As promised, this is the story of how I sort of accidentally bought a tiny house on Trade Me, and how the Forbearing Husband and I moved from it Waipu to the farmlet. What, you’ve never accidentally bought a $23,000… Continue Reading
Looking for fashion advice? Take a seat, you’ve come to the right place. I was re-reading some old blog posts today and I happened on this one from February 2017. in which I suggested (in a spirit of irony) that I keep… Continue Reading
It all started with Deborah and I talking about what fun it would be to have a greenhouse. Imagine being able to grow basil all year round! How about early tomatoes? Frangipani? And, since my cunning plan to use the… Continue Reading
That’s what we’re taking around here with the kitchen. Today we went from this: To this: It’s not much of an upgrade in the scheme of things, but it feels like progress. I never thought I’d be trying to take… Continue Reading
“If your background is in media you call it ‘gaffer tape’. If your background is in building or DIY you call it duct tape’. Motor racing crews and fans call it ‘speed tape’ or ‘panel tape’. If you came through… Continue Reading
Well everyone, I finally decided on the material for our kitchen benches. I nearly managed to get them installed as well, except that when they arrived last week the sink bench was the wrong size. Consequently it has gone back… Continue Reading
Today our very own familial Time Lord slid out of this timeline. He was either 91, 92 or 93 years old (if you find that confusing the link above may help to explain), and he had just published his book… Continue Reading
Stephen of House Kragbol is our resident possum sniper. Many’s the evening he’s ventured out with his headlamp and rifle, while the rest of us tender-hearted snowflakes lurk inside, grateful that someone else is doing what needs to be done.… Continue Reading
This is a guest post from my lovely friend Nurse Jenny. No-one is more qualified to write about wool than she. Rumor has it that the many skeins of wool she has collected, laid end to end, would stretch from… Continue Reading
I’m feeling like a real farmer today after Deborah, Stephen and I watched one of our ewes deliver a lamb. I suppose I might have felt even more like a farmer had we needed to intervene, but thankfully mama sheep… Continue Reading
