All posts tagged: Hawaii

What happens on the farm

My parents are farmers.  They have a small organic farm in Hawaii, and that is where I am now. The farm is paradise.  Hot, insect infested, weed filled, dirty, hard-work paradise. On the farm the ants are the size of cockroaches, and the cockroaches are the size of rats, and the rats are the size of dogs, and the local dogs go feral and take down human sized goats. On the farm, and in Hawaii in general, things attract dirt like a politician attracts sycophants.  Whites quickly become pale red-yellow.  When you take of your shoes at the end of the day you can see the pattern of the straps, not from your tan line, but from the dust in your pores.  Banana sap dripped on your clothes will never, ever come out.  Iron rich red dirt rubbed into your clothes will never, ever come out.  Papaya sap dripped on your clothes will eat a hole in the fabric.  The air is so moist that paint grows mildew as fast as you can repaint it. …

Sewing machines I have known: Eleanor

Eleanor was my first sewing machine.  She was a New Home. I got her for my 12th birthday (or maybe it was 13th?).  She was already almost as old as me.  But no older.  Which doesn’t make sense, because I can’t find any records of New Home machines manufactured after 1955.  But I seem to remember something about Janome using the New Home name in the US, so perhaps that is it? Eleanore is named after Eleanor of Acquitaine.  They could both do just about anything, both had long, hard lives, and were both well travelled. Eleanore the sewing machine lived in Oregon for the first decade or so of her use. Then she was shipped to Hawaii for me to have, where she lived for another almost 10 years. Then she got mailed to California for me to use during university. Finally, Mr Dreamy to-be packed her in a really, really big suitcase, with lots of fabric, and she travelled to New Zealand to live out the rest of her days. Unfortunately, the cold, …

Hawaii!

Just a quick update to say I’m here in Hawaii, and I have internet (at least for a moment!).   Things you should know: -Air New Zealand is fabulous.   I want to kiss them.   They gave us hokeypokey  Kapiti Ice Cream with dinner.   And I got to watch Dr Who for my whole trip.   Being on an airplane was actually fun! -Being a taxi driver in Hawaii is easy.   1) You don’t have to know how to drive (not a single turn signal used in 40 minutes in the cab) and 2) You aren’t expected to know how to get ANYWHERE.   I had to have a map book and give directions. – It is so HOT.   OMG.   I’m on my third shower in 12 hours and am about to go swimming. – The air smells so good.   And it is so soft.   And trade winds are wonderful.   I feel like I’m in a hug. – I’m off to swim and eat malasadas and poke …