One Careful Lady Owner

One Careful Lady Owner

‘I’m sorry, constable, it’s a rental. I’m not au fait with how it works’ is never a great opening line when you’ve been pulled over by the police.  In fact ‘I’m not au fait with …’ is probably a phrase best avoided when speaking to the police, period.  The poor Hastings cop, starting off his Friday night shift, had happened upon another example of my driving prowess.  5 minutes earlier, I’d been merrily driving along and pulled over to allow a police car to pass, as it was clearly in…

Ummm thanks: On How to Properly Receive a Compliment

Ummm thanks: On How to Properly Receive a Compliment

    My name is Freya Hill, and I have red hair. What more is there to say- it’s an objective fact. I was, in the words of Lady Gaga, born this way. I don’t spend much time thinking about the colour of my hair, and occasionally when I see photos of myself I think- oh yes, it’s quite red isn’t it. Red hair is a bit of a buzz point for some. I’ve spent years training my father that, if he must give me a hair-colour-inspired nickname, the correct…

Made With Love

Made With Love

I have never been so happy to see the beaming, smooth-skinned face of Nigella Lawson as I was last Thursday night.  In a hotel room in Dunedin without internet, I felt both cut off from my own life and usual means of communication, and overexposed to the news coverage of the Christchurch earthquake.   The news coverage was utterly necessary, important, and it goes without saying, heart-breaking and disturbing. But an episode of Nigella and her outrageously un- ‘Heart Foundation approved’ fare was much appreciated escapism. The Domestic Goddess was…