Something else I obsess about.

New food obsession (somerset crackers, cream cheese, gherkins)
somerset crackers, cream cheese, and gherkins

I have an … interesting relationship with food.
I like it well enough, and I don’t think I would prefer it if we all ate sustenance tablets or anything, but I find it so tiresome.

Craig and I have a well worn folio of recipes that we make. Curries, stir-frys (stir-fries?), Italian food, steak. When we lived in London and he did most of the cooking (seeing as how he was home from work at 5:05pm and I wasn’t home til near 7) we bought a cook book and he learned to cook more, and cook well. We are also very picky people, and our pickiness does not always line up*. It’s ever so complicated but it works for us.

I tend to fixate on food. For a while all I would eat for breakfast was crumpets with marmite. For the next little while it was english muffins, and at the moment it is peanut butter on crackers, or toast. At the moment I would eat vindaloo three times a week if Craig wasn’t there to roll his eyes and ask if maybe, just maybe, I could make something else on my nights to cook.

For a while all I craved for snack foods was hummus and pita bread. Then it was plain crackers. Now it is crackers with cream cheese and gherkins.

I’m a kind of like a pregnant lady with my strange strange food cravings, only without the little parasite.

I always have been like this. Fixating on flavours, or eating in order. I know it infuriates my family**. I get obsessed with a particular brand or flavour of say, museli bar, and eat them for months at a time. And then, all of a sudden, with no rhyme or reason, and usually when others could finally remember what damned museli bar it was that I ate, it would fade and I couldn’t stomach them.

This post isn’t going anywhere. Seriously. I just can’t stop thinking about crackers with cream cheese and gherkins.

p.s. I took the Baron-Cohen Autism-Spectrum questionnaire. I scored just as highly as I suspected I would. What do you think I scored? What did you score?

* We do however both abhor tomatoes. We are a no tomatoes household. Yes, seriously, tomatoes. Ick.
** It is a huge joke in my family about how I hate having my foods touch on a plate. But seriously, it bothers me. A lot. Especially if it’s something hot like, say, lasagne, and something cold like Salad. I would prefer a different plate for each.


Week Twenty-Two

The Week in Photographs

Dinosaur! Bert.
We (almost) surprised my darling father for his birthday. We did so well. Even my mama. Almost.
The dinosaur was a present from my darling sister.

"Weather Bomb"
We are in the middle of a “weather bomb”. Rain rain everywhere.

Tuesday: Morepork Frenching?
So I know this says Morepork Trenching but it LOOKS like frenching. And the font is very pretty.

Wednesday: Work clothes
Trying on work clothes. Despite the fact I seem to be obsessed with stripes at the moment, I ended up with the white shirt.

Thursday: Things my mother taught me
One of the very many things my darling mother taught me was that Sard wonder soap can get almost any stain out. Like bright red lipstick out of a brand new white shirt.

Friday: So Freaking Cold
The ‘weather bomb’ moved from all rain all the time to freezing freezing temperatures. And rain all the time.
It has to be super cold for me to resort to hot drinks at work.

Saturday: Getting the costume sorted
In between getting photos printed and cleaning the house, I got my costume ready for Craig’s Hair Metal Party.


Chanel lipstick, a fake tattoo, a fake septum piercing
You can just about see the huge fake tattoo I put on my neck.
I forgot to wash it off in the shower and then tonight? I got seriously scathing looks while at the supermarket.

27 and counting …

The only proof that Craig wore tights
The only proof that Craig wore tights.

As the clock hit midnight and hair metal beat its way out of the speakers, Craig turned 27.
But he is not an 80s rock god, so by 1 am he was sleeping heavily, still clad in a black beater and leopard print leggings. His wig a straggly animal on a chair upstairs.
This morning he woke, curled into my side and groaned “Twenty Seven. That’s almost Thirty”.
And so, I made him pancakes.

When I met Craig he was 17. He’s now 27. I am ever so lucky.

Week Twenty-One

The Week in Photographs

Sunday: Hot Chocolate at the Mall
Coffee (and hot chocolate) during a break from errands at the mall with Craig. He does not like coffee but always saves me a marshmallow. So that’s okay.

Monday: North and South - arresting covers
North and South had a cover which make me stop in my tracks.

Tuesday: Driving home. Tail lights.
I like playing with bokeh and the trail lights on the drive home.

Wednesday: Dropped off by the Ferry
Dawn by the waterfront. Craig dropped me off early so he could take the car for a check up.

Thursday: Working late on Budget Day
The lights are on late on Budget Day.

Friday: Getting stuff ready for my tattoo consultation
Printing off reference pictures for my tattoo consultation appointment.

Saturday: Manu Tattoo, Petone
Tattoo consultation at Manu Tattoo. I love this painted mannequin he has in the window.
(I ended up booking 2 tattoos on Saturday; 1 with Manu in June, and 1 with Erin from Sacred in October!)


Mm. Coffee and a Windowseat

Things I am excited about right now:

Tonight, before my run :

x One Flesh by Fiona Samuel.*
x A lambskin leather bag which is in the ether, somewhere on its way to me**
x 50 shots of Instax Mini film. Unopened.
x Bottles and bottles of V in the cupboard.***
x Present ideas for my mother and sister.
x WhatsApp letting me chat international-style with my favourite Katrinka.
x Craigageddon.****
x Tattoo consultation with with my favourite Petra.
x The subsequent tattoo!*****

* Rehearsal number 3 is tonight!
** 82% discounted!
*** My caffeinated beverage of choice (sugar free).
**** Sir C’s hair metal birthday bash. I have a guns and roses tee and he has leopard print leggings! Oh there WILL be photos.
***** All will be revealed! Eventually.

Week Twenty

The Week in Photographs

Sunday: Mother's Day Present
A little present for Mother’s Day.

Monday: Sushi Restaurant
Sushi Restaurant, Lambton Quay

Tuesday: First play reading. And a bracelet from The Vamoose
The day of our first play reading. And the arrival of a bracelet from The Vamoose.

Wednesday: Amazing Dawn
Golden dawn as I arrive at work.

Thursday: Waiting for Charlotte
Craig as we waited for Charlotte, outside my work.

Friday: Work was too busy
Stuff I’d hoped to do while at work on Friday. Naturally work was flat out.

Saturday: Waiting by a Palm tree
Too early. Waiting by a palm tree.


Thank everything for Dry Shampoo
(I love dry shampoo)

One Flesh by Fiona Samuel

One Flesh by Fiona Samuel

A conversation between Craig and I during my first read through of One Flesh.
And that’s about all I have to say about that for now.

Except to note that the play has been vetted by the Pastor of the church in which we are due to perform. The script has had the worst of the swearing removed but apparently tits are a-ok by the Lord.

A favourite memory

Tuesday: Reader Submissions Pages

At a recent family dinner I noticed that my Darling Mother had, set as her iPhone wallpaper, a photo I had sent her of my photo & tattoo that was featured in Post Modern Ink.

I know she is not fond of my tattoos (after all, she made me and thinks I’m pretty awesome just as I am) but I was so touched that she was proud of my work. My photography that is. It was very different, discovering this instead of being told outright. Made it seem … a lot more genuine I suppose.

I’ve been trying to write about this moment without seeming self-aggrandising and I figured that the day after Mother’s Day was about the best I was going to get.

She’s just lovely, my Mum.

Week Nineteen

The Week in Photographs

Sunday: Walking in the sun
A cold cold day, the sun was out and I went for a walk.

Monday: My Fuji Instax Mini arrived!
My Fujifilm Instax Mini camera arrived. I was so excited I took a photo of Craig in the supermarket. He was not happy.

Tuesday: My perfumes are Migrating
My perfumes seem to be migrating from the basket under the sink to places around my room.

Wednesday: Early Wellington Mornings
The mornings are beautiful at the moment. Pinks and blues across the sky.

Thursday: Preparing for Craigageddon
I’m getting my costume together for Craig’s party! a Guns n Roses tee was a must.

Friday: Bad photo of beautiful Sunrise

Saturday: Taking my instax out for a stroll
I took my instax for a stroll.



Now is the winter of SO VERY BUSY

The beginning of my run:

Oh dear Internet,
I have been busy. Ever so busy. Astoundingly busy. Only not really.

I feel like I’ve been busy. I feel like I am non stop, go go go, and all that but in reality I just have a routine where my blogg-y-time used to go.

I’m still attempting to run three times a week (though I am fighting a losing battle with side stitch at times) and cook three nights a week and my work (which I do not discuss online) is busier than ever. Add to that a weekly coffee date, dinner with the family, and a weekly evening of drinks and at the end of it you get a worn out Sarah-Rose.

Sleep has become a novelty. I’ve been staying up later at night now that I don’t get up ridiculously early for Wii-Fit-ness but it seems that I’m more tired than ever. Maybe I need to eat more red meat. Or perhaps it is true that the most restful sleep is that which occurs before midnight.

On top of this? I have just taken a part in the latest Butterfly Creek Theatre Troupe production and I am so so pleased. Also, not looking forward to the exhaustion.
It is called “One Flesh” by Fiona Samuels, a New Zealand Playwright and I play Kat.
I was asked to play Kat* which was just the most flattering thing ever. It is probably due to a lack of 20-something females auditioning but I do not care, it was flattering to be thought of.
But this means I took the role without any prior knowledge of it. At all. I wasn’t even certain WHO I was being asked to play (though as a 20-something female, I was correct in my guess) and when I flicked briefly through the script? I was a cartoon character with the bugged out eyes and dropped jaw.

I’m not worried, I trust the Troupe and the Director entirely, and I enjoy being stretched in a role. And I am waiting until the first read through (next Tuesday) to hear what the Director has in mind … but it should prove to be interesting.

Additionally, Craig is planning a birthday party that will be Epic, yes, with a capital e. The theme? Hair Metal. Need I say more?

What with the rehearsals, and the drinks, and Craig’s football, it seems like our time spent together will be Friday and Monday nights, and Saturday and Sunday mornings, and nights. This is not exactly cool. I miss his cute little face.
I think I will end up being very thankful for our commute.

It’s all I can do to remember to take a photo every day.

So, dear internet, posting may be scarce for awhile. But that happens every winter doesn’t it?

xoxo, Sarah-Rose

* This feels odd as one of my most favourite people is called Kat.