Monday, April 11, 2011

The Best Laid Plans

I had a fascinating tale to tell you this week, but unfortunately we had a breakneck journey to hospital on Saturday night.  One of our daughters had been in a 100K charity walk and had collapsed 47K into the event.  She was taken to one hospital, then another, and was finally admitted to the Intensive Care Unit.  We spent an anxious time with her over the weekend and today while she recovered, and are mightily relieved that she is now returning to normal after a very frightening time for all of us.  It will be good to get into some clean clothes and sleep in our own beds again, more soon.  I promise never again to get aerated over trans-Tasman netball games, and we are eternally grateful for the tender and respectful care our family received from all the people we encountered in hospital.  And how wonderful to have the loving support and concern of friends and family.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

The Gypsy Room



This guest room at Shoestring Cottage is called “the gypsy room” because it has the gypsy chandelier and that set the theme.  The chandelier should have found a new home when we left our big old house, but we couldn't bear to part with it and eventually it did find a new home at Shoestring.  The gypsy room is full of colourful objects such as the retro flowery mirrors which help bounce the light around a bit. 



Of course all is not as it seems and underneath the bed there is gradually accumulating a large selection of art deco costumes.  I can't fit them all into my sewing room or there would be no room at all for my sewing paraphernalia.   
This old print is a favourite of mine at present.  I don’t think it was originally as blue/green toned as it is now, I think it must have faded with time.  I can’t decide whether it is supposed to represent a New Zealand scene or an American scene.  (There is a tiny person in a tent, very mysterious.  Who are they and what are they doing in their tent?  Composing a wonderful novel?  Nursing an ingrown toenail?  Are they a pioneer in New Zealand or are they perhaps an American Indian?)  Rather expensive for Shoestring, we bought it for $7.50 at Habitat for Humanity.







 For instance, this one only cost $5.00 and is bigger!  More bang for your buck.  It came from the Takapuna markets.

 
Or this - $10.00 but an original and not a print!  (Bound to be declared a masterpiece at some time in the future.)  St Vincent de Paul.

But back to the gypsy room.  The curtains are the most neutral thing in the room, plain cream to subdue the place a bit.  They were leftovers from our old house too, so no unnecessary expenditure there, true to the Shoestring philosophy.  The old carved colonial dresser is from my mum, as is the mirror with the turned wooden stand. 
Gypsy candlesticks too

And of course the bed is decorated with the silk crazy quilt, a very gypsyish object.  (You have seen that before, I won't bore you with it.  Because this room does not receive strong direct sunlight it should be a good place for the quilt, with not too much fading hopefully.  One day it would be practical to build in some book shelves in the recess on one side of the chimney breast, and perhaps some cupboards on the other side.  But all in the fullness of time, we are having more fun playing in the garden for the time being and the next big job will be to put in the "new" kitchen kindly donated by relatives who are remodelling.  I predict that Mr Shoestring will have a few choice words to say when we are in the throes of that project, it is probably best not to mention any other plans until that has been safely achieved. 

Sunday, April 3, 2011

Autumn Daze


Two new signs at the entrance to town!

Well my dears, the weekend did not get off to a good start at Shoestring.  I went for an early morning run and tripped on some uneven paving, flew through the air and skinned my palms and knees.  It was more a question of hurt pride and there was that awful moment when you surreptitiously check to see that nobody has witnessed your foolishness.  Never mind, after that I had to carry on and though I have some colourful injuries they will soon heal. 

After that the weekend rapidly improved.  The Squire and his good lady came to visit and stay overnight, and some other friends also arrived so we all sat outside under the trees and enjoyed vintage artisan cheese and delicious drinks, while the autumn leaves fell gently onto the table and onto the ground around us.  Mr Shoestring was quietly proud because his latest grass seed had germinated and I was quietly annoyed because one of the ligularias I planted last weekend was sulking and wilting, refusing to perk up.  I wanted to go over and whisper to it, "Look, if you don't stop this ridiculous behaviour I will be wrenching you out of your spot and turf you into the compost bin.  Who do you think you are, after all?  You are a ligularia, not a tropical orchid!  Get over yourself and behave!"  My guests may have been a bit alarmed though, so I held my tongue and contented myself with sending it sharp looks from time to time.  It resolutely ignored me and it is now on notice to shape up or ship out to the compost bin.  Ungrateful thing.

The lovely old bridge into town (bridge to paradise!)

This weekend we also met the people who are fortunate enough to live in the beautiful old two storeyed Post Office building, which looks so imposing and stately.  Once again we were in the front garden when one of them strolled past and introduced himself; we have been excited to meet so many friendly and interesting locals. 

After our visitors left on Sunday afternoon we dashed out into the garden and I had the thrill of mowing the new grassed areas with the little hand mower.  (I know, tragic isn't it, the things which give us pleasure in our dotage?)  Mrs Peaceable had kindly given me some vegetable seedlings and the time had come to rip out the tomatoes and replace them with some winter veges.  I am seriously going to make an effort to try some broad bean recipes this year when (if) my crop is harvested but I am not sure whether Mr Shoestring will cooperate with me here.  Some disguise may be needed.  We have also put in lots of pansies and daffodil and freesia bulbs.

Autumn mists on the mountain

And speaking of Mr Shoestring, he accomplished the best shoestringery (yes yes, I know it is not a real word but you take my meaning I am sure) this weekend.  I had a wooden stand for holding my tapestry while stitching, and it was missing one of its arms.  He managed to get a free stick of wood from the offcut pile at the local hardware shop and is going to use it to replace the arm.  What a guy!  Of course there will be a bit of tooth grinding and muttering when he uses the saw and drill, but in the end it will all be worth it I am sure.  I have a craving to make a set of tapestry cushions for the dining room chairs and it will only take me a decade or so.  Watch this space.