Tidying up

Part of my plan for the school holidays has been to go through the stuff in my office and chuck out anything that I won't need again. I don't know about you, but whenever I have to go through papers and photos, I get sidetracked down various alleys of memory. Some are fun and some are definitely not.

This morning I went through some brochures for language schools in Italy from 1999, when I was thinking of going. I did actually go to one in Florence for 2 weeks, and I really enjoyed that. Most of the other students were American 20 year olds, who were often late owing to a heavy party schedule and its resultant hangovers. Fortunately there was one other mature student, a Swiss woman who was finance director for Levi jeans, and who seemed frequently required to go to places where new factories were being set up. Then it was Russia, but it's probably China or Vietnam now. She had a boyfriend in Switzerland who was a carpenter in a small village. Very Heidi, and I think it unlikely that they are still together.

I found a diary with photos of Tuscany, but it turned out to be the diary of the year I was physically parting from my husband, and there were many entries of weeping and despair, which I really don't need to revisit. But some entries are about my starting in language teaching and meeting people who are now my good friends.

I am in a quandary about the travel brochures, photos and postcards that I inevitably bring back from holidays. I want to keep them, but I can't find a tidy or attractive way to do that. It annoys me that I never know which bag or box or shelf those things are in. I don't want to be so anal that I have them all in alphabetical bankers boxes. They aren't that kind of document.

Good to vacuum up the dead flies from behind the boxes, but only about 20% of the stuff has actually made its way to the garbage!

I had a party on Saturday to celebrate being in NZ for 20 years (that's 10 years married and 10 years divorced). These last couple of years I have had 1 or 2 parties a year, and changed them to be drinks and finger food early. That really works well and I don't find I am clearing up masses of food dishes at 11pm on my own. Instead I have the room reorganised and everything put away well by bedtime, and can start the next day as if it never happened. BUT, and it's a big but, I put away all my stitching and I'm reluctant to start making a mess again!

UFO Stained glass

I finally finished the ufo stained glass kit that I started about 12 or 13 years ago - I was still married, and that's been over 10 years! I remember at the time that I was really disappointed with fusible applique and fusible bias tape - thinking it wasn't stitching!



Now I look at the design, which I think from memory was a full size pattern with words like light violet, medium green on the pieces, I would change a few things. All the fabric was supplied, you just had to cut it out on the pattern. It seems to me that there should have been some integrity with light source, but it is so stylised that it probably doesn't matter.

I added beards to the flowers by satin stitching and then cutting it into tufts.

I need to block it, as for the binding I just turned the backing fabric to the front, which means it is a bit wavy. I quilted the background to look a bit watery, and the border I quilted in random lines and squares. I decided against quilting the leaves and flowers.

It's always interesting to finish a project that you started years before. Your skills have always overtaken the original, and there is a feeling that you can't unpick stuff at this stage, but it doesn't really represent you as you are now. That's also true of finished work from years before - we are always evolving. I guess there must come a time when your older work is better than your current stuff, as you lose eyesight and dexterity. Hopefully that is decades away.

The thing that really puzzles me is why this work did not perish in the warehouse fire in 2002 when most of my things were lost. I must have had it with me while I was house sitting, thinking I would finish it then! Only 8 years too late!

Walk to Nikau Palm Gully

On Monday a friend and I drove to Akaroa for a walk. Akaroa is what remains of a French settlement attempt in 1840ish, and it situated towards the end of an inlet. The inlet was formed in the crater of an extinct volcano, and there is another at Lyttelton harbour, the other end of the Banks Peninsula. I have been over to Akaroa several times over the years, and almost always gone out on the boat trip to see the Hector Dolphins that play around the boat. They are the world's smallest dolphin and very cute.

The weather was stunningly good. Warm, sunny, not much wind, and the sea was the most fabulous turquoise colour.

From Akaroa we drove a few km to a farm hostel, where you park and have to get permission to cross their land. It is a slightly hippy style hostel, with outdoor bath fed from a small tank, which you would probably have to share with a heap of sandflies! The walk goes through 4 paddocks with sheep and cattle. The sheep were lazily lying in the shade and only opened one eye as we passed by. After the farm land, the track follows along the headland, with some gentle ups and downs, for about an hour before becoming a narrower path with leads round two gullies to the nikau palm one. That is the southernmost habitat for nikaus in NZ, because of its microclimate. There is a staircase that goes into the gully, but I found the path too unstable and waited by the first nikau that I saw until my friend had done a recce. We decided to turn round, have lunch and head back. While we were having lunch we could see the Canterbury Cat stopped, and could just make out the splashes of the dolphins. The return trip was uneventful, and some cloud was coming up.

Challenge 40 complete

Once I had chosen my fabrics from my scrap bag, and fused on the steam a seam, this took only about 5 hours to complete. I haven't faced it, as I think I will mat and frame it.

I am quite happy with it, and love the greys and beiges which I normally hate. I also learnt a lot about mixing in unlikely colours, like orange on the green leaves, or bright pink on the red, which I don't normally do. From a distance you can't see them, but they must be adding depth.

What the colours were meant to convey in the ad, I cannot be sure. The black and red might be mobster violence, and of course they were Italian so would need to eat pasta!

Some progress

I have not had time to get down to my FFFC piece this month, but I had a breakthrough as I was taking down my Christmas cards. I select 3 or 4 which are arty or interesting or handpainted by my friends. As it happened, one, which was a reproduction of a painting by Donald Hamilton Fraser called Poinsettia, was exactly the right colours and a still life for the challenge.

I had previously found an ad for Frescarini pasta and wasn't sure how to interpret it.

This will be perfect, but I am not sure whether to do it realistically or semi-abstract. I am leaning towards the semi-abstract. To be honest, I don't want to spend a lot of time on it, but perhaps I need to spend more than I'm willing to at least today.

It was stiflingly hot this morning. I did some gorse spraying, using the newly extended hose and found I could reach a nasty patch of gorse regenerating (not just one plant, but maybe 20), that obviously got missed last year. I had a swim, then I settled indoors for the rest of the day. I cleaned the windows earlier this morning, so I could put up the insect screens and open some windows once the air cooled down. Luckily, now at 5 pm it is cloudy and cooler, and I will go and deadhead roses for a little while.

The other thing I did was make some cream of watercress soup, which I can eat cold. I love that irony taste - it always makes me feel it must be so full of vitamins.

Another New Year

Although New Year is traditionally a time for reflection and goal-setting, I decided on a drive back from Hanmer Springs this morning that I would enjoy the present day and keep my eyes open, and that would be sufficient to accomplish most things.

It was one of those drives that I love in NZ. Fantastic light - this was 9 am to 10.30am on a summer morning. The mountains and rivers were as sharp as the best photograph. The colours were saturated, not bleached out like they get at midday. The weather was calm and so the rivers and irrigation channels were that milky turquoise that I've only ever seen here. The little splashes over rocks were white and sparkling. There was not much bird life in evidence, just a few finches flitting from one side of the road to another. On either side the pastures were green, the grass high enough to hide all but the lying cattle's ears. The sheep newly shorn were radiating reflected light. In the scrubby areas were swathes of 'blue borage' which is not a borage, but a nasty pricky-seeded weed called vipers bugloss. Bees like it, and there is a specific honey collected from it. Pretty enough from a galloping horse, though.

It was good to be home, and it was still enough for spraying, but far too hot. Instead I caught up with some new year emails, phone calls, and had a swim.

Maybe I should have plans, but I am happy with things as they are, right now, and will revel in that.