June 21st, 2010

Astrid says…

“Now I’ve seen all the nice photos you’ve taken of Edith recently, Mummy, you’re allowed to take photographs of me again now too.”

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June 20th, 2010

More days like this

Somehow this morning seemed to organise itself. We arrived in true London fashion twenty minutes late, after making several phone calls from the car to Eireann, who was also running a bit late. Erin, Fatty, Jane and Kate were all there looking very fresh for people who not that long ago were sitting on a long flight.

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June 14th, 2010

Adventures at home

The girls love the little path down the side of the house where they take their brooms and hide on the little porch where there are taps to play with.

It’s a lovely gentle English summer, if not a touch chilly. Life is brilliant fun – mostly. Daddy even bought mummy a new red KitchenAid food processor that Astrid chose. Last night we baked sour cherry and vanilla spelt and almond meal muffins in our new silicone muffin cases.

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May 24th, 2010

Magical England

Ah look. Here we are again. Back in civilisation. Back into the Garden of Eden.

The magical English summer is upon us. Or perhaps we are upon it. The gentle sun. Pretty trees and hedgerows, wildflowers by the roadside, a sparkling river and friendly, helpful people, happy to talk about the glistening weather.

Today we move into our new garden flat – the second time we’ve rented sight unseen – Astrid is back to Lorraine’s and we head up to Ikea for a mattress, sofa, a table or two and some bare essentials while we settle in.

Most brilliant however is that I now have a month off to meander about Hampstead Heath and spend time with Edith – something we’ve not had so much of as I’ve been working since she was three months old.

Feels like home again. Feels like forever home.

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May 6th, 2010

No photos please

All of a sudden Astrid won’t let me take her photo.

And the camera lead crapped out. So there haven’t been many photos of late. But there will be soon. Because soon soon we’ll be back in London, back on the Heath, back on our epic walks around villages, around the Heath, up to Hampstead shops, coffee and lunch ingredients from Carluccio’s.

Our Mt Albert house is nearly all done, tarted up – and it will have a big for sale sign out in front of it before the week is out. Then we’re off on a big European adventure!

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May 6th, 2010

Roderick Road

We’ll be back here soon.

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May 6th, 2010

I miss

Mr Cat.

Come home Mr Cat.

x

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May 2nd, 2010

London shopping list

Florist measuring cups from anthropologie

Someone said the real reason we’re going  to the UK is the shopping. And, while we may have laughed loudly at the time, it is more than likely the truth.

Gorgeousness from anthropologie homewares department. Especially these, these and this. And these.

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April 27th, 2010

Just ask Amelie

Lost for words.

Deleted and deleted.

After the past few days I have asked myself what’s really the point? I think I have. Where are the big hearts? And there, today, the most beautiful wonder appeared – and I simply thought, well, I just can’t stop smiling. And I smiled and I smiled and I rang estate agents and rang and rang; and all the time I unwrapped beautiful beautiful pieces of pieces and handmade and japanese and the most incredible red bowl – and I didn’t have to think what have I done to deserve this – because I know.

The first thing I did was open the ring.

Hahha – and THAT was the story I was going to tell you. And that was the thing that made me smile and laugh and want to write before it all crashed (the computer) and I forgot.

So the other night I was SO annoyed – and driving home on the motorway – and was SO annoyed that I took my engagement ring off and it tried to stay on – but I chucked it out the window on the north western motorway. It tried to hold on – it’s been like the Lord of the Rings this ring for so long.

Beautiful but hideous and it’s always been a huge curse. And I chucked it and out it went and it was finally GONE.

I went to throw it in the water one night in rarotonga but the crabs were all chattery and I was terrified and ran away. And so many times I have tried to get rid of the damn thing. It’s been cursed. So chucking it out the window on the motorway was so choice; and to have this beautiful black ring arrive; with such lovely books. I have kept the pink things for Astrid tomorrow.

And I can’t believe the enormity of the chanel box. So in three weeks I shall ask the new black ring to get us a garden flat. Just like Amelie. You know how we decided to go to London? An Amelie question; if Ocado stocks Weleda we go to Europe. And guess what; they did, and so we are.

The Amelie method is most definitely the best way to make decisions.
If the courgettes are dark green today then I will go to London.
If the courgettes are yellow, we will go to Paris.

There; off you go and see what colour they are.

ps the wedding is still on. One day. And it will be here.

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March 11th, 2010

The story of the 1px squiggly line

This is what happens when you delete your flickr account without a moment’s care or hesitation.

Especially when you were trying to be all clever and link all your photos from flickr.
And then one night you just recklessly delete your flickr accounts.

Without a care in the world.
And I’m terribly sorry but I’m not too worried about all the sudden missing flickr images.

It’s all about the idea.
Missing flickr photos. Bah, so what.

If you want something to look at, look at this.
wefail

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