tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466384123482537342024-03-13T20:31:27.704-07:00ahipara girlKo Rachelle toku ingoa. No Porirua toku kainga. No Ahipara ahau. Nau mai, Haere mai.Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-72984268051887509282016-12-28T16:14:00.001-08:002016-12-28T16:14:09.443-08:00Raw and beautiful ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I made this wreath last weekend at a workshop at The Craft Parlour in Palm Beach. It's a lovely space. Light, airy and surrounded by beautiful makes and supplies. And I came away with something beautiful for our home and some new skills. I always love playing with greenery and these seed pods and eucalyptus are no exception. Being creative makes me happy. </div>
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I feel light of heart and excited at this time of year. A brand new, fresh year ahead. It's like the beginning of a road trip.What will I do with it? I have a list of things to do and places to go in the new year that I'd like to achieve. Things that feed my soul and make me happy. </div>
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In the meantime, the summer holidays are here. It's my reading season. The kids are chilled out. And we have low key family outings to the beach and to visit friends. Doing nothing but restful things is so valuable. As a parent, we're always on duty but we simplified and culled back our gatherings and our Christmas celebrations, intentionally keeping it simple so it was relatively stress free.</div>
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2016 has been both raw and beautiful for me personally and for us as a family. A lot of changes, learning and literally becoming undone. Finding simpler ways to live has helped bring more ease and peace into our lives. Life is never easy, there's always challenges. By keeping the important things like family, faith, peace, simplicity and happiness at the forefront, we've survived another year together. xo</div>
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Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-6520988146243987962016-07-07T23:39:00.001-07:002016-07-08T00:04:19.477-07:00Vessels ...<p dir="ltr">An old bottle, a bit of yarn, jute string and a quiet afternoon. Made a loop so it can hang too. A new 'old' vase or an interesting water bottle for the dinner table. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I enjoy living mindfully. Wanting new things for my home but having to look around and use what I have. We are downsizing and aiming to spend less and reduce debt. I do enjoy raiding the reserve across the road for gum leaves and branches. They smell good and look better as they start to deteriorate. And they are free and plentiful. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I enjoy the challenging of rejigging my things and my space. I'm a lot housebound these days but my mind and hands aren't. Have been finding the slower pace a lot more manageable and really enjoyable. xo</p>
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<p dir="ltr">My wardrobe is currently boring me and funds are tight, so I'm remaking some of my wardrobe using clothes I already own like a couple of my cheapy cardigans. One of my fave things to do is to switch out my buttons.  These buttons are a bit of my collection of thrifted and sea buttons that I've  gathered over the years. My kryptonite is haberdashery, natural fibres and yarn - especially vintage pieces. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My fave form of mark making is stitching and I enjoy the slow pace of handstitching amd I adore the challenge. My fave media is textiles. I love wearing my own work. And I love a good story.  I'll  print, stitch, dye, cut,  deconstruct and reconstruct things  in a way that makes sense to me. </p>
<p dir="ltr">It's a bit cooler at the moment. Queensland winters aren't as cold as Wellington winters but we still need an extra layer. My cardigans are cotton rather than merino wool. A bit of applique and new "old" sea buttons and handstitching and Bob's  ya uncle. </p>
<p dir="ltr">The thing is, when I wear my cardigan, I can feel the stitching and the decisions I made on each stitch placement, each thread chosen or button placement. Its a very organic process. No straight lines. No rulers  or tape measures which allows  for the unknowns to <u>happen</u>. I respond to the garment and trust my own vibe. It's  awesome when that flow hits. Being in the zone is the best rush a maker gets. Like a wave, you ride it in. </p>
<p dir="ltr">And those buttons, they link me to my kids, to a special time and one of our fave places in the world. My marks turn my clothes into beautiful narratives that are meaningful to me. And for me, nothing has more value than my whanau and our connection to our whenua and the ocean, to others and ultimately to our Maker. xo</p>
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<p dir="ltr">It was the time of Madonna and Prince and Billy Idol and The Sex Pistols and Frankie Goes to Hollywood. Cyndi Lauper and Culture Club. My mum would bring home the best record albums. That is a serious vinyl collection I'd give my hair for! </p>
<p dir="ltr">My mum God bless her was young. She wore high heel sneaker and short shorts. She had stilettos and minis. Heads turned. She dyed her hair purple and while other mums were baking, she went dancing and studied psychology. She was the first woman to be employed in the steel plant she worked in. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My childhood homes were cool. My grandparents lived in a seaside bach in Ahipara (Kakapo Street) on Te Oneroa A Tohe - the infamous Ninety Mile Beach in the far north of New Zealand. Beach for miles. Killer tides. Incredible fishing. I grew up on Snapper and tuatua fritters in beer batter. My grandad built our home and fitted it out himself. </p><p dir="ltr">My grandmother literally preserved and baked, knit and crocheted, sewed, recycled and repurposed everything. My clothes were originally cut down from hers or she'd take us thrifting in the op shops in Kaitaia. I never understood why the kids laughed at my shorts until I realised all the girls wore rompers (elasticated puffy pants) and I had boys rugby shorts. We had going to town clothes and home clothes. We found the city kids left behind clothes on the beach in summer and took home our finds and washed them. </p><p dir="ltr">We'd trash pick at the local tip. You could back then. No disposable nappies and everyone composted food scraps and burned a lot of waste. It was the 70's. We had retired grandparents who had three of us mokos to raise and my mum was a single parent. There was no shame. We loved it. I had so many found treasures and my grandad built me shelves to store my collections of books, thriftee high heels, playing cards, my shell and rock collections, and odd vases and random stuff. We were honest and we shared with everyone cos you just did back then. It was how a community and whanau survived. There was no 'mine' and me or I. It was 'ours' and we and us! <br></p><p dir="ltr">We lived in an original tiny home. Nothing was wasted. The gardens fed us. Grandad went fishing. He did cabinet making and fitted out our local marae. He sharpened everyones mowers and farm implements in his mega garage he built. In return, the locals would pay him with fish, half a side of beef or lamb (our kitchen would become a butchery). We had chickens for eggs and occasionally a roast. Mama baked sponges and pavlovas and made jams and pickles to sell at the fleamarkets in town. </p><p dir="ltr">My dream would one day be that we owned our own tiny/small home in a small town in New Zealand. Before we are too old. It's stupidly expensive and a waste of life to buy huge homes we spend our entire lives paying off. Most of us can't do it and tiny homes make sense to me anyway. <br></p>
<p dir="ltr">Our house with my mum in Auckland city was brand new. We had a black vinyl lounge suite I would give my teeth for and the wallpaper! Gold and black in the kitchen (my fave). Blue and yellow giant peacock feather patterned in the bathroom to match our yellow bath even! It was the shizz. I decorated my own room with posters of my music heroes. My mum was out there and it was pretty awesome. She did the best she could and I'm thankful for both my mum and my grandmothers influence.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Later in life, when I studied Visual Art at Whitireia Polytech in Porirua, I couldn't stay out of the textile and jewellery classes. I was a certificate student and drove the degree students and tutors nuts. Eventually I fandangled my way up into textiles but I was too out of the box. I had trouble towing the line and struggled writing my conceptual ideas before I created. It was a pain in the arse when it came to describing my ideas to my tutors. It hindered my learning. I just wanted to make stuff. I don't apologise. It takes courage to tread your own path.</p><p dir="ltr">I've since discovered that I'm an intuitive maker rather than a process oriented one. Maybe if I hadn't had so much going on in my life like 3 kids and an injury, I may have persevered and developed more discipline. There are times I sit at the sewing machine or get halfway through a project these and think "$h!t! this is why I needed to focus more back then!". I realised I couldn't play the game. I wasn't great at any one thing and I had family commitments and health issues. I knew I would have to finish my journey on my own and in my own time.<br></p>
<p dir="ltr">I've learned that I respond to things and right now my eyes are finding inspiration on Pinterest and Instagram. I'm needing a project and I have a personal need for a better look that reflects me. I have time and I feel inspired to respond to my need. And maybe inspire a few people along the way.</p>
<p dir="ltr">My wardrobe looks tired and middle-aged much like me. I live in a different climate. It's hot here. Mid-30s in summer. Our coldest winter day on the Gold Coast is like a nice summer day in Wellington. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm keen to do a bit of stitching and making. I love handmade. Natural textiles, found or thrifted objects, handmade stuff. My legacy from the women I grew from. I have always loved Zambesi and Nom_d but my wallet doesn't match. I like the idea of a capsule wardrobe. It speaks of intention and making awesome choices. It also plays well to my real need for frugality. I have tutu (mischief) fingers. I like to play and try different things.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Having a family means I have an extremely modest budget. But we have screeds of op shops here on the Gold Coast (GC). I'll have to wade through miles of polycotton and lycra and resort wear help me God. We have online garage sale pages and Gumtree you beauty.</p>
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<p dir="ltr">Welcome to my #ministryofhome</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif;">And finally, I found the following inspiration today. I love creative folk. We are so much richer for having internet access to artistic people globally. Meanwhile I'm eyeballing my cardigans because of hers and they are getting makeovers. I love cardigans. It's a nana thing!</p><p dir="ltr" style="font-family: sans-serif;">http://mywardrobetales.blogspot.com.au/?m=1<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k9oI6poN21c/V3ahuWStOJI/AAAAAAABuYQ/vBXTMSa-eqA/s1600/ABM_1467392003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="text-align: center; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-k9oI6poN21c/V3ahuWStOJI/AAAAAAABuYQ/vBXTMSa-eqA/s640/ABM_1467392003.jpg"></a></p>Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-12758988331839335582016-01-03T17:07:00.001-08:002016-01-03T17:07:14.838-08:00Creating A Simple, Kind and Gentle Daily Life<p dir="ltr">Being kinder to myself this year includes simplifying my daily life. It's not easy because I'm actually having to learn and action a lot of new things. Writing I love but keeping lists and a diary; and journaling daily are new.</p>
<p dir="ltr">Truth is, I am and have always struggled with the immense demands of managing a family, home and marriage. I often feel overwhelmed regularly by the relentless work involved. Making meals, cleaning, shopping, finances, caring for three sons and home upkeep, staying married and having quality friendships - that's a lot of work. First world problems I know but it's my life and these things are hard. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I'm solution oriented. I've spent so many hours reading blogs, perusing Pinterest and Instagram,  and watched lots of YouTube  videos on managing a home especially. I'm drawn particularly to minimalism themes, frugality and self sufficiency. I also love reading blogs of women who create homely atmospheres and quality time for their families. I read  books by the dozen and talked to friends all to glean ideas about raising a family and being married so I can tweak my own relationships. I have an awesome community and I'm wealthy with great people.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It's why I've determined to simplify  my life this year. I can barely handle the basics when things get too complicated so I'm starting with our daily processes. For instance, I get stressed out everyday making meals for my family. We bought a Thermomix machine (expensive but very useful investment) to make cooking healthy and frugal meals for our family simpler. I'm culling and reorganizing the kitchen to have less stuff because I can't stand not being able to find things in the pantry. We're doing a 7 day meal plan. Same meals = same ingredients = simpler grocery shopping = saving money. Plus I'll just have a few meals to concentrate on, and my confidence and skills will increase. 44 and I'm still learning to cook. Sigh. </p>
<p dir="ltr">My inner dialogue about this kind of stuff is very critical. "Useless mum can't  cook", "useless wife making her working husband cook at the end of his long hard days" etc. Richard actually loves cooking and my boys never complain. I want to champion these areas for myself. This is my gift to myself so I can rewrite my scripts and know that I can cook. I've taught myself simple ways to keep my home clean and tidy. I have only a few things to deal with and I can do it. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Simple, Kind and Gentle are my guiding words. I have to slow myself down and focus on one small project at a time. Live one day, one moment at a time. In a world that is fast paced it's almost anti-cultural what I'm doing but it makes the most sense to me. Focus on the basics. Only do what's important and meaningful and adds joy to my family.</p>
<p dir="ltr">For years I've focused  outwards to the needs of others but right now in this season, I'm giving myself permission to slow down, rest and resolve my own issues first so I can be more present for my loved ones and be happy within myself. xo</p>
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Another year almost done. I'm reflecting on the year gone and the fresh one ahead. On my mind are the areas I want to build on personally. I don't go in for huge changes but rather daily tweak the things that are important to me as we roll through the different seasons of life. Keeping our home lovely and functional, managing our family and working on my cooking skills. With three sons and a hard working husband, it's all about the food around here. <br />
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Without a doubt, my number one priority is still and always has been my family. It's my biggest life project. Our home and the people who dwell within these walls are centre stage in my life. Ministry of Home was born out of this several years ago after I had spent time seeking God's purpose for my life through prayer. It's not just a clever little hash tag, it's my calling.<br />
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I also have personal goals for next year which includes WRITE MORE and BE HAPPY. Today I'm testing the blogger app to see how it fairs. <br />
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It's been a big year. I'm thankful that the whole family crossed the finishing line again together. I'm more passionate about home and family than ever especially a short stint in paid employment. <br />
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For now though, I'm focused on resting and enjoying time with our kids and my husband over the Christmas period with our family and community. It's a bit of an effort to not start new projects or start overthinking next year. <br />
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I've been doing a bit of crafting because that puts my head in a happy space. Inspired by my friend Melissa, I'm stitching a few things for our Christmas tree. Check out her blog <a href="http://tinyhappy.typepad.com/tiny_happy/2512/make-your-own-hand-embroidered-ornaments-.html">Tiny Happy Hand Stitched Ornaments</a> to be inspired too.<br />
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A mum's work is never done but this mum is determined to have fun with my kids and romance my man because we've <u>worked</u> so darn hard all year long. Now it's time to let loose, chill, eat, sleep, read, play <u>games</u> and get the house ready for next year's requirements. </div>
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Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-43924226605039226332013-07-08T14:53:00.001-07:002013-07-08T14:53:46.682-07:00Piece, dye, stitch<p dir="ltr">These two pieces of cloth have been picked up and put down over the last four years. They're hand pieced from small fragments of old cotton and silk pieces of kimono from Asia Gallery in Wellington. Dyed with a combination of maple and eucalyptus leaves, onion skins and steel. Then more surface stitching. And once they are finally resolved, they'll hang like paintings on wall or across a chair or bed.</p>
<p dir="ltr">These complex cloths tend to travel with me, offering me still quiet moments to contemplate my life. Sometimes my concerns lead me to pray for my family and friends. Other times its just the opportunity to calm myself because life and.my brain are busy. Or to occupy myself while waiting in a doctors surgery or at the train station. </p><p dir="ltr">I am constantly running my hand across the surface. They are lovely to touch and a bit like a blankie as they cover my lap when I'm working on them. And the earthy organic smell of the dyepot lingers. There is no rhyme or reason. They just make sense to me. x<br>
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It's extremely hot here in summer. Some days we hit the high 30s. It's also quite chilly in winter in comparison. We are still trying to align ourselves with our new climate having spent almost a whole year here.<br />
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Many of the new homes in Queensland have tiled floors throughout which are cool in summer but cold in winter. I wanted some beautiful rugs underfoot. The cost of lovely handmade ones was beyond us, secondhand ones were in bad condition and I can't stand the cheap acrylic ones. I'm a natural fibres girl wherever possible.</div>
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Luckily for me I was invited to a craft group who were making rag rugs. Thank you Varni for sharing your skills and passion.There are lots of online tutorials. Youtube was especially helpful. Learning to make yarn from t-shirts and bedsheets was awesome.<br />
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Mine are crochet and made from thrifted or gifted recycled bed sheets. I love them and loved teaching other families how to make their own beautiful bespoke rugs for next to nothing. My favourite was by my nephew Nathaniel who is only ten years old. Give it a go! Fill your home with beautiful things you make or find. <br />
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Here's a couple of useful link to get you started ... <a href="http://www.sugarbeecrafts.com/2010/02/rag-rug-tutorial.html">http://www.sugarbeecrafts.com/2010/02/rag-rug-tutorial.html</a> and http://youtu.be/CRqsG1YqWVU but there's lots of links so look around. You can braid, knit or even hook a rug. Keen to try that. Have fun. x<br />
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Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-50340030042513816832013-06-17T07:43:00.001-07:002013-06-17T07:43:40.497-07:00Holes<p dir="ltr">I lost my handmade silk dress this weekend. Easily a hundred hours or more patching and stitching her surface. I carry my work with me everywhere and while doing a photoshoot put my bag down on a table at a local community event. Someone picked it up. My silk bag holding my silk dress, the last of my silk thread and my needle case holding my favorite hand sewing needles. I don't hate but I really miss my work. And now there is a wee hole in me. Because I loved that piece of cloth and had almost resolved the work I was doing. I cannot remake those autumnal leaf markings nor the memories it holds. Time however to let her go with the only image I captured. x</p>
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<p dir="ltr">My skin sister India. A new tribe. Magic cloth. Royal feast. Liquid black gold from Jindaloo. Stitching hands. Autumn leaves. Iron river stones. A fragment of 'my Australia'. Peace. X</p>
<p dir="ltr">Click <a href="http://prophet-of-bloom.blogspot.com.au/?m=1">HERE</a> for India's <a href="http://prophet-of-bloom.blogspot.com.au/?m=1">website</a></p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>(</i><i>Follow</i><i> </i><i>me</i><i> </i><i>on</i><i> </i><i>Instagram</i>.<i> #</i><i>ahiparagirl</i><i> </i><i>to</i><i> </i><i>find</i><i> </i><i>me</i><i>.)</i></p>
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I've run a couple of workshops, taught myself how to make rag rugs, attended a craft group and slowly am building a circle of artistic and creative friends here in Australia. </p>
<p dir="ltr">I've also started a small craft group and craft ups on the Gold Coast and have been approached by the local community centre to run a group. I've yet to figure out the logistics for this including how to make it pay for itself and whether I want to run a community group or create paid work for myself. In the meantime, I continue to love making for the sake of making itself. </p>
<p dir="ltr">Today I started to make dreamcatchers using things I already had. Our youngest son claimed the first one for himself. It was the opportunity to remind him to pray and ask God for good sleep. There is no power in feathers and mummy's makes. I love children's prayers. Their faith is so uncomplicated. Unlike this first attempt at a dreamcatcher which surprisingly took me hours to figure out. I'm happy with it and more importantly, my boy reckons its awesome. x </p>
<p dir="ltr"><i>(Photos </i><i>via</i><i> </i><i>Instagram</i><i>. Trialling </i><i>Andrio</i><i>d</i><i> </i><i>blogger</i><i> </i><i>app</i><i>.)</i></p>
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Our newly formed Hillsong creative ministry simply dubbed 'The Artist' had its first assignment this week. For the next two weeks, we have artists and makers in residence. In conjunction with the release of the new album 'The Chapel', our brief is to create works around The Chapel, the building which is based in Sydney and intimacy with God, as well as the album itself. </div>
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With one hour to create a concept, one day to prepare and one service to complete the task, we were up for the challenge. I formed a project loosely based around stained glass windows and pews, and church being 'home'. Yes I'll admit it was a stretch but with such a short period to form a work, something speedy was called for. I have a collection of thrifted, hand knit blankets that I've accrued in the last two months I've lived in Australia from various op shops. We also scored a couch (modern day pew) from the youth ministry with a goal to create a warm place for people to sit within our 'chapel'. Other artists are also working on a variety of projects they have formed too. Its going to be a great two weeks at Hillsong Brisbane campus. I'm so excited. x<br />
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We had lots of fun and got stuck in with great gusto. One of our youth girls stopped by, threaded up and did her first hand sewing. I love projects that involve lots of people both as spectators and participants. I firmly believe that art should be made as accessible as possible. My time at art school and working in an art gallery put me off the pretentiousness and exclusivity that can exist in some circles. Making purely for the love of making, to share skills and to encourage is how I roll.<br />
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Our team had a great time as we worked like the clappers to finish within an hour. The process was as awesome as the outcome. It was a great team building event and I loved seeing all our different ideas come together to create a cohesive conclusion. It was fun explaining to people milling around what we were doing and encouraging others who identified as creatives, to come check out our ministry. I loved working with our team. Thanks Annie, Sabina, Nicola and Jess for a great experience.<br />
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I love The Artist ministry. That there is a regular, ongoing place for visual expression within the modern day church. For artists, makers, writers (poets, novelists, bloggers), photographers, graphic designers and the like. Always, church is about loving God and loving people. As someone who loves to create and make, I welcome the opportunity to encourage others in their unique capacities. I also rise to the challenge of creating an awesome atmosphere wherever I go, one that is positive and uplifting. Its so important that God's love is shared in ways that are relevant across the many spheres of society, and for me particularly to young people and their families. But really, just to anyone who is open and hungry, and passionate about life. x<br />
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We arrived in Australia five weeks ago and are currently living in Brisbane with my parents and grandparents. Including my three sons and my husband, that's four generations. The weather is all that its reknowned to be with only one rainy day since we've been here. The heat is overwhelming and they say that with summer coming, we may struggle somewhat. I am used to overcast skies, cooler climes and more wind and rain. The other day the boys wound down their car windows as we hurtled along the highway because 'we miss the wind'. With the temps already mid 20C in Spring, I heartily agree.<br />
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My thrifted basket with some cotton yarn, a great read by an Australian author, my bible, journal and phone. I read <a href="http://lovelysweetwilliam.blogspot.com.au/">Paula's post </a>this week and she said that until she had her home, she had felt like a snail carrying her home around on her back. I understand that concept. Paula migrated to Melbourne via London from South Africa. She is also<a href="http://househandmade.blogspot.com.au/"> my dear friend Shells</a> sister and the other half of their online business <a href="http://downthatlittlelane.com.au/sellers/sweet-william">Lovely Sweet William</a>. </div>
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I'm also enjoying <a href="http://www.penguin.com.au/products/9780670075928/down-earth">Rhonda's book 'Down to Earth</a>'. Go here to find her<a href="http://down---to---earth.blogspot.com.au/"> 'Down to Earth' blog.</a> In a highly consumerist society (try a mega mall every few blocks!), its refreshing to read about the joy of simpler things in life. Of course its nigh near impossible to be all things to all people and I'm certainly no purist but if one finds just a few simple principles that help us look after our planet and one another better, even ourselves, well that can only be a good thing. </div>
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Everything as a result is more lush here. The trees have the biggest seed pods which my son and I love collecting. The bird life is prolific and I found a nest on my way to the train station one morning.<br />
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I realise that though I am ok about using my life to help others, I also require private moments and space where I can collect myself and my family. I am constantly reminded that life is not a sprint, its a marathon, and we must be wise where we spend ourselves if we are to live intentionally and purposefully. These jaunts to the sea have been lifesavers especially now that we are living in a communal manner.</div>
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Self-care, its something I'm passionate about. We become so accustomed to taking care of others but I'm only too aware that we can only give out what is inside us. If I'm full, I'm able to be about others easily. Its why I craft. Its why I spend time with great friends (speaking in faith for new friends to come) and its why I love quiet days in my own head space just reading my bible, catching up on sleep, journalling, pootling around op shops and walking along a shore. </div>
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And I have to admit, I probably more than the rest of my family am feeling more isolated and disoriented than I have in a very long time. The fact there are so few seaside suburbs and everything is so far away from everything (Brisbane is huge and goes on forever), the fact that I am used to being able to access my friends and my artistic creative community, and now I can't, it presents me with new challenges.</div>
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And then there is my grandmother. I love praying with Mama and talking with her. She's old and crotchety but every now and then the woman that I knew, the one who taught me the value of making and being creative with everyday things, of being tough and not wimping out just cos it hurt or someone didn't like me, the one who was so magically powerful and insightful when I was a young girl, well she makes an appearance. My youngest son plays with the dogs at her feet and I'm blown away with when I realise that she shaped me like I am shaping my son. </div>
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You see, I collected shells and pinecones when I was a kid. And she had my grandad build a special garden space where I could put my found treasures. She's camera shy (in a grumpy kind of way, lol) and so I have no photo of her but I am thankful for this opportunity to spend these days, months and perhaps years with her, while my children adore their grandmother (my mum) in a similar kind of way. Its synchronicity that I believe has God's fingerprints all over it. x</div>
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There's only a week and a half before we leave New Zealand for Australia. I will be a foreigner but I really have no time thankfully to stop and mull that one over. I've been sifting and sorting my little heart out here, trying to prepare and its like swimming in soup. Lots of effort, with small increments of progress. Still, we are about to leave our home and stay with friends for the final week. In just the shortest of times, it will all be done.<br />
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One thing that was a pleasant surprise was tracking through my old photos and finding a few of our early photos including a few dating ones, wedding snaps and our first son.<br />
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There's not many photos of our early days because a camera was a luxury as was having a film developed. Seventeen years we've been married this year. He's still my best friend and a great dad. This move we are making is for our children but our family is built on an abiding love for one another and for God.<br />
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I believe in marriage just like I believe in the goodness of people. Is it easy? No but nothing really is, is it. We can only do our best and the rest is up to God. If I can encourage anyone ever, its just to keep putting your best foot forward. Even with the best intentions and plans, things don't always work out. And sometimes from tragedy, joy and triumph are birthed. We never truly know how strong we are. But I am always up for a miracle and can truly marvel at how great the plans of God are for each of us. He really does love us, each one. I am so grateful for this life of mine. x<br />
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<br />Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-22514667076200928072012-07-14T17:44:00.001-07:002012-07-14T17:54:48.244-07:00Brisbane bound ...<div style="text-align: justify;">
We are headed to Australia to establish a new lifestyle and adventures for our family. New Zealand is our beautiful homeland, our whenua. We shall be back but for now educating our sons and work opportunities beckon. My family of origin are all there so we have lots of support and there will be lots of gatherings as we visit lots of friends and family who have already made the move.</div>
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Last week, my friend Maxine turned up with a gift. The coolest jandals I've ever seen. At the time we were thinking about emigrating but weren't quite sure. Somehow those jandals tipped the balance for me. The idea of living in a warm place, warm enough for skirts and jandals. Then my mother emails and says she has got me a position in FIVE op shops. Hmmm, that surely is a sign from heaven. God is speaking my language.<br />
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Of course there are deeper reasons for moving. Jandals and op shops aside, our eldest son will have a better education and Rich has better job opportunities. We cannot get that here. Change is good. Family is our priority and giving our kids the best chance they have in life. There's great churches, a multitude of them that we are excited to visit and find a spiritual home with.<br />
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It will be great to live closer to my parents, my grandmother, and my brothers and their families. We are all about whanau and the idea of having them all nearby is mind blowing. For almost 17 years we've done it ourselves and it will be nice to have a cuppa with my grandmother or go out with my parents for dinner. To see the kids playing with their cousins and to celebrate birthdays and Christmas together. My mum is so excited she's about fit to burst. </div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">They say that moving house is one of the most stressful things one can do and emigrating takes it to a whole new level. We are no exception to the rule. Packing down the house has become a major mission as we are due to leave soon. Meanwhile lots of friends have jumped on board to lend a hand. I love the community we are a part of here. Family, friends and church community fill our lives. Interest groups and community organisations I've formed that will go on without us ... all entwined in our narratives. I am looking forward to the next chapter of creativity, spiritual growth and family stories. I can't wait to get started establishing communities and groups. Its what I do and love. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">The next few weeks will be taking care of details, packing, sorting, visiting and saying goodbye to the plethora of people in our lives in this country. </span><span style="background-color: white;">In the meantime, because my home is in upheaval and I'm surrounded by boxes, I've enjoyed this blog </span><a href="http://househandmade.blogspot.co.nz/">House Handmade</a><span style="background-color: white;"> written by my friend Shells who immigrated here from South Africa. Her family have just finished building their home. There's lots of lovely eye candy and it keeps me dreaming about the home we can establish in a new country. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white;">I've been filling my senses with images I've collected on </span><a href="http://pinterest.com/ahiparagirl/">my Pinterest</a><span style="background-color: white;">, chiefly my pinboard </span><a href="http://pinterest.com/ahiparagirl/vintage-home/">'my vintage home' </a><span style="background-color: white;">board and cruising Ebay Australia a bit excited. Australia is a very old country compared to New Zealand, and I love old things. I know right! Op shops. Ebay. Garage Sales. New 'old' stuff. And checking out all the handmade movement there. Right. Back to packing. :)</span></div>
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<br />Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-31381988910425657802012-07-06T20:05:00.000-07:002012-07-06T20:17:19.603-07:00Precious things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background-color: white; text-align: left;">I have news. We are moving. Its been a very big week to say the least. We've been a part of this community and lived in this home for the better part of eight years. I have for the longest time dreamed of a larger home, with room for the boys and their friends, a craft space for me and bigger living areas for entertaining purposes. </span></div>
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We have a lot of stuff. Its all my fault. My boys own things like guitars, computers, playstations and scooters. I, on the other hand, am a collector. A gatherer of things vintage. My favourite thing is looking for treasures. So as I scanned my home and inwardly groaned at the idea of emptying the house, plus a very full large garage of all that vintage stuff, plus all my art and craft supplies gleaned over the past SIXTEEN years, to say I was overwhelmed is an understatement. </div>
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However, once we decided where we were going, it became simpler. Sort of. So I have decided to let go of lots of things but keep the absolute treasures I cannot live without. The glass statue my mother gave me, my sister-in-laws hiapo painting, Dagmar's print, my art deco teapot, my favourite coffee pot, some of my silver spoons, my retro coffee mugs and the Italian cut glass mirror also from my mum. My art books and some of my sewing supplies. The antique Japanese sewing box my husband gave me one year for my birthday. A couple of my stitch works and my crochet granny blankets. A hatbox and the glass sugar bowl that winds up and plays music also from my mum. A special quilt my mum gave my son for his first birthday. My Agee jars and a crate of milk bottles. The cushion cover and bunting that my friend Betty-Ann gave me. Some of my vintage prints. My blue typewriter. My camera. My knitting needles and yarn. </div>
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We are off on a new adventure. The destination is a secret a while longer as we hold it in prayer but its going to be awesome and we are more than ready. I am prayerful that this will bless our family. Our time in this place is up and we are grateful for the many memories we have had here. For the lessons learned, the consolidation of our marriage, our unity, our learning as a family. For the friends we have made and community that rose up around us and loved us. </div>
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Titahi Bay has been an awesome place to live. I highly recommend it. The people are warm and friendly. Its a great place to raise kids (though I would suggest to look further afield for high school options). It feels like being on holiday with the ocean mere minutes away, golden sand, swimming in summer and great photos to be had at any time. </div>
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The photos below are symbolic of the kind of haul I would often return with from my thrifting adventures. I am looking forward to new adventures, to new 'old' things and my little artistic self is having a little jump for joy as I anticipate setting up a new home and viewing our new location through the lens of my camera and this blog. </div>
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<br />Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-18081903757264143592012-07-05T13:14:00.000-07:002012-07-07T13:51:56.320-07:00peanut butter cookiesHello. Its the school holidays here and I have discovered the best peanut butter cookie recipe ever! Its so easy and delicious and fast. I used <a href="http://www.kidspot.co.nz/recipes-for+3406+20+Cakes-&-Baking+3-ingredient-biscuits.htm">this recipe here</a>. Its the easiest thing.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Soooooooo goooood. I had a couple of large family sized jars of peanut butter in the pantry that the kids weren't really eating. You could sandwhich them together with chocolate spread like Nutella if you have it but they are just as good plain. In the next few batches I made (because they really are that good and simple), I threw in some cranberries and chocolate chips. I made a triple batch of cookies and added a cup each of cranberries and chocolate chips. It says to use castor sugar but I didn't have much of it, so I chucked in ordinary sugar and brown sugar too. These are just as cookies should be, crispy on the outside and chewy in the centre. </span><br />
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It did get me thinking about how kids at every single school, kindy etc has peanut butter allergies these days. How come they didn't exist in our day when we were growing up? I don't want anyone harmed but we love peanut butter and nutella and it really limits what I can give the kids for lunch some days. That's why the darn stuff is all up in my pantry still. I wonder if Indian kids get peanut allergies as I've heard from a very young age, they are given mashed up peanuts in everything. Meanwhile, you must try these cookies as long as you don't have an allergy to peanuts. Not gluten, no wheat, no dairy. Easy as.<br />
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<br /></div>Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-79984510979437543482012-06-10T19:43:00.000-07:002012-06-10T22:43:09.400-07:00Green<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I love this little green and gold tray. Its made in Italy and is papier mache apparently. My friend uses it to store her spices on and found it at a garage sale or something. I have lots of lovely things but it doesn't stop me wanting more lovely things like this little tray. </div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">I like going to her house to stitch and sit in her tidy child-free space and talk about all sorts of interesting things. She's a policy analyst and has an intelligent mind.</span><span style="text-align: left;">I enjoy these visits a lot. She is also a fervent knitter and so together we enjoy our handmade past times and weave tales about this and that.</span><br />
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<span style="text-align: left;">Overall, it was still a very good week. I got several thank you cards in the mail, including a wee package from dear friend Melissa, who also sent me this lovely embroidered needlebook. I had admired just this one last week at Te Papa. It now lives in my sewing tin and I get lots of comments. Mostly, what is a needle book for? Check out her </span><a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/tinyhappy" style="text-align: left;">shop</a><span style="text-align: left;">, she has a few good things listed there. All the best too Melissa on your new journey. x</span>
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I've had a quiet week, taking care of the basics, stitching and feeling a bit muddled. I am really good when I have things to be about, but after an eventful few weeks, I think I crashed a little. Not overthinking it though, I just quietened my life down and only did the essentials. Self-care after all these years is still really important. Knowing when to push forward and when to fall back and gather my senses again. </div>
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Thank God I no longer battle with depression but mood swings can still catch me out. My family are undemanding and my husband supportive at whatever place I find myself at. Its rare to find people who can admit they are weak sometimes, frail, vulnerable. Society applauds our successes but frowns on mistakes, flaws and yes, I'll say it again, weakness. </div>
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I have no choice, when I'm low, that's what it is. I enjoy the freedom to be real and truthful about it. Amazing how much more relate-able we are when we drop our defenses and pretenses. It allows others to be themselves too. And when life is good, it is very good for me. Has anyone else noticed that creative people soar and drop like seagulls? Some of my favourite heroes in the bible did the same. David, Elijah and yes, Jesus wept, raged and often had to leave the crowds to get some peace and quiet, pray and gather his thoughts.</div>
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I was invited to create a meaningful design for a special lad's first birthday. My friend Amanda is a chef, she bakes wonderful artistic cakes and it was a real privilege to design something for her and little Mika, who I've yet to meet. It was his first birthday, and his first year as a premature baby has seen him overcome some major obstacles in life. </div>
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The leatherback turtle is the largest turtle in the world and lives mostly in the Pacific Ocean. Though small at birth, it grows up to 7 feet long/wide and weighs on average 900 kgs. Its the fourth largest reptilian in the world, there are three crocodilian before it. They must overcome huge obstacles, predators and conditions when they are young and it takes a long time for them to reach maturity. Once they have reached maturity, there are few predators that can overcome them. Their bodies, unlike other turtles, are able to self-modify to the temperature changes in the different areas of the world. This allows them to travel great distances. And travel they do. They also dive the deepest distances, 1280ft and for up to 85 minutes. They love to eat jellyfish and cephlapods. The females will always return to their place of birth but the males will spend their lives at sea.<br />
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The turtle, starts small and has to overcome many difficulties. It is a humble creature having none of the defences of others of its scale like sharks and crocodiles. Instead it lives its life travelling throughout the many oceans of the world having the capacity to adapt itself to the extreme temperatures. It is listed as an endangered animal. The turtle is a symbol throughout the world for long life (longevity), support, wisdom and peace. </div>
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The lotus grows in difficult circumstances, deep in the ground, buried in mud and away from the sun, but eventually the lotus reaches the light and becomes the worlds most beautiful bloom. It remains untouched from the mud where it originated and is a symbol of purity. Likewise man is also challenged to overcome that which surrounds him to become light and beauty in the world. To bring forth in himself that which is good, true and right. To be a light for those around him. A source of beauty, inspiration and hope. The lotus flower reminds us of the miracle of life, that good things can come from struggle and that man is not just the sum of where he comes from but also what he carries for the future. A lotus is more than a plant in the mud, with time and light and struggle, it reveals itself to the world in all its wonder, and those who see it are awed and reminded of the beauty that is within them too. </div>
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God bless you Mika and your family. I pray that like the turtle you will grow stronger and become a man who impacts the world, like the turtle, with your gentle presence. Like the Lotus, may your current struggles and difficulties be the story behind you, may these challenges strengthen you, and may your life be a light and hope to all those who will know you throughout your life.</div>
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I'm always intrigued by people's processes. My friend Nina's work table is always compelling, check out a work in progress <a href="http://ornamental.typepad.com/ornamental/2012/03/jumble.html">HERE </a>and her amazing blog <a href="http://ornamental.typepad.com/">ORNAMENTAL</a> here. She makes beautiful narrative jewellery. In fact it was Nina that kick started my more intentional making several years ago when I stumbled across her work in a book and made contact with her online. We've been corresponding for several year now and I'm still inspired by her 'eye', her magpie collections of interesting things (we are all gatherers folk like us), her poetic writing and her ability to take the everyday things around us and weave a beautiful tale. </div>
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I'd always fiddle faddled around with stuff but her work brought into focus this idea of creating visual narratives. Layers of meaning using various materials. I am still playing about with bits and pieces to this day and was pleasantly surprised at the recent Handmade symposium to find that other people found it interesting as well. But then why should that surprise me? A good story is always welcome isn't it? </div>
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I'm taking a few days R&R. We have just entered into winter here and that has always effected my moods. With the help of many people, we have been accomplishing a lot in the past month. I'm trying to be wise, to balance family life and everything else that's happening around me. I have enjoyed sitting here quietly stitching some little pieces inspired by a couple of postcards I picked up at Te Papa Museum on the weekend. </div>
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I find that playing around and mulling through things is really helpful. I listen to audio books and am really enjoying <a href="http://messengerinternational.org/austore/downloads/downloads-by-lisa/lioness-arising-curriculum-audio-download">Lisa Bevere's Lioness series</a> having heard her speak recently in Wellington (some free ones <a href="http://messengerinternational.org/downloads/">HERE</a>). I enjoy TED Talks too and <a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/jill_bolte_taylor_s_powerful_stroke_of_insight.html">Jill Bolte's talk </a> was really inspiring. A female scientist for a start is fascinating alone. Lots of interesting people with different ways of looking at things. I hope I never stop learning. And I've always loved books but don't have the time to sit and read like I used to. Thank goodness for podcasts and downloadables. </div>
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I've always got a small project on me to add a few more stitches too. These are more light hearted things, restorative things. A few days to sit and mull and pray are exactly what this girl needs.</div>
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My heart is heavy. I know God hates His children fighting and frankly, I feel that in this case, we were bullied into submission again. A case of 'sit down Maori boy and know your place'. How could a few Maori fight the police and the legal system? It was stacked and lots of information was withheld, creating even more public confusion and feeding the fear and racism that is alive and kicking in certain sectors of our society.</div>
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I'm all good. My Nan told me my skin, my round face, my flat nose and big lips, and the blood running through my veins qualify me. I wish you knew her. She was so strong. I remember as a little girl, she would head from house to house in our small settlement recruiting for Mana Motuhake party. She was a physical woman too, one of my favourite memories is her nailing down the down the roof on our little house in a gale storm. Come on! And I'm her mokopuna, she raised me and my brothers. There was no way I was ever gonna be a quiet woman. Nina Simone's song is a solid favourite of mine cos it reminds us all we all got something to be grateful for. </div>
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I sidestep politics simply because I know that its a waste of time expecting a small group of people (politicians) to bring solutions to the masses. They only get 4-12 years to make a difference, we have our whole lives. </div>
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I believe the masses, that's us, need to find our own solutions. Forming friendships, communities that are outward looking, caring for one another and resourcing one another with what we already have. Simpler lifestyles, recycling things we no longer use to other folk, things like furniture and clothing, making stuff, sharing, swapping, and visiting the shops less. Being resourceful and yes, going without. My husband and I have not bought any new clothes for ourselves for the longest time. We live on a single income and its a squeeze but it means there's a parent at home for the kids. Its a simple way of life we live, not easy and sometimes it gets tight, but its our way of taking care of our family within our means. I appreciate everyone has to find what works for them too. That's the beauty of having freedom to make one's own choices.</div>
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Don't get me wrong, we love luxuries like op shopping, a good coffee and every couple of years we enjoy staying in a hotel. Due to the distances we travel, we use two cars but our kids walk to and from school when the weather allows, and for my eldest, that's over an hours walk. And inexpensive housing, there's people working on affordable solutions who I salute. I love Habitat for Humanity, they are an incredible solution.</div>
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Check out all these monkeys you've made!!! Check out our Facebook page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Great-Sock-Monkey-Challenge/232311836875234">HERE </a>and see photos of all the different kinds of monkeys that have been created by so many people and most rewardingly, see some of the kids who've received them. x</div>
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<span style="text-align: left;">Olivia and Elijah took the first batch of sock monkeys to Starship Hospital in Auckland last week. FIFTY monkeys for fifty kids in hospital. Well done everyone. They were absolutely gorgeous, all with different personalities and quirks, just like sock monkeys should and all razzled up in just three weeks.</span><br />
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Our page on Facebook <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Great-Sock-Monkey-Challenge/232311836875234?ref=tn_tnmn#">'The Great Sock Monkey Challenge'</a> has 300 followers already in its first month. We were interviewed by a lovely reporter from the Dominion Post (you can read it <a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/dominion-post/capital-life/7003139/Socks-for-sick-kids-programme-about-love?comment_msg=posted#comments">HERE</a>) so hope that continues to inspire makers and newbies to join us in our quest to get 1000 monkeys out children who have a critical of long term illness. The photos of the kids with their monkeys have started rolling in on our page and its just wonderful. Cancer sucks. Sick kids break my heart and stints in hospital with my boys over the years for minor things (by comparison), I want to respond with something positive.<br />
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<span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;">A restful day yesterday after a hectic couple of weeks. Rich and I were child free and decided to go on a date. We headed to Trash Palace, our local recycling centre here in Porirua. I had exactly $20 and challenged myself to find some goodies. Here's what I found plus a few industrial storage containers I found a couple of weeks ago. Check it out. x</span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I found this skirt yesterday and the bag a couple of weeks ago. The bag cost me $3. I was so happy because I've been after a big bag for a while. Its a bit trendy for me but I like that its red and recycled. I usually like more earthy styles.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Chuffed with my new skirt found in the clothing bins. Its worth digging around in them, just kick the darn thing first so you don't get a fright if there's a rat in there! I saw one once, it was huge one, obviously one of the dump rats. Gah.</td></tr>
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I like seeing what other people find when they are op shopping. What have you found lately? xAhipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-40139332956674643532012-06-04T02:48:00.001-07:002012-06-04T03:08:35.653-07:00Handmade 2012<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<a href="http://www.handmade2012.co.nz/">Handmade 2012</a>, what a steep but enjoyable learning curve for me. My first time as a tutor and my second time attending. I was too busy to attend any classes and next year I shall endeavour to go hear some of the guru's that attended. I love Rosemary McCloud's textiles and wish that I had been able to attend her lectures. There were a few New Zealand interior and fashion designers, as well as master chefs and makers. I think if you are a seasoned maker, those intensives are well worth attending. You get to sit and glean from people who have spent years in their field, to gain from their wealth of knowledge and experience.</div>
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I loved seeing friends I've made over the past several years, both online and now in person. As I get older, quality friendships become even more valuable. People I've known for years. Friends like Betty-Ann who continues to be my cheerleader. She prompted me, encouraged me and cajoled me into getting my application as a tutor in last year. She constantly offered her help and support, her kind words fuelling my belief in myself because until we do it, we don't always know we can. And she buys me food and coffees. </div>
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Friends like that are precious. Last year I sat in Melissa's class awed to finally meet someone I had admired for years via her famous blog, <a href="http://tinyhappy.typepad.com/">Tiny Happy</a>. Now she is a good friend and we are involved in a small community project together. Tash is a young business woman. She owns the successful specialty yarn store in Petone, <a href="http://hollandroadyarn.co.nz/">Holland Road Yarn Company</a> and runs a great knit lounge at Handmade symposium. Tash is supporting <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Great-Sock-Monkey-Challenge/232311836875234">The Great Sock Monkey Challenge</a> (link to Facebook page), another project that I am proud to be a part of and its great to be part of her journey. Both women good hearts and are passionate about what they do. </div>
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My classes were awesome. I felt so privileged that people valued my personal way of working with textiles. I enjoyed encouraging others to value their own stories, to explore and develop ways of working that are meaningful and important to them. I especially enjoyed hearing their own takes on their motifs and even peering into their beautiful sewing boxes and stashes. I must've been particularly blessed with students. They kept returning throughout the weekend to show me their completed works and to tell me how good it had felt to be in my class.</div>
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Saturday morning I prayed that every person that attended my class would not only gain a few new skills but more importantly would leave feeling better about themselves than when they came in. I believe that people are the experts in their own lives and this includes their capacity to create and express themselves. I know that with enough encouragement and a bit of guidance, with lots of practice and mistakes, we eventually will find our own voice as a maker. Eventually people do want to do their own work but we all start by copying others. As our confidence and knowledge grows, so does our work.</div>
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Ok, so maybe this is only for me. But the one thing I kept telling myself was to just be myself. To keep it real and keep it about the students. I enjoyed handing out lollipops to women 40+ and opening the button tins and telling them to dig in with abandon. I loved seeing people get the same materials and turn them into completely unique little works of handmade joy. I loved seeing women who no doubt have very full lives sit down and play for a couple of hours with fabric, buttons, ideas and stitching. I couldn't give away enough stuff. My whole focus was on giving as a teacher.<br />
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By no means am I a strong artist. I can't paint to save myself and my own sewing machine baffles me constantly. What I do know is that my classes are not about art or craft, they are about people. About people knowing they are important and valued, that their lives have meaning and giving them the opportunity to celebrate their victories and honour the people who got them to where they are. A chance to develop their narratives and write new chapters by standing on the strength of their stories. To explore what is important to them and guide them through a small process to express that through cloth and stitch. I am so proud of my students. I am chuffed and believed I delivered what I set out to do. And as a first time tutor that is a pretty good outcome. </div>
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Here are just a few pictures of Handmade 2012 from my bat phone. Sorry they are not great quality and Google+ editing suite leaves a lot to be desired. And I apologise that I only managed to get photos of two of my four classes. To all those who came to my classes, a heartfelt thanks from me to you. To the organisers who did a smashing job, well done, I can't wait for next years one. And to those of you who thought about it this year, make sure you come next year. We're all normal people who put our underpants on one leg at a time too. ;)</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 2 We had Maori Television filming in class. It was exciting and intense at the same time. It was all about Hinetekawa (the young girl at the front) and I working together to help her create a taonga. She learned to thread a needle and sew her first project. I was so proud of her and hearing her speak Te Reo Maori warmed my heart. Its really hard work filming. We had to go over things again and again making it look natural every time. And the crew were awesome. The other class members were great sports. They are seated behind Terina, Hinetekawa's mum. Some travelled from around the country to be here today. My heart was happy to have the Maori crew there. What a privilege for us all. </td></tr>
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What great women in all my classes. As it was my first time teaching at this capacity, I wasn't sure how people would find my way of teaching. Luckily most of these ladies were familiar with stitching and they really only needed permission to play and they were away. One lady came especially to do this class. I was humbled by every person who came. I saw beautiful heirlooms, one lady had her grandmothers wooden sewing box, another had a little notebook full of beautiful typography. Everyone had a story. Everyone had something close to their heart they wanted to express. Creating a small wearable that was meaningful, swapping tales, lollipops and buttons. It was really special for me to see the way they took on what I shared and incorporated it into their works. x</td></tr>
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I have some community projects coming up and life has taken a turn this year as I turn my focus more outwards than ever. I realised a couple of months ago that I wanted to spend my life encouraging and building people, not working 9-5 building a career. My dear husband agreed and together we have decided to continue on one income at a time when many women start to rejoin the workforce and contribute to their family income. For us both, our heart is for others, especially those who struggle in life. I look forward to sharing more adventures here with you all as things take shape. I am always thankful for my family's support behind me, my faith and the people who surround me, cheering me on.<br />
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xxxAhipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-46110508424309293772012-06-03T17:52:00.001-07:002012-06-03T17:52:42.393-07:00Queen Elizabeth IIHappy Birthday Queen Elizabeth. I love the way you know who you are. I love that you are a strong female leader who has given her life to the service of others. Politics aside, you are a great mentor. It cannot be easy living your whole life so publicly. You're presence, your grace, your dignity and your strength inspire me. I hope your family spoils you rotten. You deserve it. x<div>
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Today my husband and I are child-free, thanks to a doting grandfather who has freed us of our boys. We are heading up to Trash Palace for a dig around with a princely sum of $20, a walk along the beach and a decent cup of coffee. What are you doing for this auspicious occasion. I am making cake tonight for my boys. A chocolate affair with lashings of cream, yoghurt and boysenberries. A restful way to spend the Queens Birthday after a busy weekend teaching at Handmade 2012. I shall write more on that later. Enjoy your day. x</div>Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-78931647754450203352012-05-10T14:22:00.002-07:002012-05-10T14:24:20.684-07:00The Great Sock Monkey Challenge<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MD7yv3Zt7q0/T6pqdQ7AKXI/AAAAAAAANhE/iSsf-DkqrTg/s1600/IMG_8228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><br />
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I have a friend and his name is Elijah ("E"). He is eight years old. He has had leukemia since he was three.<br />
I ran into E and his mama in hospital recently. I had the privilege to follow them around to various check ups. Its something else to witness the kinds of things kids like E have to go through. He is one of my super heros.<br />
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I had in my bag that day a sock monkey that I had finished sewing and E spied it. Of course that monkey went home with his new owner. According to Elijah's mama, that little monkey has become his constant companion and is much loved. I was moved by what I saw that day in hospital as I always am when I hear of sick kids. That I had made a big difference with something handmade flicked the light switch on in me. Its two things I love: helping people and making.<br />
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His mama, being the clever creative that she is, had started making sock monkeys for other kids in hospital too. All of this marinating led to us establishing a new project that we are excited to share with you.<br />
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Simply take a new pair of socks and some new fibre fill and create a sock monkey for a child. There are plenty of tutorials online too. We recommend this <a href="http://www.craftbits.com/project/sock-monkey">great tutorial HERE </a>at 'craftbits.com'.<br />
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If you live in Wellington, we are doing free workshops to teach people how to dissect a pair of socks and create one of these. In return you make a child (or several), a sock monkey.<br />
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Thanks to the lovely Tash at <a href="http://hollandroadyarn.co.nz/">Holland Road Yarn Company</a> for sponsoring our first workshop which will be held at her shop in Petone, 16 June from 1pm-3.30pm. Please contact the shop directly and ask to be placed on the workshop list. Basic sewing skills are useful. Numbers are limited but we will create a list and hold more workshops in the near future. Please bleave your email and phone number. Bring your girlfriends and make a day of it. Petone is full of op shops, specialty shops and great cafe's. Its an awesome day out. x<br />
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If you have a group of crafty friends and want to host a sock monkey party at your place, let us know. You need a minimum of six friends and we can come to you. (Sorry, this offer is only for Wellington and as needs demand).<br />
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Just a note. Please use new socks and new fibre fill. Children's size socks are great too and a bit quicker to sew up. You may omit buttons and embroider eyes if you would like your monkey to go to a young child. You are welcome to hand sew or machine sew your monkey. Create clothes for it or knit it some accessories. I like mine to have a bit of character and so play with different colour buttons, different kinds of thread, different socks. Make sure to stuff them well and sew those seams with smaller stitches so everything stays in place.<br />
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If you don't sew but would like to contribute, we are happy to accept donations of new socks, new fibrefill, and sewing materials like thread and buttons.
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Feel free to contact me at my email address: <span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: bold;">ahiparagirl@gmail.com</span><br />
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Drop off's in Wellington can be to: Holland Road Yarn Company, 281 Jackson Street, Petone or Lazule, 151 Cuba Street in Wellington. Let's do this!<br />
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I will be at <a href="http://www.handmade2012.co.nz/">Handmade 2012</a> teaching. You can drop your sock monkey to the knit lounge at Te Papa during the Handmade 2012 weekend next month.<br />
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You can also join our Facebook page <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-Great-Sock-Monkey-Challenge/232311836875234?ref=tn_tnmn">"The Great Sock Monkey Challenge" HERE</a> and post photos of your monkeys, and join in discussions. I'm so excited I could bust. Its great to be able to use our skills to bless others. I am happy to be part of meaningful work that makes a difference in someone else's life while getting to do something I love, which is make cool stuff.<br />
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I was crocheting my hat yesterday and gazing out the window from my room to the ocean and sky beyond when two things occurred to me. The first that I chose blue yarn and that's an odd colour for me. For over twenty years, black has dominated my wardrobe. The only exception being the odd vintage dress or cardigan. I never wear blue. The second thought that quickly followed is that its highly likely that my environment influences me more than I maybe I realise.</div>
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I recently purchased this vintage-y blue yarn from <a href="http://hollandroadyarn.co.nz/">Holland Road Yarn Company</a> in Petone. I'm often drawn to this particular blue when I'm op shopping too.</div>
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I even dreamed I painted my lounge blue, but I'm sure that was majorly influenced by Paula at <a href="http://lovelysweetwilliam.blogspot.co.nz/">Lovely Sweet William</a> and even more so by <a href="http://lovelysweetwilliam.blogspot.co.nz/2012/04/little-obsessed-with-blue.html">this particular post</a>.</div>
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So I went around the house quickly and gathered up a few blue things I owned for a mini blue photoshoot to indulge this cool coloured whim I'm currently having. I've fallen for this colour in a major way. Have a look see.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cascade 220 Heathers (Col 9452). The pattern, well there isn't one because I just make it up as I go. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was dreaming this colour in my sleep thanks to this yarn from <a href="http://hollandroadyarn.co.nz/">Tash's shop</a>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A drawer from my Japanese sewing box. A string of old glass Japanese beads and\some vintage buttons from Asia Gallery in Kilbirnie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A koha from my dear friend Lynley. Blue blood. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Crown Lynn Jug. My friend Betty-Ann gave me hers a while back and that same week I found an identical one in an op shop so I gave her that one back to her. Now we both own one that was gifted from the other. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love these old biscuit tins. You used to get them at Christmas with a selection of biscuits in them. <br />
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Nothing but nothing compares to spending time with my kids and family. I'm a total sucker for this guy and his brothers. Everything comes to a standstill for them.<br />
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Its ANZAC day here in New Zealand where we remember our fallen veterans and those who fought for our country in WWI & II. My grandfather included. I'm off to spend the day with my friends in the country with the kids. Its for these freedoms our grandfathers and uncles fought. May we never forget the cost of war, the price they paid of being separated from their families and the privileges we now enjoy. And may we spare a thought for those who still live in war torn countries. My thoughts go out to friends who are missionaries overseas, who live to ease the suffering of those in abject circumstances and who fight the great fight of evil in an unjust world. And our military who are involved in peacekeeping efforts overseas.<br />
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<br />Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-146638412348253734.post-82199030405290055032012-04-21T00:07:00.001-07:002012-04-21T00:07:56.256-07:00Feijoas: Green Gold<br />
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It feels odd my blogger name 'Ahipara Girl' because I'm now in my early 40's, no longer a girl. But Ahipara is where I lived as a kid with my grandparents for the first eight years of my life. We had a giant feijoa (pronounced 'fee-joe-ah') tree out front. Big enough for grandad to build a swing for me under it; and to be able to climb up and read books in the branches. My grandmother made feijoa ice blocks, jam, preserves, crumbles, and juice. We scoffed them and threw the empty husks at each other afterwards. Feijoa wars in our front yard.<br />
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I'm convinced I am part feijoa. They are so yummy. Sweet, a bit tart but so moreish. You eat the flesh. The best way is straight from the ground (they are ripe when they fall, you shake the branch and then duck as they fall), cut them in half (or just bite them) and then with a spoon scoop out their innards and eat. Soooo good. I think we all get a bit guts achey because we eat so many. In Wellington, they are not as abundant as the upper regions of New Zealand where its warmer. They can be huge, the size of small apples. They are also known as pineapple guavas! Who knew that? <br />
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Thank you Catherine (of <a href="http://imbadesign.blogspot.co.nz/">Imba Design</a>) for dropping off a bag to us. Precious fruit. In the writing of today's post, my nine year old has kindly finished the whole bag. He did bring me a bowl of cut fruit first, so thankfully I get to imbibe in some. I did have a friend invite us to come get some fruit from her place in Tawa, which I will have to now that Marcus has completely demolished the lot. We need to replenish our supply.<br />
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I love being a home girl. One day I will travel but for now, I'm happy in our own little corner of the world.Ahipara Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08379542516074480446noreply@blogger.com3