalling and playing with mixed media, painting big abstract paintings and trying to do photography everyday are my style. Noticing things others might miss and finding beauty in everyday things are my style. My style is thinking in interconnected circles but writing in bullet points.

Your style is also how you live. Being a mum to four kids will always be my first priority. That’s my style too. Like many of us, I am juggling everyday – the divergent needs and demands of a large complicated and blended family, working to earn income, running, and try to find space in my day to create, fitting in all the other messy stuff in between, that’s my style too.

I am a mother to three boys rapidly moving into that strange place between being men and boys, and one 4 year old princess fairy. A writer and keen blogger. I am a runner. I am a photographer. I am an artist. I am creative. I dream of Italy and of visiting Europe one day. I dream of living closer to the land, but also (ironically) closer to the city centre and so I can smell and hear the sea. I dream of my three sons as babies and wonder at their journey into being young men. I love my pink, sparkly princess who has in a thousand different ways saved me from myself through this process with her enormous smiles, delicious cuddles and piles of charm, giggles and songs. All of this, is part of me.

What has running got to do with style? Running is very much apart of who I am now, after I put on my trainers one year ago exactly and ran to the first lamp post then walked the next two. I run to clear my mind, to think straight, to have my body hurt in a good way. I run so no one can see tears occasionally. I run to have a few precious moments when no-one needs me. Running gives me space to plan, dream and plot. It takes time but it also makes me more creative and more efficient. I also see things that I don’t see when driving or distracted by tasks and errands. They are all part of my style.

Is style is the only thing you have left when you strip everything back to its barest state. Or is style is an individual and original point of view delivered with confidence? Or, the culmination of all the parts of a life brought together? Or is style really just having curiosity, a sense of spirit and confidence in yourself?


Life’s lessons learned in the dance hall.

the ballet lesson 2013

The first and only ballet lesson. I had such high hopes after 3 gorgeous but very boyish boys…finally a little girl to take to ballet. A little girl to dress in a pink tutu and ballet slippers. I could watch her dancing about with the other little girls…That was my plan.

Unfortunately my daughter did not share my enthusiasm, and decided after enjoying dressing for the event and even holding hands for the pre-dance lesson pow-wow, that maybe dancing wasn’t her thing right now. There was no way she was participating! So we sat for two lessons and watched. Then, I finally realised that maybe this was more about my dreams than hers, right now…

I will just have to be very content to watch my ballerina skip about in her fairy dress over her pyjama’s at home, singing “hot cross buns, one a penny, two a penny…” and waving her fairy wand around. She did make a very cute ballerina, if only for a fleeting moment.


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