Worldwide Shortage in Children's Sizes

  

I wanted orange or florescent yellow green, (doesn't exist,) or red or navy blue, but would have compromised as far down the list as the pale blue-blue. I love yellow, too, but that's my current color. Apparently my size, Children's 4, is one of the most popular sizes, which is probably why there are only one or two options for me on a given day, and that day they were sad pink, pale teal, or the tear-indicingly beautiful navy but one size smaller. After walking around town for a couple of hours, in proper walking shoes, I convinced myself one size smaller was a frivolous ruling, so with a heavy heart, I went with the pale teal. 

Earlier in the season the shop kept telling me to pop back in every so often because they were getting new ones all the time, but on this day a staff told me there is a worldwide shortage of children's sizes. Soul Footware on Trafalgar Street, which used to be Mariposa on Hardy Street.

15 minutes later I saw these, and contemplated what the Universe was telling me. These found at The Warehouse, St Vincent Street.

Old Fashioned

There used to be several of these old-fashioned bakeries right in Nelson CBD when we moved here. This one on Hardy Street is the last one, or two, left. They have pretty good sandwiches for reasonable prices so I sometimes ate them on a park bench or by the river, contemplating life, universe, and the stark changes Ben and I made moving here from Tokyo/Yokohama. By far the best guilty pleasure were two custard slices in a thin, soggy paper bag I had to balance on my palm until I reached the car, to enjoy after dinner. Or before.  

Sorely Missed

 

We used to have a mind-blowingly fabulous magazine shop on Hardy Street, where you could buy the latest New York or London Review(s) of Books flown in overnight, (for a price, I must add.) I used to spend hours just looking at the different kinds of magazines published around the mainly English-speaking world, and then go home with an English garden or American home&garden sort.

This is the one purchase I kept from those days. I thought these boats were sublime, and wondered if Ben and I could make tiny models, but the more I read about boat-building, the less it became a relaxed Sunday afternoon proposition. (Still game if I can find a sufficiently-challenging-yet-not-too-expensive kit, but not in a rush to add to my unfinished projects pile.)

From memory, the male owner of the magazine shop passed away suddenly, and the shop sold immediately.

On the other hand, I have no idea what the left half of the sign says.

Somewhere in Town

 

Being something of a history buff, I love it when I happen to see these markers around town, but sorry, I have no idea where I found this one. Do you know??

Breakfast on the Last Day of the Summer Holiday

Our Meh-ness of the occasion could not be disguised.

 

Spelt Scones

For nearly two years, Ben has baked spelt and/or rye bread every Sunday. A couple of weeks ago it was too, too hot to even contemplate having the oven on, so he made scones, which was deeee-licious! Already on this second batch, he switched to spelt with seeds. I'm good with either choices, although the scones disappear twice as quickly. 

The Phone Took This

I was about to take pics of Ben's scones.
 

Job Done

 

Neither of us are Christmas people, but there was something sad about this tree. On the pathway between PaperPlus and Buxton Car Park, 12 January.

I Cleaned My Closet on One of the Most Hot and Humid Days So Far this Summer

Because after I pulled everything out in the heat of the moment, what else could I have done??

Staff Wanted

Am I the only one who stops to wonder what this means??

 

Marge, 2024

To the right of Cathedral Steps at the top of Trafalgar Street.

World HQ

 

Nelson doesn't have a lot of World Headquarters, but I found one on Tuesday.

Sign of Times

 

Loo sign at Ben's work.

Rubbish

Decoration on a fancy rubbish bin behind the PO BOX center. (We no longer have Post Offices - they live inside bookshops.) Fern fronds.

It turns out the rubbish bin itself is a high-tech compacter, (hold x5 regular bins,) powered by the solar panels on the roof of the container. I can't wait for solar and other non-fossil-fuel-generated power to be used in more meaningful ways in public spaces.