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  Next week I am off to visit my parents in England. Mum and Dad live in a beautiful village on the edge of the Peak District. They are fiercely independent and live in a cosy little bungalow, with a beautiful garden.

 I can’t decide whether yesterday was a good day or a bad day. It all started rather well, it was my day off work and I planned to take Harry, my dog, to Takapuna Beach. Harry is a ‘change of career guide dog’. After 18 months of training it was apparent that he was just not cut out for the pressure and responsibility of being a Guide Dog.

  Her Majesty is not amused. She has an important engagement this Saturday and all is not going according to plan.

Charlie's Angels, ABBA, & All Things Groovy

Classic 70's.... Cork platformed sandals,
flared jeans and twisted ankles
 

  I was an extremely solitary child, not really very lonely, but happy with my own company and able to entertain myself. Having extremely frugal parents it’s probably a good job that I was able to make my own entertainment.
   The 1970’s spanned most of my primary school education and some of my secondary school years. The 1970’s was a decade like no other, it was packed with innovation and excitement and for ‘most’ children it was simply fabulous. 

                                                       

A huge box of wool arrived earlier last Tuesday. It was my day off, my lovely colleague Marya was working. Marya knows me well, she left the delivery untouched, apart from having a little peek.  It’s my shop, I’m the boss and I get first dibs.  First thing Wednesday morning I speedily unpacked bag after bag of the finest and most glorious New Zealand merino wool. No shopkeeper relishes a store devoid of customers but thankfully for me, and probably for anyone who dared to cross the threshold, I was totally alone. I fondled, snorted, cuddled and stroked ball after ball, of the probably the best merino wool in the world.

 

Thank you very much to all of you who took the time  to our new website and select your favorite shade of Indiecita Baby Brushed Alpaca. Congratulations to Brenda, your name was drawn out of the knitting bag and we will be sending you one of our hand made knitting needle rolls. I have now grabbed a whole lot of this yarn off the shelf and will be starting my new project over the weekend.

After a lovely quiet and relaxing break I will be opening the store tomorrow and our normal shop hours resume.This is the first time in 15 years that I have taken the full holiday and I must admit it has been wonderful. 
  As many of you know, I am not one for partying and socializing, I much prefer time spent with my immediate family and activities such as pottering in my cottage garden, taking my Labrador for long walks, or catching up with a good book (normally a book on  gardening, dogs or cooking) are my idea of Heaven.

I am going to be very honest with you....I am a really grumpy middle aged woman who's not particularly fond of Christmas. I bet that made your jaw drop. I will shock you even more...I am a retailer who dislikes the whole commercialization of Christmas, but I will save subject for another newsletter. So, where do I start to explain myself? I think its a lot to do with nature, and a little to do with nurture.