I heart Oamaru: reason number 1

The price of a haircut here is astonishing.

I paid $90 for my last cut in Wellington; today I paid $28. It was so cheap it was as if they were paying me to have my hair done.

Oamaru is the kind of town...

...where you can happen upon a steam train when you're on a Sunday walk.

 

 

Maybe we should give him back?

Why Remy's not sleeping tonight is, for once, not a complete mystery. I think he might still be wired from the espresso he drank at 3.

I know, I know, it's irresponsible to give a baby coffee any time after lunch.

But, seriously, it was an accident. Really. Remy is fatally attracted to anything he's not allowed - my cellphone, odd bits of dirt off the floor, electrical sockets - and today it was my cup of coffee. And that child is lightening fast.

So, there you go, it was an accident. And by goodness we're paying the price tonight.

Happy days

You know what makes a good day a great day?

Rolling around on the floor, tickling a baby until he laughs so hard he snorts.

And, we'rrrrrrrrre back!

Oh yeeeeeeees world, I have broadband. Thank the gods.

Country life is treating us just fine. Jules is working hard and Remy is so busy all day that he's never slept better. I seem to spend my days trotting about, accosting unsuspecting shopkeepers and talking their ears' off.

I've found an amazing array of junk shops full full full of treasures for me to decorate our home with (much to Jules' disgust, who, by the way, has wildly different taste to me. Why did I find this out AFTER having a baby with him?). Today I bought two Crown Lynn cups for 20 cents each. Yes folks, you read that correctly, 20 CENTS each. I've landed in heaven.

We're still unpacking the house so I'm afraid there are no photos from me today because the cord is ... around ... here ... somewhere ... but as soon as I find it there will be photos galore.

Golly, it's good to be back.

Hullo? Is anybody out there?

If Megan sews and she has no internet connection with which to blog about her sewing, does her sewing exist?

Will a baby who lives in the country always smell like farm dog?

Is driving 6 kilometres for chocolate an unacceptable use of valuable finite resources?

What new hell is New Zealand's version of Stars in their Eyes?

When will this blog see some action from its writer?

Offer of a lifetime!

Well, it kinda is, if the offer of a lifetime for you involves a medium-sized box of fabric that I don't need/want anymore and a few balls of wool...

Any takers?

The only condition is that you come and pick it up from me before we leave on Monday. Oh, yeah, and that you don't look completely horrified at some of a truly ugly material I've been given over the years*. Yes, that's right, given. You won't find me owning up to buying some of this stuff...

Damn. I was supposed to be doing a hard sell and then I practically talked you out of it. Oh well. Fingers crossed.

*But don't worry Aunty Karen - none of the material you gave me is in this pile!