My stepmother’s friend Helen sat in my living room drawing a few weeks ago while we carted trailer loads of dirt about for the garden. A little dress of Rata’s was lying on the kitchen chair, as dresses of Rata often do, and she drew that. Worth a messy house? I think so.
(I took to planting lettuces today to calm my nerves with regards the Christchurch earthquake. It worked, until they started counting the dead… kia kaha to you all down south…)