I walked walked walked in the sun and had a picnic in the park. It was lovely.
Labour Day, a holiday, I went out walking again (the sun was shining) and this time ended up at the Labour Day sales and coming away with … a lot of underwear. And these old school seamed stockings.
After a public holiday there is always so much extra work to do. And as such, I stayed late at work.
I’ve been tracking my jean size in the same store all year. In January I didn’t buy any because the size 14 was too small. And now? I just bought a size 10!
I think the last time I wore a size 10 was while Craig lived in Auckland. Meaning I would have been around 18/19.
(these are NZ sizes by the way)
Creeped out by the Pigeons at the train station snacking on old roast chicken.
I bought a bag to pack for Japan. We’re not going for that long and I want to pack as little as possible.
Then I got it home and realised it’s only twice the size of my every day handbag. I may have over estimated my packing-light abilities.
The plant that I am looking after for my baby sister has been looking decidedly dodgy ever since the painters came into our house. If it dies, I’m blaming them.
There will not be a weekly post next Sunday. And possibly not the Sunday after that.
On Friday Sir C and I are winging our way to Japan (JAPAN!) and while I think we do get back in to Wellington on a Sunday, it’s highly likely we will feel like death and I will have 7000 photos to sort.
But! I will still be taking a photo every single day so I can catch up upon our triumphant return.
Uss Missouri, Hawaii
I thought this lady was horrible & rude because you were only allowed 9 letters for a first name so I put down “SarahRose” and she got all snippity about the double capital letters, even after I explained that USUALLY, when ALLOWED, I put a hyphen between the two parts of my first name. JEEZ.
So I took this photo intending to be all horrid only to find, once completed, that she had BROKEN THE 9 LETTER RULE for me and thus, again, I was both ashamed and Sarah-Rose.
Then we tried Dippin Dots because, like Fluff ™, it (they?) was (were?) something I’d only ever heard about.
They were less delicious than I expected.
And our first real American hot dogs. I can’t believe it took us this long to get around to them.
(don’t get complacent. We followed THIS up with more looking-at-old-war-stuff)
I just can’t seem to shake this post-show exhaustion.
On Sunday the weather was horrible and so was my mood. Sigh.
I missed a protest outside of my workplace. I have no idea who this Peter Jansen is.
Portable library! The Frankie Photobook was won in a giveaway run by the darling Amber of code for something.
I lovelovelove the badge which came with the plate Sir C ordered through Trixie Delicious for me.
One of my legs has been coming up in (stress/exhaustion enduced) mysterious bruises. There are at least 2 more not pictured.
Thankfully I actually quite like my legs being all bruised. It makes me feel tough.
Most of these 350 posters in Wellington Railway Station make me roll my eyes. But this one I thought was pretty cute.
Sir C packed his little bags and flew up to Auckland to play mechanic to his Dad’s race-car-driver during the Targa.
At the peak of my post-show exhaustion.
Sunday afternoons are for photo editing.
A home tableau before a dress rehearsal.
Sometimes, about a third of the time, I quite like the quotes that Bennetts bookshop choose for their sign.
I had to work late, went straight from the work to the show, then I found this cute little ninja drawing in amongst the glitter.
It cheered me right up.
Costumes in the second act.
Ahhh the last work-show combination. I almost cried tears of relief.
I’ve been wearing a lot of clunky silver jewellery recently.
And yes, that’s one of the tops I tried on in Week 36.
This photo was taken after catching up on sleep, while wearing makeup, and still I have luggage under my eyes.
A week of being at home for only 8 hours a night (5.5 hours sleep)? catches up with a girl.
Hiding behind my hair and an unflattering dress in the Hutt News
Alternative Eclecticity Poster by Rajeev
(because who DOESN’T love explosions)
A whole day’s rehearsal later, Craig drives me home in the rain, a stranger is jogging.
I had to stay late at work & missed my train. It was freezing on the platform and I had 30 minutes to spare so a regular latte (one sugar) was called for.
The girls at Portmans are lovely. They helped me purchase my lay-by jacket then return it immediately then purchase it again. Because the sale price was 45 per cent of the lay-by price.
The first penguin book of the week.
A copy of The Art of War given to me by my darling Petra as a birthday present.
I think I might just keep it at work.
My birthday. I woke to birthday wishes from my baby sister as I wouldn’t see her until the evening.
The second penguin book of the week.
Sitting by my birthday bag (marc by marc jacobs!) and a testament to how much I’m loving the show Bored to Death.
Lingerie shopping with birthday vouchers and sale prices. Fate!
I think my favourite part of my birthday was the old photos that my baby sister hauled out and stuck up around the house.
She also made sure that Charlotte was present.
Oh and all the cupcakes.
My sister Charlotte tends to send me off kilter birthday cards
This year? even from London she managed it
Anyone would think we were related.
Edited to add:
Both my husband and baby baby sister bought me plates from the darling Trixie Delicious (Mutant and Bitch. Photos to follow!) for my birthday.
Perhaps I’m just predictable? Sigh.
Oh October, you are living up to my prophecy. And I suspect I will have a full blown ulcer by the time I am 26*. And perhaps my lungs will collapse under the sheer force of my sighing.
Of course, you are somewhat (ONLY SOMEWHAT) redeemed by the latest rehearsal for my Show (Eclecticity: the Revue**) as it turns out that the best part of being a teeny little cog in a huge machine of a show means that when the rehearsals get to run-through stage (we open in one week. ONE WEEK!) you still haven’t managed to see half the acts. I spent half the rehearsal giggling madly. The other half was spent trying to shove lines into my head but the giggling half was very enjoyable.
So! Come one, come all:
Please please please don’t judge the show by the poster.
The masses like the clip art joker and funky 1998 font.
This was my (DENIED) version:
* That would be TOMORROW. Eep.
** Electicity. As in Electic. And Icity. I don’t even pretend to get it beyond the whole “eclectic” thing.