For the man who has everything...

Or more accurately the wife who has absolutely no idea what to buy him...

Despite being together nearly ten years I find my husband incredibly hard to shop for. I can't buy him clothes, he loves books but I'm never quite sure which one, same with music. He's just not really that interested in getting things and on the rare occasion he is, he'll generally nip out and buy it himself. At least that's what I think, he thinks he's easy to buy for which only adds to my angst!

So last year (at the last minute) I dreamed up this.... a badly wrapped box* of 'time to himself' vouchers....

He loved it and although most of them are still sitting in the box he did get a few weekends away to himself and a few extra hours of sleep...

The bad news is that was last year and I have no idea what to pull out of the hat this year. HELP!?

*The reason I generally do NOT make gifts.

Friday flowers and a few thoughts...

The past week has flown by with no time given at all to my poor little blog. It was the last week of school for my son. His first year as a school boy is now behind him and many more years ahead... ah to be five again.

I have been shopping, baking, arranging flowers and generally swanning around trying to emulate Nigella at her most laid-back yet charismatic best. I'd forgotten just how much I love cooking for others and will do more of it next year.

I had been feeling a little caught up in the pre-Christmas rush and then read this very personal post from Jane a blogger I really admire.

She writes as I would like to write with clear opinions and a wide breadth of knowledge about art, food, design and books. She has a beautiful life and I feel lucky to have shared a portion of it through her posts.

Her life in the coming months will be difficult. A good time for us all to pause and remember how fragile our beautiful lives are and how worth fighting for.

Christmas whispers...

There's a lot to do at this time of year and of course even more if you are Santa's eyes and ears.

It is my job to make sure Father Christmas gets all the amendments to the various Santa lists that are drafted from about September through to the 24th of December. These lists are made on scraps of paper, written at home or at school, spelled out in conversation with me, Dad, the grandparents, the teacher and other boys.

Unfortunately they're not reliable documents. Often they're made in my five year old's head. And the items on the lists change. A lot.

It's like a game of Chinese Christmas whispers with all the whisperers in different rooms. Impossible.

Unfortunately the loudest whisper  I've intercepted is Bey Blades. Bey Blades. Bey Blades.

Those of you without boys will think I'm off my head.
I am.  Bey Blades are sold out in New Zealand.

I have visited four toy shops and one two dollar shop where I could have found a fake if I'd been faster. They're sold out too.

My name is on a list - I am hoping to be among the lucky few who get one of the Bey Blades being air freighted in to NZ. Did I want a two pack? Yes, if they're the last ones in the country, you bet I do.

I have put the call out to Australia to my son's Cool Uncle. "Get Him a Bey Blade," I texted (but a bit more politely).

Cool Uncle is not yet 30. He will know what a Bey Blade is... he will know how important this is. As important as that Ben 10 watch and the Bakugan ball things gathering dust in my son's room. IMPORTANT.

Meantime the huge boxes of lego and six year old bike might ease the pain. Might...


I'd like it noted that:
1. My children don't actually get a lot of Christmas presents but I know that they do very, very well considering the plight of most of the world's kids. They too will know that one day.
3. I know as a blogger I should be handcrafting felt toys and sticking bits of fabric together to make him a dress-up Bey Blade outfit. The sense of failure weighs heavily.
4. I once said I'd only buy my children handcrafted wooden toys but that was a long, long time ago...

And you may well ask what the hell a Bey Blade is? Does it really matter?

Boy racer red...

There's a bit of an accidental theme on the blog in the last few weeks or so...  I'm not obsessed with red but obviously I do rather like it. It's a great improvement on the before which might look rather shabby and chic to some of you but actually just looked rather 'kicked around' shabby. Isn't shabby a rather silly word when you look at it too long?

I decided not to distress it. Putting it in the bedroom of a five year old boy is quite distressing enough...

Summer fun... and a winner...

I don't really need to say much more do I? While part of Australia is under water the Land of the Long White Cloud (or our end of it) is basking under endless sunny blue skies.

It's heaven for those of us with only a patch of grass (and two boys) to water and no herd of dairy cows to keep alive.  More to come the forecasters say and the likelihood drought will be declared again in the north.

Now down to business. With the help of my boys (the younger one helped by not actually helping) we have drawn a winner for the giveaway - thank you all who entered - the winner is....

Ange from Chair Up - I suspect she'd rather I send her a ticket back to Auckland... maybe next year!

To do...

 The countdown to Christmas is on in our house. The Advent calendar went up on Wednesday. I've realised my two year old knows more about chocolate treats than I'd like him to. I'm also having a hard time leaving the chocolate where it is. Last night I ate today's advent treats... sorry boys.

As I tick off the days in December I'm also feeling a little smug, unusual for me in the lead up to Christmas. I usually first hit the shops on the 23rd and wrap at midnight on the 24th. But look at this....

All the Australian gifts bought, wrapped and in my husband's suitcase. I just hope he doesn't bring any of them back.

Of course there's still a bit on the to-do list and I'm making a new one every day.

A trip to the hairdresser is definitely overdue but I'm most excited about finally getting around to having my knives professionally sharpened. What is it about this time of year that makes us all try to finish everything we didn't quite get to all year?

Top of the list on Monday is to let you know who's won my little giveaway - there's still time to enter... Good luck.

Breakfast in red?

Lovely vibrant colours to start your morning... and a surprise too. It's Cornishware, the distinctive blue and white has had a twenty-first century makeover.   I have never much like the blue version - not quite the right blue. Spode blue is more my shade of blue and white.  The RED is my absolute favourite... and so appropriately Christmassy. 

Apparently in the fifties they did briefly make the red version but couldn't quite nail the colour consistently so ended production. Now that we  can fly quite easily to the moon and all carry the world in our iPalms they can also make red Cornishware.

Why am I more thrilled by the advances in red striped pottery than space travel or the digital age?

A reminder too that I am having a rather red giveaway this week - join in, you have until Sunday to enter.

Found via India Knight... again. The images are from here. Have a look, you'll want to buy some too.