Category: Random thoughts
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Hello
Well this is unexpected. I was looking for E’s time of birth this morning and realised the only place I was going to find it was in here. Here, this morning, was a backup of this blog, in a xml file on a remote host. And in order to unpack it I needed to set…
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Never was much of a one for curtains
These bits of fabric go back to the time I dropped Astrid on her head but at least not down the stairs when we were living in Mt Albert. I think I might, bit by bit, return old blog posts when they are relevant to my writing. Like this one. I still haven’t finished my…
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Anknel and Burblets signing out and signing back in
Hello. If anybody is reading this who thinks I am or was ever an interior blogger I am quitting being an interiors blogger. See graphic below. If you have links to my blog on your blog I will not be remotely offended if you remove them now. In fact, I actively encourage you to do…
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Umbrella love
(1.) Kayyam by Osborne and Little (2.) Dots and Ladybirds by Lisbeth Dahl (3.) Bloomsbury walking umbrella by Fulton (4.) Cotswold Walker by Radley (5.) Orla Kieley Tulip (6.) Cath Kidston Spot Red and Navy I’ve never managed to keep an umbrella longer than a year – they’d always get lost on the tube or the bus, or left behind at…
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Four oh dreams
Well. Here it is. My fortieth birthday. I felt the sun rise in Aotearoa last night here in the UK. The girls and I danced and danced and laughed and laughed. Spinning her around, Astrid was happy as she could be. I felt the world move. It was pure love and joy. This past year…
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Following my dream
I don’t know how many old readers are still here after my three, almost four year departure from blogging after I had Edith. I’ve never actually told her birth story here have I? Things just kind of went a bit quiet really. I tried to keep things limping along, but I’ve had four years of…
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Just in case…
…anybody wondered. My life is happening. I wonder a lot about things. And sometimes think my life is shit. And deep down I know that’s a silly thing to think. Perhaps one day I’ll be an enlightened being. Or I’ll have a huge pile of money to have a macrobiotic chef and a wonderful person…
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Eight years on…
When I met Kevin, a friend of mine, Mark Matthews, asked whether Kevin knew I’d dump him within a year. We laughed about that. Kevin laughed too. I think. Six months later Kevin and I had moved to Auckland. Set up Transcend there. Renamed ourselves Uniform. Became addicted to Kingsland coffee and brioche. Got ourselves…
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Little mookins pookins
Ah little mimi. Mimi cried and cried and cried that mummy was away. So much so that the others called an ambulance. It was hard watching that on Skype from the Hamburg office. In the end she went in the car with Daddy and off to sleep she went. She was just missing mummy. Poor…
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I used to make things
Recently I’ve looked back on my blog and seen that indeed, I did used to make things. Making things usually coincided with not working full time. I also used to write a few other blogs (which I’ve started doing again). And I still managed to buy loads of fabric and yarn even with no money.…
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Wieso soll ich es sagen?
Too many ideas. Lovely UK. Lovely NZ. Anknel and Burblets. Not Macrobiotic. Lovely Churches. The handbook for truck drivers who want to avoid right hand turns on New Zealand Roads. Photography. Film. Digital. Advertising. Products. Interfaces. Visiting friends. Time alone. Drinking wine or not. Even admitting it. Going out and having fun. Travel. Phoning my…