Morning everyone! We’ve had a good week, everything considered & the house being full of sick people. Yesterday I worked at home as there was a nationwide Teacher’s strike, and with some friends being teachers, I volunteered to host the monkeys. I did this last strike, which was only primary teachers, and while it was full-on, it was fun. I actually got thru my normal day’s volume by noon, surprisingly, so I’m hoping the same this week.
Last week’s goal was 400 stitches on Jenny’s Four Seasons of New Zealand (available in various incarnations on her homestitchness Etsy shop). I completed the snowflake, and all of the next block (the three mountains of the Central Plateau; Tongariro, Ngauruhoe and Ruapehu). The Maori legend that I grew up hearing goes something like this, with words by James Heremia:
In a time long ago, eight personified mountains were born from the landscape. There lived seven males — Tongariro, Taranaki, Ruapehu, Ngaruahoe, Tarawera, Tauhara and Patauaki — and one female, Pihanga. Their catch cry as children was “We will always be together, and nothing will ever separate us!”
As millenia passed, the boy mountains grew into powerful male warriors while Pihanga blossomed into a comely fern-covered mist maiden, who each of them desired for a wife.
“Choose!” cried Tongariro “You must choose!”
“I cannot,” replied Pihanga. “I love you all equally.”
“Then we will battle, and the victor will be your husband,” declared Tongariro.
One by one, the mountains came up against Tongariro and one by one they were defeated. Finally, only Taranaki was left to face the powerful Tongariro. Their battle was spectacularly violent as each mountain was evenly matched.
The battle raged on for months until a burning Pihanga cried out “Stop!” as she lay close to death in her scorched and blackened cloak of fern. Rather than lose her, Taranaki conceded defeat — and so Pihanga became Tongariro’s wife.
As countless millenia passed, the landscape healed and the vanquished mountains moved away: Tarawera, Tauhara and Patuauki to the north and Ruapehu and Ngaruahoe to the south.
Many children were born to Tongariro and Pihanga including one, Panitahi, who looked very different to the others. Gossip and innuendo flowed across the landscape until Tongariro, suspicious of his friend Taranaki, decided to lay a trap.
Pretending to be asleep, he caught his friend and his wife in a tender embrace. Tongariro erupted in a gigantic rage that was heard around the world. Huge explosions tore the landscape apart. The crater formed from the largest explosion would eventually fill with water, becoming the lake we know today as Lake Taupo.
Remembering what happened to Pihanga during the previous battles, Taranaki chose not to engage with Tongariro, but retreated instead. Gathering up Panitahi, he fled heartbroken to the west, guided by the stone Te Toka Rauhoto Tapairu.
As he fled, he carved out a deep scar in the landscape.
On reaching the sea, Pouakai — one of five west coast mountains — spread out her arms to comfort Taranaki until the setting sun transfixed him to the spot. He has remained there to this day, with Panitahi at his side, and the guide stone who now resides at Puniho Pa, south of New Plymouth.
In time, Tongariro settled down and began to weep for his lost friend, his tears filling the scar in the landscape that today we know as the Whanganui River.
It is thought that one day the guide stone will release Taranaki to return to his true love, Pihanga.
True love really can move mountains. But for the moment, the mountains sleep.
This week, the challenge is either 200 stitches in designs that match the letters SPEW (society for the protection of elvish welfare) of which I could get 10 points – Shakespeare’s Fairies & a Wentzler design as I have nothing I can think of that is P or E – or I could get the same points for 300 stitches in a penalty. I’m going for the penalty, as again I’m time poor this week. The plan is to work on Mermaid of Atlantis, because she’s my “take anywhere” project and I’m loving how she is working out, especially now I’ve converted half the fish to GAST threads. I’ll continue those thru her tail.
Have a good week!
Morning! Our week has been pretty good – MIL is back home (on oxygen permanently) but is more able to participate in family life, is great with her friends and we had a lovely Mother’s Day dinner (I cooked, but I left the cleaning J). Ms Louise chose flowers for both of us & did a lovely, slightly unconventional, job of it.
Mase had Book Week and on Friday, dressed as Calvin and Tiggr “dressed” as Hobbes. Yep, we’re all about the classics in our house! On the redeeming front, Zac is chosing to read & study To Kill a Mockingbird.
Last week there were two challenges in #magicalstitches. One was “select a part” & for myself, rather than visit ten stores in Hogsmeade and do 100 stitches/short story on what I “brought”, I chose to visit one shop. I’m focusing on the huge boring-ish blocks of colour in Shakespeare’s Fairies, as it’s harder to go off track while life distracts me. I made up some story that I was poor, as my Muggle parents were intimidated at Gringots and asked for 10 knuts instead of galleons, and put in 1022 stitches in at Gladrags Wizardwear.
There was also a Full Moon pop-up (for Remus Lupin). 30 stitches on dark (side of the moon), 30 on light (the side we see) and 30 on animal. I ended up doing 143 overall (instead of leaving threads hanging) on the Cloudsfactory We’re All Mad Here biscornu. That cat is creepy.
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