24 March 2020


First actual day of isolation, where I didn't go anywhere. Level 4 comes into effect officially at midnight. A state of emergency was officially declared and our phone alarms went off at 6.30pm during dinner. Working from home today was a joke. The kids made signs to hang in the window for the neighbour's kids- Umber and Sia. Everyone was a bit on edge.

23 March 2020



A panicked and uncomfortable last trip into the city to set up VPN on my work laptop and grab my monitor and keyboard. People were driving fast and aggressively. Strangers gave you knowing looks. It was a relief to see work colleagues and laugh a little. We ate lunch in the lunchroom spaced apart by 2 meters. It was weird and funny and sad. It was a relief to come home.

22 March 2020

 




"Right now we have a window of opportunity to break the chain of community transmission – to contain the virus – to stop it multiplying and to protect New Zealanders from the worst.

Our plan is simple. We can stop the spread by staying at home and reducing contact.

Now is the time to act.

That’s why Cabinet met today and agreed that effective immediately, we will move to Alert Level 3 nationwide.

After 48 hours, the time required to ensure essential services are in place, we will move to Level 4.

These decisions will place the most significant restriction on New Zealanders’ movements in modern history. This is not a decision taken lightly. But this is our best chance to slow the virus and to save lives.

We will get through this together, but only if we stick together. Be strong and be kind."

Jacinda Arden

Song








They say that tuis
are losing the range
of their song
since less and less
they hear each other
- and bellbirds-
singing.

Excerpt from "Talking to a tree fern at Lake Rotoiti" by Dinah Hawken.

Unfinished/Finished


 I bought this old grandmother's garden quilt top for a song at a market. Pulling out the paper templates was interesting. The person who made it had used old New World vouchers. I think there were two other people who have worked on it- one who used older 1970's dress fabrics and then someone in the early 90's who used lots of vintage sheets. I had to finish off a couple of corners, baste it and then I sent it off to my mum to quilt...

There is something immensely satisfying in finishing unfinished work. There must be 2500-3000 hexagons in this quilt. A lifetime of work.

Happy place

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A busy weekend away left the kids with little downtime. This was taken last week when the two boys spent a whole morning working away at lego and drawing. This is their happy place. They call it their office.

Nita


Grandma was not one to waste words. I always received a birthday or christmas card from Grandma, in every country I lived in. They all said To Sonya, Love Grandma. As she got got older, she began to leave off the To Sonya, then later, the love, till she just signed Grandma.


Hello. It's me.



I rarely turn the camera on myself. But right now I need a marker, to draw a line under the past few years. I cut my hair off for the first time in over 10 years. Iggy started kindy today. Max is at school. The house feels empty and quiet. It's strange. But good.


Game on



These little windows of time I get.... the kids are at rugby practise, or at a playdate next door. It's not enough. Who gets a license plate that says XQIS1T? I wish it was mine. I'd have to take up smoking again though. Or vaping.

Ruminations



I kicked off this blog eight years ago as a way of getting back into photography. I need to kick start my self again- take photos, edit, plan, tell stories.

These shots are from a series I started this summer, thinking about beginnings and endings, newness and decay. More to come.

Indigo and florals and wood and copper



I'm working on these necklaces, in different permutations. I was given a bag of Liberty scraps, which has inspired this bunch. Indigo and florals and wood and copper. I intend to update the shop one day...

Flowers and tattoos



Some more flowers that my sons have brought me, plus Max's self-drawn tattoos. So he can be like Dad. He is going through a phase where he just wants to wear black. And there's a lot of gun play too. It's not all flowers, all the time!

Note the hibiscus, in May. Winter is coming... but very slowly it seems.

Winter sewing



A tutorial I've been working on for Extra Curricular magazine. I think the finished result is going to be pretty. I haven't done much embroidery, but Melissa's work has always inspired me.

I really enjoy handsewing. I've been thinking about making a quilt, to quilt by hand over the winter. It sounds like such a cozy project, but I'm not sure if I'll have the stamina...

Four and two


Max at four. Here he is at day 1, 1 year and 2 years and 3 years
Iggy at two. Here he is at day 1 and 1 year

(In actuality, they are more like 4 1/4 and 2 1/4.)