I have a new project. All in the name of supporting local education (Hekia Parata sure ain't, so someone has to), I'm off to an 80s night next weekend. I wasn't so sure on reliving memories I had of dropwaist dresses and cerise and jade tube skirts. But tonight inspiration hit. It's 1985. I'm 13. Madonna has a hotter body than me, a theme which will never change. She is the perfect teen pinup, with her crucifixes, lace hair ties and beads, fairly accessible garb for a cash-strapped young girl. I never dared wear my rosary out though. God may not have smote me down, but my mother would have.
I've just ordered some lace gloves. I'm about to have a rifle through my drawers, wardrobe and sewing box to see what lace concoctions and other accesories I have. And find my rosary. Even now, don't tell Mum.
I have a cleaner lined up! Whilst cleaning green algae off the bath about ten days ago, I decided that something had to change. Given that I may be increasing my paid working hours again this year, whatever didn't work last year was unlikely to miraculously work this year.
So H, our new cleaner, is coming to see the house on Saturday (and possibly starting the job on Monday) and I have been working hard to create floor space so she can clean effectively and also a reasonable enough impression so she even agrees to clean the house. The rubbish bin is full, the recycling bin is full, I've been to the Sallies with more bags of goodies and there is another at the door for tomorrow, I've gifted more clothes and craft items to local acquaintances with younger children, and there is still more to do. Still, p-r-o-g-r-e-s-s is distinctly obvious.
I didn't quite fit in supercooking today as well as supercleaning, but I did buy up terakihi and turbot at the fish shop and no…
On Thursday just gone, it was the West Coast Schools' kapa haka festival. I rearranged my work hours, took my girl out of school, and we headed south for the day to watch Fionn perform. It was totally fantastic. Fionn's school group put on a top notch performance which we were all very proud of.
Afterwards, while the students had their hangi lunch and played special games and the judges deliberated, Brighid and I had lunch together in the metropolis and walked along the beach, pictured above and below.
Today was the Anglican Church Fair. It's an important event on our calendar. Six years ago, when we'd just moved into our first home and there was no lounge furniture and no money to buy anything flash, we went to our this fair. We still have the couch and chairs from that fair, at a combined cost of less than $50. These days, we buy some sausages, a couple of bowls, sometimes some books or clothes. Today I bought my first whitebait sandwich of t…
Black never photographs that well, but it's pretty useful otherwise. I need to wear the jacket a few more times, but at the moment, it clearly needs a narrow shoulder adjustment, and that will also bring the armscye upwards. It's a little too big from the waist down as well. So the cuddly jacket is working for this one, but I might make the shorter version. I had been thinking of the pleated back again, but maybe I will go classic, after seeing some beautiful online versions. I didn't get the button placement right for the collar to sit flat, and now that I've lost my jacket-sewing virginity, I decided I was ready for Jackets for Real People to teach me how. Book Depository really is like a late night addiction for nerds, and just to make things efficient, I ordered Elsa Morante's History as well.
The trousers are my first foray into sewing pleather. The walking foot handled it beautifully. I started with Style Arc Barb pants and kept on trying them on and…