Category Archive: everyday skills

Courier pigeons

Courier pigeons

Yesterday I messaged a friend asking if he had a ball-peen hammer I could borrow. He’s the kind of guy who not only knows what …

 

The Apprentice

The Apprentice

I started writing this post back in August 2014. It seems like forever ago. It was a Saturday morning. I was dozing because I like …

 

Baby steps

Baby steps

If we are to believe all those self-help books we should be leaping out of bed, scouring our bodies with (organic) nettles, checking off all …

 

Where do you go my lovely?

Where do you go my lovely?

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair

 

Hat dreams

Hat dreams

I don’t dream very frequently, so when I do dream, I tend to pay attention – not so much to the dream, but to the feelings provoked – and from that I can usually interpret a meaning for me.

 

Killer apps

Killer apps

I’ve had an uneasy relationship with my mobile phones. It’s another thing to lug around. To lose, to damage, to have the batteries go flat, to have stolen, to impress [nobody] with, to… to… > more…

 

Fusion culture

Fusion culture

We caught up with friends this afternoon. Of course, afternoon tea. That most post-victorian activity on the planet. Afternoon tea. If you know us at all you know we’re all about afternoon tea. But there’s more going on here than meets the eye.

 

Holy of holies

Holy of holies

kawakawa [Macropiper excelsum]. The leaves are usually hole punched by the green Kawakawa Looper moth [Cleora scriptaria] caterpillars. The leaves can be used for healing purposes and, rather than being a disadvantage, the leaves with the most holes are considered the best with the strongest concentrations of active ingredients.

 

Umbels

Umbels

There was a slight break in the rain this afternoon. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to dash out and grab a few shots of the glorious parsley flowers. I love them.

 

Second chances

Second chances

More than a year has gone past since I last wrote here. I want to say it’s been a terrible year. But that’s not entirely true. The Hallmark sickly sweet side of me wants to pretend everything wants to say it turned out fantastic but that’s not entirely true either. The truth is the earth continued to rotate and the sun appeared in roughly the usual place and time, and life unrolled as it has for the last 100 million days.