The Best uses for Dried & Pressed Flowers

Over the railway tracks and into the Florist OR the best uses for dried and pressed flowers:

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One of the really wonderful things about working at a cafe is getting to know the regulars. We have a bucketful of very cool regulars at Mondays Whole Foods. Regulars who bring us in fresh produce from their garden, a book from their shelves, hilarious stories from their past or a nice bunch of newspaper wrapped, twine tied flowers.

Across the Kingsland train tracks, nestled under the noisy station bridge is my favorite little flower shop, Urban Flowers. It is also where one of my favorite customers resides. A few weeks ago she dropped off a couple of flowers to be dried and turned into something lovely. With the help of an incredibly creative individual named Annie, here are my favorite three uses for dried and pressed flowers.

Cake toppings. Flowers, I reckon, are behind the expression ‘to make the mundane beautiful‘ as they really do. Take a run of the mill cake like the one below, and add a small but bright arrangement of flowers and a simple little cake becomes quiet remarkable.

Fridge magnets.  All you need is a jar full of dry, pressed flowers, a laminator, scissors, magnets and some double sided tape, oh and preferably a fridge. Laminated flowers and leafs make for the prettiest decorations on a boring fridge, have a look how its done with autumn leafs,

http://www.filthwizardry.com/2011/11/laminated-autumn-leaf-magnets.html

Pottery and crockery. I am a sucker for a nice piece of crockery. Gluing dried flat, (pressed) flowers to the bottom of a tray, plate or bowl and then using  Epoxy Resin over them make for the daintiest crockery set. Even if it’s just a few daisy’s scattered and glued throughout a set of mugs. Simple creams, browns, greens and just a hint of yellow flowers are perfect to transform those cheap Briscoes buys. All you need is pressed dried flowers, craft glue, and some sort of Epoxy Resin. Take a quick look at this lovely lady’s rose petal tray for instructions and inspiration,

http://sayyes.com/2013/09/diy-pressed-rose-petal-tray.html

 

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On a side note, or as a post script, happy birthday to the receiver of this cake although its pretty, it’s not nearly as extraordinary as you.

Unplug Every Day 365 ways to log off & live a better life.

In the corner above my favorite seat at my favorite cafe there are four shelves full of knicks and knacks.  On the second to last shelf are two small books, which hold a world of wisdom. Next to the funky elephant is one of these two books, it’s titled ‘Unplug every day’. This book holds 365 ways to log off and live a better life. I have picked this book up tones of times in the last few weeks each time with the determination to do one of the 365 tasks each day. Its now been two months and I have just finished my first one.

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Swap stories. Last year I tagged along on a family hike with one of my favorite friends. The Pinnacles hike in the Coromandle of New Zealand is a beauty. It is also a long day hike. Luckily for us and for the two younger boys my friends father is a story teller. He has such an incredible imagination and a storytellers tone of voice. He made the day hike seem like an afternoon walk. He told us such a funny story about how McDonalds came to be in existence, a tale of a cunning taxi driver and crazy old lady and a quietly beautiful and captivating fable about J.R.R Tolkien and his experience of life. I wish I had had a tape recorder with me.

In my family my mother was the story teller. She created imaginary worlds and characters my brother and I fell in love with. Although I hope I inherited her kindness I know for a fact I did not inherit her story telling ability. So when I opened up to this page and read ‘swap’ stories I felt this great panic that I could not. So in order to swap stories I will record them. Short stories with great meanings, Stories I heard from my Mum, friends, parents, teachers or even the mail man. Short stories I read in books, fables and tales. I hold such value in words and what they can teach and express, so below ( under the photo) are three blurbs of three very much loved storys. One was told on a hike, one was shared in an English class and the other was told on a long train trip in the south of Germany. Feel free to flick me a message if you would like the source or the full text.

“Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.”
Lemony Snicket

“Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.”
John Green

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1.And The Mountains Echoed‘ By Khaled Hosseini

In the beautiful book ‘ And The Mountains Echoed’ By Khaled Hosseini, there is a short expert of a story about a farmer by the name of Baba Ayub, his beloved Son and a dreaded giant. The young son is taken by the giant, and the father driven mad with grief sets out on the long journey to find him. What he discovers however, when he finally makes it to the giants kingdom, is very far from what he expected or imagined. The father surprisingly encounters a situation and a choice he never imagined he would have to make.

Excerpt: Once upon a time, in the days when divs and jinns and giants roamed the land, there lived a farmer named Baba Ayub. He lived with his family in a little village by the name of Maidan Sabz

2. Leaf by Niggle by J.R.R Tolkien

Although most of you will know the famous Lord of the Rings books and The Hobbit, many of you might not have stumbled upon a little story called Leaf by Niggle. It is my favorite of Tolkien’s works by far. It tells the tale of Niggle who has a long journey to take which he can not get out of. Niggle is also an artist and loves painting for his own pleasure. Niggle diligently begins to paint a great tree with great passion.He invests each and every leaf of his tree with obsessive attention to detail, making every leaf uniquely beautiful. But as it always seems to do life soon gets in the way and the painting gets lost to time.

Excerpt: There was once a little man called Niggle, who had a long journey to make. He did not want to go, indeed the whole idea was distasteful to him; but he could not get out of it. He knew he would have to start some time, but he did not hurry with his preparations. Niggle was a painter. Not a very successful one, partly because he had many other things to do. Most of these things he thought were a nuisance; but he did them fairly well, when he could not get out of them: which (in his opinion) was far too often.

3. The Multnomah Tribe Princess By handfuls of different authors

This short story was told within another story and it simple as it is bitter sweet. This story can be found across many seas and in many different cultures. Dialects, characters and  surroundings are often different, but the underlining meaning remains the same. Sacrifice and love. The story is about a plague that began to wipe a tribe of Indians out. A prophecy is recounted by a medicine man that the beloved daughter of a chief must give her life to stop the advance of the plague. After praying and giving herself to the Great Spirit, the selfless princess threw herself to her death on the rocks below, saving her loved ones and the entire village.

Excerpt: Many years ago the head chief of the Multnomah people had a beautiful young daughter. She was especially dear to her father because he had lost all his sons in fighting, and he was now a old man. He chose her husband with great care, a young chief from his neighbors, the Clatsop people. To the wedding feast came many people from tribes along the lower Columbia and south of it.

“So, please, oh please, we beg, we pray, go throw your TV set away, and in its place you can install, a lovely bookcase on the wall.”
― Roald Dahl

 

 

 

My thoughts on living in the city.

My thoughts on living in the city.

I live in a jungle surrounded by people whose words will never be heard. I moved from a city surrounded by water to a city bounded by walls, tall, thick walls that when they crumble fill foreigners pockets with pebbles and their lungs with city smoke. This is a city where every person is a stranger and only one in a hundred faces is familiar. But my pockets are filled with rivers and my lungs with sea air. You can’t smell the salt in the city. The sea air doesn’t quiet make it up Queen street but hovers uncertainly around the shipping containers not courageous enough to be engulfed by the hundreds of steel stockades and so the buildings stand there victorious. Auckland is a city drowning in spaces undiscovered. Buildings here whisper to me in a hundred voices. Bricks flood together some standing staunch and tall others collapsing into the bustle of strangers bellow, to busy to realize that their city of gold is not beneath their feet but in the sky.

 

 

 

 

 

What every good Italian vineyard dreams of retiring as

This week has been filled with good finds, and equally as beautiful food. The locals from Mt Eden sure do have it good, and will laugh at me and say ‘you’ve only just discovered it’ but nevertheless let me boast just for a second, The Garden Shed is what every good Italian vineyard dreams of retiring as. Check out there website, http://www.thegardenshed.kiwi/

The photos bellow are simply for aesthetic purposes and rightly belong to those who had the talent to take them. Next time ill drag a friend with a camera and a certain love for good light and great wine with me. Until then here are a few words and some good visuals.

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Home to a house full of flowers

I am grateful for different cities, for large ones and small ones. I am grateful that my new home does not have bitter winds and that it has caused me to realize that Wellington really does , I just never knew any different. I have noticed that I have always lived on a hill and that flying into Wellington at night is incredibly beautiful.  Its true that absence makes the heart grow fonder, although I don’t think the author of that saying had certain cities in mind.  What is true though is that I came home to a house filled with flowers, every single room, so I think Wellington missed me , or a certain someone at least. I thought when I moved to Auckland I would be starting a new home and leaving the other behind, but it turns out I now have two homes, how incredibly lucky is that ! Lillies

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A couple of months ago I went to Thailand

Thailand was beautiful. Photos courtesy of Sam Gorham

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Wolftree , Kinfolk & Coffee

So Ive been in love with the magazine Kinfolk Since I can remember.  I have this quiet , crazy, beautiful ambition that come the end of University I will pack up everything I own, move to Portland Oregon ( where the Kinfolk office is based ) and demand they hire me. I adore the philosophy behind Kinfolk and the genuine people.  Nothing makes me happier in the morning than coffee and a good read , which is why I am  super excited to share with you ‘Wolf tree’ A magazine for Makers, Dreamers and Adventures. Enough said right ? How crazy cool is that. Check them out they are insanely cool.  Looks like ill now be tossing up between a one way ticket to North Dakota or Oregon come three years !

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Name Choices

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When choosing a name for your baby the Internet provides you with a massive amount of support and encouragement. What to call your baby and more importantly, what NOT to call your baby. There are even lists upon lists of name definitions and even name origins. Now before I continue I’m just going to stop my parents freaking out, ( as much fun as it is ) and state that sadly I am not pregnant, up the duff or have any type of bun in the oven ! I am in fact trying to decide on a name for my first ever website, exciting! It may only be a small step but a step that I’m getting more and more excited about by the day! My lovely mother has taken on the role of website designer as all this code business makes my head hurt. There is only two main things left to do. One find a graphic designer, ( eeek proving more difficult than I thought , please let me know if you have any talented friends ) , and two picking a name. I’ve crossed and scribbled my list down to three possible names; Number Eight Wire, All in Good Company and The Salt of the Earth. ‘Event design’ will follow the chosen name and be presented in (here’s hoping) a fancy graphic design. Be sure to let me know which one least reminds you of an annoying co-worker or that kid who bullied you at school!

That’s all for now ,Much Joy

Joanna x