This showed up in my Facebook memories from 2023 - Standing on Parliament grounds - carving by husband Sam Hauwaho and his team. #Whakairo

Now I know why I've never been able to let it go- until today 🫰🏼💕 #Taaniko #Weaving_for_whanau

My son, Taonui (metal fabricator by trade - artist at heart) couldn't find a fire guard that fit around his fireplace so - he made one.

A new kete to add to the collection

I found the little model that my husband, Sam Hauwaho, made before he started the Taurapa - which stands at the Pito-one end of Te Ara Tipua. I'm going to find a place for it in our home #ToiMaori #Whakairo #Legacy #TeAraTipua

It's been a while since I've spent time with my Kaitaka. Pain is a hōhā. It's great to be back 😊 #Muka #Whatu #I_Weave_I_Breathe

My sore hand has stopped me from weaving but not from creating. #Hue #Stars

Honoured to have done this

My youngest mokopuna of 11 mokopuna is now 1. Im hoping his kai will make it to his mouth soon

To be worn. That's what we weave for. Wiremu Moeahu wearing one of my mums Kahukiwi. Puti Olsen wearing one of my Piupiu. My son in law, Reihana Rapira wearing one of my pieces

Awarded tonight to Puti Olsen of Te Kapa Haka o Pukeātua 💛 #Muka_Totara #Tu_Te_Maungaroa #Te_Kapa_Haka_o_Pukeatua #Tuhoe_Ki_Poneke #Te_Papa_Tongarewa

Sam had cause to go to the Beehive. He wasn't overly excited. But he got to see his mahi. It's still standing

Have just returned from the Tangihanga for Ta Hirini Moko Mead. For over 20 yrs he generously gave of his time.We spent many hours talking about weaving, art, teaching. I will miss his wisdom & unwavering interest in mine and Sams life of Māori Art & care of us & of our whanau. Kia au to moe Matua😢💜

Lol. Even my Papa didnt have a degree. BTW this is Papa and Sams work inside the Beehive. The doors to the Select Committees room. No degrees needed

The amount of racism and ignorance in this country is astounding. I chose to not black out the names of these Poo crumbles who posted these comments. I'm glad Sam and I don't mix with these sorts of people. They're ugly. They're ignorant. Im proud of him and of his work

So, to see him reading these comments was heartbreaking. I actually yelled at him (and I never yell) to ignore the comments and shut his phone off. He chose to shut the World 'off' and he went to bed at 5.30pm.

A thread about skill, knowledge, pride..... And complete ignorance I'm proud of the 38 years my husband Sam has dedicated to his art (Whakairo) and the years he spent learning under my dad. Sam works hard. Te Ara Tupua could be seen to be his legacy piece. It will outlast him

My daughter Ellie is back on the paintbrush

Ki taku uma piri ai - a patchwork quilt I made in honour of my mum, Erenora

My little brother, Len designed this awning at the Petone end of Te Ara Tupua. He based it on a Manu tukutuku our mum made and had suspended over the drive leading to her and dads art studios. Very proud of the bro for remembering our mum this way. She would be flapping her Angel wings 💛

So proud of husband Sam. The photos I've seen online of his carvings along Te Ara Tupua are stunning 😍

When Sam was made redundant, builder son and his tradie siblings built Sam a carving space. Today, builder son started carving with his dad. Sam is happy. I'm a little jealous. I thought this son was going to be my weaver. I'm happy for them though. Does my heart good

Dawn ceremony - blessing of Te Ara Tupua. I'm so proud of my Sam. Today, I saw his carving for the first time. It made me catch my breath. This is the last piece my dad helped Sam design. He would be so proud of his son in law 💙

My son Taonui - Metal fabricator by trade - Artist at heart created a Toki. His little brother Te Kurapa (Electrican by trade - Artist by heart) did the lashing

Memories of lockdown 2020: Every year that this video has popped up in my memories, I'm reminded of the time I spent cocooned in the 'nest' with my family

My Ellie has added to her range of handpainted products Plumber by trade. Artist by blood

At one of my dads Marae (Hirangi, in Turangi) Weaving the Kākahu to honour him. As I weave. I look at his thumb print, that is now forever on my hand and know he's with me in all that I do. I weave, I breathe, I remember, I honour.

I've returned home to Hirangi Marae 4 times over past 10 months to teach my cousins to weave Pureke.This was the scene yesterday. The Kaihoe of the Waka my dad carved for his people will be clothed in these Pureke. I also had time to weave the cloak honouring my dad

I actually did have a big fat cry - adding a few tears to this Kākahu. Then, I just got on with it. My hands found their rythym quickly and I'm onto row six. I'm happy with that. Papa would be happy that I'm not being a sook all day