Tuesday, March 12, 2013

read giveaway!

The fourth and final giveaway to celebrate the new blog is open! Lots of reading goodness xxx

Come on over and enter!


Sunday, March 3, 2013

make giveaway!

Hello friends!

As with last week and the week before, there's a giveaway over on the new blog!

Come on over!!


Sunday, February 24, 2013

giveaway, come on over!

Hello friends! Week two on the new blog and the second giveaway. Hopefully I can entice some more of you over...!

I am on The Simple Life xx


Saturday, February 16, 2013

moving on

**UPDATE x2: to comment on the new blog click on the post and then at the bottom the comment box will appear. It confused me too x)

*UPDATE: It would be very helpful if I gave the new blog address... www.thesimplelife.co.nz Gotta love it!)

Well friends, it's time. To close this chapter of my life. When I started the blog I was in the middle of a mighty battle. I was desperate and felt alone.  Nearly five years on my life is changed beyond imagining. The barren woman has truly sung and I don't feel like I am the same person that I was when I started this blog.

So it's time to move on.

My new blog has a new focus. Simplicity. We are passionate about living simply- eating simpler with natural ingredients, doing with less and putting less stuff (chemicals and preservatives) into our bodies. My friend designed the blog and I love love love it.

It will be a little different, the kids will be called by their middle names, Luka and Grace and Dida will use his initials- MJ. Other than that business as usual!

My hope is that you will come with me. I am shamelessly doing a series of giveaways to entice you over.

So won't you come with me? Please?


Thursday, February 14, 2013

bunting sweetness

I made Sweetpea (Rupi's birth mother) a little string of bunting for her birthday. I used a pattern from a granny square crochet book. I used a 4-ply cotton yarn and sewed a glittery button on each point. She loved it which made me very happy x

Linking up with the lovely Leonie x

 Show & Tell Thursday's

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

bad and good

September 2010

Bad news: my Dad has grade 4 glioblastoma multiforme brain cancer (evil aggressive fast growing cancer in an advanced stage)
Good news: this cancer is highly researched due to it's devilish nature so there are more treatment options

Bad news: my Dad starts radiotherapy and chemotherapy later this month
Good news: the clinic is in the top 5 clinics world-wide in treating this condition

Bad news: my Dad's cognitive abilities are affected
Good news: he thinks he's fine

Bad news: he has a 50% chance of surviving 14 months
Good news: he has utter belief that he will be one of the 50% who makes it

Bad news: I am an insomniac
Good news: tequila sunrises and sleeping pills = good nights rest

Bad news: My Dad is grumpy and belligerent
Good news: this is normal (!)

Bad news: my sisters and I are struggling
Good news: my aunt arrives on Sunday from South Africa for 5 weeks followed by another aunt

Bad news: my Mom is also stage 4 terminal lung cancer
Good news: she is responding well to the current chemotherapy

Bad news: this is all horrible
Good news: we have a faithful God who has promised us an eternity with Him

Bad news: how the heck did this happen to us?
Good news: I have amazing friends (this means you, thank you for being awesome x)


Thursday, February 7, 2013

call me if you need anything

In the bleak winter of emotion we find ourselves in as a family, there have been some wonderful moments. Moments where I am reminded that I am loved and cherished. I have some amazing friends.

Darling Meg turning up with with a DVD for the kiddies and "love" blocks because she loves me and can't think of what else to do.

Sweet Liv, the secret blog lurker giving me a package on Sunday at church. With yarn! Soft amazing yarn. This was so thoughtful (I cried)

And beautiful Gail, struggling with her own battles yet seeing me in mine. Knowing my Starbucks-crush and giving the perfect time out gift.

These mean so much to me as the words that I hear the most are "Call me if you need anything." And without being unkind I can't do anything with those words. The reality is that by the time I have had a million conversations about my parents, each weighing me down as I am faced again with their mortality, looked after my family, organised things I did not think of organising for many years and tried to work, the last thing I have energy for is to contact someone with a request.

What I need and what anybody needs in the same boat, is someone to do something specific. Sometimes I am not sure quite what I need either and something is always better than nothing. So a meal is good, a bunch of flowers, a text to say I am praying for you or I thought of you today. A facebook message to say I love you...

An amazing example is the day we moved. I was exhausted. Simoney rang (and rang a few times) to see what she could do. And eventually suggested lunch. I had not even given lunch a thought and we were between houses and packed up. She arrived with an abundance of food, disposable cutlery and crockery, her own knives and a cutting board and drink (with disposable glasses). I felt so loved.

Oh friends, to be honest this journey is bigger than what we can cope with. My Dad's cancer is worse than my Mom's and the prognosis is bad. Seriously bad. My Mom's big sister arrives in a week and I can't wait. She's a hospice (terminally ill) nurse so will help us prepare mentally, emotionally and physically.

I know my God is in this. We truly trust him. It's just that the woods are awfully dark right now and it's a little scary.

P.S. Yes that's a new blog sitting on my profile waiting for me to find time to complete it. It's getting so many page views which is stressing me out. It's not ready and I need to launch it. So ignore it for now (pretty please)


Saturday, February 2, 2013


Somewhere in the last month or five (or longer) I lost my Dad. He slowly became grumpy and belligerent. He grew intolerant and could not be with us for longer than 5 minutes before becoming bored. I can't even put my finger on when it started.

Last night I sat in the high dependency unit with my Dad and realised he's back. In the dim light surrounded by beeps and alarms and murmurs, I found him.

I held his hand and talked. I cried with relief and he patted my hand and told me "Not to worry, my sausage." I poured out my heart and he thanked me for sharing. He listened and talked and made sense. Oh, he made delightful sense.

The tragedy of all of this is that my Dad is one of the most intelligent people I have ever known. He has a string of degrees and knows things I will never know. The tumors were stripping that away and it was hard to see. His intelligence was dulled.

But he's back! Within hours of the surgery my sparkly, bright Dad is back. The one who makes plans and thinks streets ahead of anyone else. The one who thinks I am fantastic and tells me he's proud of me. My Dad. He's back.


Wednesday, January 30, 2013

life shots

Thank you so much for your loving comments, texts and emails, friends. We feel encouraged and supported by you and your prayers.

My Dad does indeed have two tumours in his brain. An apricot and a grape as I like to think of them. He's had all the tests he needs to and he has been transferred to Auckland hospital. After another MRI he is waiting for surgery to remove the suckers. We hope that it will happen this afternoon.

My Mom is coping with the chemo and in a funny way coping a bit better now that she needs to focus on Dad. His situation is lifting her above her own. Sometimes my head spins at the knowledge BOTH my parents are seriously ill with cancer at the same time.


So... we moved!

Our new house is much bigger and we are settling in and doing battle with the boxes. When I say that the house was filthy, those words don't even come close to describing it. And the owners got a commercial cleaner in before we moved in. All I need to say for you is that Dida has used an abrasion wheel on his drill to get the imbedded dirt/fat/oil off the stove elements. Apply that to the rest of the house and you get the picture.

Other than the dirt and the effect that has had on my clean-freak persona, the house is lovely. The kiddies love the flat back yard and space to play. The "new one house" is a success!


Wednesday, January 23, 2013

the week

This little space has been vacant for the last week or so, my apologies for that. It's hard to put words around things so I will do my best.

This dry run? It was the truth. After some niggly feelings and a deep conviction in my heart I called the oncologist. His blunt words were very hard to hear but at the same time refreshing. My Mom started a course of chemo on Monday and is doing ok. She has to be ok and weather this chemo and the symptoms. No choice really.

My Dad has been displaying some very worrying symptoms and my sisters and I were at our wits end last last week. I talked to my Dad over the weekend and despite his denials we managed to get him to the doctor on Monday. He's been in hospital since and has two tumours in his brain.  At this stage we don't know much about them and he is undergoing testing.

Add to this we are moving house. This post sounds like those atrocious posts you read where you thank God it's not your life. But it is my life. And we have to put one foot in front of the other and be ok. I am actually as fine as I can be, God's Grace is amazing.

His Word is immensely comforting as is this...


Thursday, January 17, 2013

Alpaca goodness- Show and Tell

Here is my new little beauty...made by me! I love (love love) crochet.

When we were in Tauranga I visited a little yarn shop called Creative Yarns and Knits. They are so helpful and friendly and the yarn is amazing. I fell in love with this yarn- Baby Alpaca chunky (Misti Alpaca in Blue Bell). It is super soft and cuddly. As I could only afford one hank the shop assistant suggested I make a scarf (see, how helpful?)

This is it! A simple combination of treble and single crochet rows with a size 10 hook giving me a long narrow snuggly scarf ready for winter. I may be waiting for a little while to wear it, given the heat at the moment!

Linking up with Leonie

 Show & Tell Thursday's


Tuesday, January 15, 2013


Yesterday we were married for 18 years. Eighteen. Eiiightteeeen. That's a whole lot of years.

He's never had any doubts about us, he says. He told me during the years of horror waiting for kiddies that he would choose me again. Even though I can't make babies he would ask me again.

I am loved and chosen. Life is never boring with me, he tells me. And he likes the way I look, skinny, medium and fatter, he likes me always.

I am truly and utterly blessed.


Sunday, January 6, 2013

summer love

Our little holiday is over- we have had the best time. I hope your break over the Christmas and New Year break has been wonderful.

We have been up to Tapora and the Kaipara and down to Tauranga and Te Puke and then back home via Ohiniwai. (Translation- north from Auckland and then south and then sideways and back to Auckland) Bliss.

Tomorrow I start work. Dida has another week off so is on children duty for next week. Then we have one more week in this little house before we move. And no packing or sorting has been done yet (I don't care)

To keep me in the holiday mood, here are some pictures from our time away...

Up at the bach (holiday house) in Tapora

Playing dress up in my friend Meg's Mum's garage

Chilling at the cousins

Long live summer!!!


Tuesday, January 1, 2013


Happy New Year, friends! May 2013 be filled with love and laughter xxx

I had a little secret late last year. And I couldn't tell on my blog, even though it's my safe space, as my sisters read it. It was a Christmas surprise.

My Mom was told about her cancer relapse on my birthday (remember this?) None of us knew what the next couple of months would held and I just wanted to hold my Mother in that space, on the 8th November forever.

I asked her if I could organize a photo shoot for her as soon as possible. So the following Monday she did the same session as I did for my business shots. They did her hair and makeup and she had a wonderful time. The photographer knew about the whole situation and they treated my Mom like a queen (rightly so!)

The shots were simply beautiful and they took our breath away. I had them framed and gave the framed  photos to my Dad on Christmas day. He loved them.

Here are some of the shots of my gorgeous mother. Isn't she amazing?


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