Fringe

Image: Su Leslie 2020

I’m not a “fashion” person. My wardrobe only contains clothes that I’m comfortable wearing (physically and morally) and could best be described as utilitarian (less kindly as dull).

Except when it comes to scarves (and coats, but that’s a whole other session on the analyst’s couch).

I buy scarves the way I buy art; and for the same reasons. This one came from a work trip to Wellington about 30 years ago, when a male colleague and I found ourselves with time to spare before a meeting. I dragged him into a department store (ignoring the muttering that his wife never made him go shopping) and after about 15 minutes, he found this. I’m still not quite sure if he genuinely thought it would suit me, or if he was just desperate to get away, but I loved it, bought it, and have been wearing it ever since (not constantly, in case you’re wondering).

The fringe is a nuisance; catching in my earrings (my other adornment obsession), but the scarf wouldn’t look nearly as good without it.

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A winter project

fluffy knititing Image: Su Leslie 2020

Come winter and I get the urge to start knitting; something I do with huge enthusiasm and limited skill.

This year, there is a bigger project too — working through my stash of fibre and fabrics (so I’m allowed to buy more).

What am I making? Wait and see.

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Thingamajig

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Old thingamajig. Image: Su Leslie 2019

I love old machinery. Wheels, cogs, bolts and rust; it’s a dream to photograph.

I love words like flywheel, crankshaft and torque. But no matter how many times well-meaning mechanically minded friends have tried to explain transmission systems and gearing ratios, it’s still all geek to me. So I fall back on a communication system that relies heavily on lots of arm-waving, pleading looks and references to “like, you know the big round thingamajig that sits on the whatsit. You know, the one with the little doodads attached.”

You understand, don’t you?

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Whatsit from a doohickey. Image: Su Leslie 2020

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Detail of thingamy from whatchamcallit. Image: Su Leslie 2019

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Smells good, tastes good

Rosemary, thyme, Maldon sea salt. Ready to be dried and stored. Image: Su Leslie 2020


One of my brother in law’s exes first introduced me to homemade herb salt, and it seemed rather exotic at the time. In reality, it’s easy and fairly quick. The flavour combinations are, if not endless, then extensive. Rosemary and thyme appeals at the moment as both are abundant in my garden. And both are wonderfully aromatic.

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A short wander

It’s too hot to move much at the moment, but I was happy to take a short wander up the stairs to this Japanese tea house.

Shame there wasn’t a cup of tea waiting for me.

The tea house is a new addition to the Sculpture Park at Waitakaruru Arboretum, near Morrinsville, NZ. The park is privately owned, but open to the public to enjoy art in the beautiful setting of an old quarry that has been transformed into an arboretum.

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Stationary, and not

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Gulls, Muriwai, NZ. Image: Su Leslie 2020

Although the weather’s turned a bit meh, our craving for fish and chips got the better of us last night. And the fact that the best place to buy them is two thirds of the way between our house and Muriwai Beach meant that a picnic was in order.

As usual, within about three seconds of us opening the wrapping, the birds arrived. First the sparrows, then the gulls. And while the sparrows just hop up as close as they dare and look pleadingly, these gulls tried the alternate approaches of dive-bombing and studied nonchalance.

Neither worked. And the food was delicious.

Ragtag Daily Prompt | stationary