Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Vanish the Thought

November 12, 2008 by  
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One of the loveliest stories told during the mihi and whaikororeo was by Aunty June about Nama’s Pond’s Cream. The story of Ponds “began when Theron T. Pond, a pharmacist from Utica New York, introduced ‘Pond’s Golden Treasure’ in 1846, a witch-hazel based

Sock It to ‘Em

November 10, 2008 by  
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No shoes are worn in the wharenui and what a person does or does not wear on their feet will tell you something about them. Like my daughter Mede, who opted for

A Road Well Worn

September 30, 2008 by  
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Today I’m celebrating my 200th blog entry! It’s an amazing milestone to me, why? Because it began with such a small step. What I’ve learned along the way is that this journey that people speak of does not,

Pie in the Eye

September 24, 2008 by  
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I love that the cold air is unapologetic about the way it thwacks you across the face no matter how undeserving we think we might be of such treatment. Have you ever wished you could do that to someone you feel has a complete knack for

Smoke Get in your Eyes

July 26, 2008 by  
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Have you ever sat so close to a fire that smoke’s got in your eyes? It stings and your eyes water profusely. And yet, we can love the warmth of the fire more than

Watercress Heaven

June 10, 2008 by  
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My uncle was a drunk. It’s probably not something family members would probably admit about him, but he was. Denial is subversive to say the least. He was a simple man, leading a fairly simple life.

Treasure Trove

June 1, 2008 by  
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I get a real kick out of finding a treasure among the oddments of a second-hand shop or an Estate sale. It’s the fact that these things have been pre-loved. I love that they have their own story to tell and hearing it can be so humbling.

Taking the Time

May 27, 2008 by  
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It’s an interesting habit we have, this one, of stowing old loves (their letters and or their pictures usually or both) between the pages of some much-loved book or somewhere equally safe. Why is that do you think? To keep the memory of them warm or

Dinner Jacket

May 15, 2008 by  
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Last Sunday I went to dinner at my friends Jen and Graes home in Balmain. It was the first time I’d gone to dinner wearing my dressing gown and my PJ’s. I have to admit