Happy Mother’s Day

Let Merle Haggard sing you in. Merle is a hard drinking, hard living country singer and here he sings one of the best songs about mothers ever; Mama Tried.

There must be something about men this age because he really reminds me of my Grandad - Mum’s Dad; the stoic thick-skinned face, the grey hair, the square and slightly rigid upper body are all the same. No sure that Grandad could sing like this though.

The Deli downlow

Tom and I took ourselves off to the new deli this morning - we’d been looking forward to a quality deli breakfast since the owner told me on Wednesday that they’d be serving breakfast.

However, on arrival we were offered a plan or almond crossaint. Apparently they’d decided they couldn’t compete with the $10 breakfast from the cafe down the road. So we ate our crossaint and left hungry. We also disagreed about the breakfast rationale as we’d have happily paid more for a quality breakfast with good eggs, nice sausages and bacon, and quality bread.

So right now we can’t properly review because we haven’t properly experienced the deli. Their lunch fare looked fantastic - huge filled bagettes, small wholemeal rolls and lots of sweets, which included today a freshly made lemon meringue pie. We just didn’t feel like lemon meringue for breakfast.

It’s a riot!

Today a new deli is opening in Featherston - this is the most exciting thing to happen since the cinema opened last year. I’m not kidding.

I passed the deli on the way home from the post office and there were no less that ten people milling around outside waiting for the place to open. Apparently it’s opening, ”sometime between 12noon and 12.30″, according to the woman waiting with her mates in the driveway next to the deli.

Stay tuned for a review.

Shopping Green

Since I was about 16 I’ve been a fan of shopping second-hand. One of my friends once said that our house looks like a really great op shop - I took it as a compliment.

Yesterday afternoon my workmate Patricia and I went around to the Sallies shop near our work for some time out. I found this chair for $30 - it’s in mint condition, is a nice colour and is super comfy. I bought it for the porch so I can sit out there reading/staring into space.

Since it’s old and well-made the chair is super heavy but I managed to carry it to work (up two flights of stairs) then thought I’d leave it there and drive in later in the week. Once I thought about petrol and parking it started to look like a $60 chair.

I think the sign of my perfect workplace is that when I asked Dan, who I sit opposite, whether he thought I could fit the chair in a taxi he didn’t say, “are you nuts?” he said, “well probably not a Green Cab but definitely a Wellington Combined.” Singh, the twenty-something super-cool driver wasn’t too impressed but took me to the station anyway where I lumbered along the platform to the baggage car.

Some stranger in the station cracked themselves up making a comment about how the train seats weren’t that comfy but I’m sure the guard in the baggage car didn’t mind since he had a seat for once. So you can buy green and get your purchase home on public transport (and a small taxi ride) just as long as you’re totally shameless like I am.

Creation

I actually had to look up last year’s posts for May before, to see what we did because ever since the weather has got cold this year, Tom and I have done a lot of mooching. By the end of Winter you might have read the same blog post every week.

Over the weekend I made two Winter skirts - the top one is felted wool and long - it looks like it’s been made out of a nice sofa and is dark green with purple roses and hydrangas. It’s a great material but really hard to photograph so you’ll have to wait to see me in it.

The second one is made from brown furry wool. When I bought the wool is reminded me of the 1940s and I was planning to make a jacket. However, spurred on by remembering that jackets cause me angst, I made a skirt that has layers of lace at the back, and a ribbon decoration that Tom says is my monkey’s tail.

We’ve got the fire on, I can barely keep my eyes open I’m so cosy and Tom is having a nap - recovering from his afternoon watching Lord of the Rings: the Fellowship of the Ring.