Road Trip August 2008
Central North Island, New Zealand
The first time I ever had French Toast with Bacon and Maple Syrup. I can’t believe I ever doubted how amazing it tastes.
A teeny tiny overpriced coffee and the necklace that took tootoo long to be altered.
(chain shortened and split so it doesn’t run through the top of the horseshoe)
I went to watch the powhiri (maori greeting) for the King and Queen of Spain. Because really? how often do you see royalty?
It took 2 hours to get home on the train. Because it hit someone! they survived, thankfully, but the train & scene had to be inspected for a long long time before we could move on.
I yelled at a large man who was giving the train guard attitude whenever he updated us on the situation.
I pinched my skin with my GHDs for a second and watched as the blisters came up. The burn didn’t hurt for about 14 hours.
I helped Craig bake his first cake.
I walked home from my hair appointment, and paused by the rose gardens.
I love twitter.
The following exchange took place at 6am New Zealand time
I always worry that people who don’t know me will point and laugh.
Hence the hesitation. I shouldn’t have been so damned ridiculous.
Noone pointed and laughed. In fact? I received several compliments!
This is the best shot of the new necklace (kenneth jay lane via outnet.com) that sparked the idea for the Heidi hair.
Plus, I’d just seen an instructional video which gave me the secret to the Heidi braid*.
(note: the rarely seen 0g ear hole)
My hairstyle pretty much made my day today.
Thank you Wendy Brandes!
* The secret? You start the plaits at right angles to your head, like pippi longstockings but then plait them upwards, against your head. I always thought you just made plaited pigtails then folded them upwards and then scowled at the mess they made.
4 August 2008
Road Trip, North Island, New Zealand
It was just after terrible flooding.
These were supposed to be fields, not lakes.
Official welcome at Parliament
23 June 2009
I spent the day in bed attempting to ward off illness and watching Criminal Minds.
Craig returned from his long weekend racing cars. His dirty laundry safe in a bag.
I made Mexican Lasagne* for dinner. My pathetic wrists are too weak to hold the pan while constructing the lasagne. Craig helps out at that point.
I wore my new supercute shoes. They hurt. Because, despite the hidden platform, the heel is just a smidge taller than I can find comfortable. I will continue to wear them though! because look! they’re so damn cute.
Walking to the station at dusk.
These lights are at the entrance to the Beehive grounds.
(you can see it through the trees)
It was so so cold on Friday that I bought a coffee from the cart at the station in order to have something to warm my hands on my walk to work. And the coffee is really good.
Kitschy lights at the kitschy Uncle Chang’s restaurant in Wellington.
(Craig was on a nostalgia kick)
I’ve had a death cough all week.
* Mexican Lasagne
It’s essentially Chili Con Carne plus miscellaneous vegetables, in a casserole dish with Tortillas taking the place of the pasta in lasagne, each tortilla smeared in a little cream cheese (taking the place of béchamel sauce) and topped in grated cheese.
Then baked for a further 20 minutes. Deeeelicious.
Do we think that Craig will support me spending £1,837.49 on a completely amazing Monkey dress?
Christopher Kane – Cotton Monkey Dress
No. I don’t think so either.
But still, I covet that dress something horrid.
(703): fucking a dude
(703): i mean: fucking a, dude
(703): wow, that comma made all the difference there
I ♥ http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/
Leaving San Francisco
14 January 2008
Early morning and a car passing by.
A very long wait at LAX
(is there any other kind of wait at LAX?)
I took a photo of my Starbucks cup because I was so thrilled that I had been able to help out a couple from the UK, letting them know that my UK debit card had worked there so theirs should too.
Caffeine for everyone!
Sneaking a self portrait.
I was attempting to take them for 365 in 2008. I didn’t get very far.
Also? my hair! so short!
In the air above LA.
I find this photo absolutely terrifying. Give me London’s victorian sprawl any day (please?).
15 June 2008