But lately I see her ribbons and her bows, have fallen from her curls

Today Chris made me some bookshelves out of industrial pallets.

The spaces in between are perfect for displaying those little trinkets that build up over time.

For Chris that clearly means plastic Pokemon toys and aeroplanes.

For me; jars of buttons, coins, badges, inherited (but not valuable) jewellery and little gifts.

And the best thing about the shelves? I know where I am going if I need somewhere to be.

(Don't think this meagre selection of books is a reflection of my reading, it is merely the few dregs I have managed to pick up from storage so far.)

Recent Flickr Favorites

This is something I have noticed other bloggers doing and since a big part of making this blog for me was to become a better photographer and to document my life aesthetically, I think a good way to do this is to be a consumer of images. If you know what you like, it becomes easier to create things you like.

Cookie club

Today Hannah came round.

We made ginger cookies with funny faces, because Hannah has a bit of a ginger fetish.

Chris was around to gobble them up.

We ate them by the window sill.

With cups of tea.

Some of them started to fight.

So we had to eat them up quick!

I wrapped up a few for Hannah to take home.

Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrows.

We went to an antique fair held in table tennis club rooms today. I came away with a bunch of old postcards and an antique match holder,

in which I will store little trinkets and notes and things that are special and wear as a pendant.

waxeyes and blossoms.

The blossoms in the tree outside our window have really taken off since it snowed.

Today was such a lovely sunny day that after I had a lunch of bread and pate in the melting sun on the balcony and watched birds having sex amoung the flowers, I wore a skirt and went for a walk to post letters.

The blossoms come with their own little ecosystem including bees, waxeyes like this chap eating honey scented nectar, and big fat wood pigeons that eat the flowers whole.

I am very much enjoying the coming of spring, one lady said out side my window this morning, taking in our blossom tree, in a very jolly voice "Spring really has sprung, hasn't it?"

I get the news I need from the weather report.

I came home to a letter and a postcard from Russia today! The postcard was from postcrossing and was the first I have received through the site. In postcrossing you join up and send a postcard and once that is received by someone overseas someone different will send you a card. The letter was from the first person I sent a postcard to, I gave my address so we could continue to converse. I do believe I have a pen pal!

P.S. I suddenly understand why people might collect stamps! There are three of them and they are beautiful!

Trying to save the youth without putting your shoes on.

The two lovely ladies in this post are my grandmothers. I adore family photographs, they are such beautiful, meaningful objects to have. Above is my mother's mother Molly Butler, her real name was Mary but her brothers named her after a cow on the farm as a child and it stuck her entire life.

This is a not very convincing photograph of a photograph I have of my Nana and her hockey team as a teenager, it was taken in 1932 in Norsewood or possibly Otaki?

 

This series of pictures (which are easier for me to get hold of in a hurry being online somewhere in the ether) are of my Father's mother Claudia Hodder. I never got to meet her which in many ways makes these pictures of her even more important.

 The picture in the middle shows my Great Grandmother and my Great Aunt with Claudia and and my dad as a baby. I love the pram in these pictures, it doesn't look that comfortable for dad though.

I think it is important to recognise where you come from and see that hundreds of lives have lead to your own and have contributed to who you are. I am lucky enough to have parents who have spent a lot of time scanning pictures onto the computer so they are avaliable to everyone and are less prone to damage. Have you thought about documenting your family pictures?

I hope to put a few more posts up about my family and where I come from in the future.

Rag doll.

Yesterday I gave myself a hair cut, just a trim to get rid of the split ends, to celebrate I rag curled my hair last night, it went a bit frizzy, perhaps it will be nicer when it relaxes a tad.

Rag curling my hair reminds me of when I was a child and I desperately wanted curly hair, as it was when I was a toddler. So my mother would curl my hair for me pretty often, she did it differently to this, her way was to have a longer rag and wrap the hair around that then the rag back up around the hair and tie at the top, so it looked a bit like a dread, but the curls came out as perfect ringlets.
Kids at school used to make fun of me, they would say I looked like a nineteen thirties movie star, as a negative, seems like a pretty funny insult now.

The sea is six miles deep.

Last night I went and saw Submarine which is part of the film festival here. It was an extremely funny coming of age film with a beautiful retro style. It was slightly reminiscent of a Wes Anderson film, I absolutly recommend it.

Have you seen any good films lately?

out of the moon.

Chris...

Hannah...

Simon..

And I went on a wee trip down south to Saint Andrews, near Timaru.

We found a lot of birds behind an old church.

And an abandoned masonic building.

Which we peaked into...

 This is what we could see.

Around were many tiny wild fowers.

Me. I am wearing Chris' coat because I picked up the wrong one in the car. 

There were daisies pushing through the pavement.

We saw a beautiful white horse..

And feed him'er some grass.

Simon took a picture of Chris with his new telescope.

On the way home there was a mini to hug.

When we got home this is how the moon looked through Chris' telescope.