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On Butterfly Wings

As you may know Nicola and I are both designer-makers in our own right and Cauliflower exists to showcase our own work as well as that of other new Zealand based makers. Our days alternate between manning Cauliflower and working. We are lucky enough to be able to work from home here in Havelock North. But working alone from home can be quite isolating and so I often start the day with coffee in a cafe. It allows me a small space in which to clear my head after the initial morning rush, scribble down any thoughts I may have and plan my day ahead. But there is more. By choosing a locally owned business I am returning money to...

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The Winning Flag

Its Targa rally weekend in Havelock North.  The business association kindly handed out flags to all the shops and cafes.  For days we tried to come up with a different way of using the flag and got nothing.  Then I realised why -  I just could not handle the fact that it was a nylon flag.  I am a natural girl and like natural things. (You can check some out over here)  

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Cauliflower Building Blocks Part Five - Markets

Yet again I set of to write on a particular topic and ended up down a rabbit hole.  This post was meant to be just a little piece about the Village markets, instead the more I thought about what to write it ended up as a post about another of Cauliflower's building blocks.  There is no denying that the roots of Cauliflower are firmly fixed in our experiences of artisan markets.  I will save the celebration of the abundance of little markets in Havelock North for another day It can all be traced back to selling honey with my bee keeping Dad at local markets.  Back then I made all my kids clothing when they were tiny, and it seemed logical...

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Service

8 am. As I entered the Village Green Cafe there was a difficult order being taken at the counter and the queue was building. As I waited I could see the barista, frustrated without orders coming through, eyeing up the growing line. Minutes later she appeared at the queue with coffees for each person in turn starting at the front. If we had change she would accept the money, if not it was “just pay on your way out” or “next time will do”. The barista was of course the owner of that coffee shop and being a small town she recognised each of us and what we usually ordered. As the large corporations and multinationals continue to erode our...

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