365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: Brunch!
Sunday
I’ve been craving eggs benedict (I used to hate it) so Craig and I headed out to Petone for brunch.

Monday: last time in jeans for a week or so
Monday
Putting on my after-work jeans for the last time for a week – I can’t wear them while my tattoo is healing.

Tuesday: Bob Dylan's birthday is the day before my Father's
Tuesday
My pops is mildly Dylan-obsessed and born one day after the Tambourine Man. I bought him an updated biography and made this card. I amuse myself.

Wednesday: J.Crew dress arrived! from Aly. I love her.
Wednesday
My adorable friend Aly sent me a package from J.Crew I had sent to her aunt in California. She included some treats that she’d brought to the USA from London. It was a multi-international package.

Thursday: Gelissimo is Closed
Thursday
I wandered through the village in Eastbourne before rehearsal. It was mainly shuttered and dark.

Friday: My tattoo is scabby and tight. Blech.
Friday
My tattoo was scabby and tight. Not cool. But I love the colour. I love all of it.

Saturday: Ready for Craig's party
Saturday
Craig organised drinks for his birthday. We borrowed my parents dusty stereo and I made a playlist with a lot of Girl Talk.

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A confession​, an apology

Sisters

When I was younger, much younger, and horrible, really horrible, I was in a kitschy store with my mother and at least one of my two sisters.
Somehow I knew that they had just bought me a miniature teddy bear for my birthday.
The miniature teddy bears were a thing at the time and I have always liked miniature things. No idea why, and I hope desperately that I don’t become the kind of grown-ass woman who has a dollhouse*, but I always have.

I remember shoehorning into conversation that I didn’t mind what [they] got my for my birthday, as long as it WAS NOT a miniature teddy bear.
I don’t know why I said it** but it sickens me to this day. I was malicious for no good reason at all. I am ashamed that I ever acted that way*** and it kills me every time I remember. It really really hurts.
It is the first thing to fly out of my pandora’s box of my idea of self.

I am sorry.

To whichever of my darling sisters this was: I am sorry.
To both of my darling sisters: I am sorry. This is just one event, and I’m sure you have your own memories of when I was so hateful. I am sorry.
To my darling parents: I am sorry. You didn’t raise me this way, I don’t think.

This may be why my family seems to find it difficult to choose presents for me. Because deep inside I have it in me to be deliberately, maliciously, embarassingly hurtful.

I am sorry.

* not that there’s anything necessarily WRONG with this, it’s just not how I see myself. Same with ladies who wear clothes featuring cartoon animals. I can’t stomach it.

** I suspect it’s tied up with the whole thing of being the eldest child in my family, and therefore the most “grown-up”. A miniature teddybear was “babyish” and I was above such things. Like the one time I went to disneyland (1995) and ended up getting a CD of the Lion King soundtrack while my sisters got stuffed animals (bambi and thumper), I had wanted a stuffed animal too but at age 11 was expected to be older than such nonsense.

*** I am sure things like this happened more frequently but this one sticks in my mind. I’m writing this in an email at work, teary-eyed and ridiculous. I should be older than this nonsense.

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: Weatherbomb
Sunday
The rain fell and fell and fell. We flooded, just a little. It was a weatherbomb.
Yet, by the time I went to rehearsal, it was sunny.

Monday: Meeting up with a former coworker
Monday
Headed out to The Royal to meet up with a former coworker for a lot of talking and a little bit of wine.

Tuesday: Eastbourne for Rehearsal
Tuesday
I headed out to rehearsal. A little glad I had not planned to fish or swim.

Wednesday: Home by 5:30!
Wednesday
We left Wellington promptly and, for the first in what felt like a long time, I was home before it was even a little bit dark.
(I also really like this photo)

Thursday: coworker graduates
Thursday
We took 10 minutes out from Budget Day to go and see a coworker parade past in his cap and gown.

Friday: lights left on
Friday
The lights are on and it’s after 5 on a Friday.

Saturday: Filming with ICW boys for V48HRS 2011
Saturday
I helped out the ICW Productions boys with their V48HRS Film. Possibly called Dirty Laundry, possibly Sock-erpunch, it is a surreal kind of funny.
I played a neighbour.

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Saturday Morning

Talking about what I cannot talk about

Penny Foggo (so you can see it better)

I have said it time and time and time again on this darling little site, I know, but I am going to say it again: I do not talk about my work on my website.
So I’ve been kind of silent lately.
Work has been busy and hard and stressful. But I have been supported by coworkers (former and current), by friends, and by family. By people I barely know on the internet. My support has been less a safety net (full of holes) and more a giant cushion (this is a complicated metaphor and I don’t like it very much. BUT IT STAYS, a half glass of wine has spoken). Which is lovely.

And yesterday I signed a brand new contract for a role I am excited about and which I pretty much helped write. So I’m set for a while. I hope. Unless it all gets weird again. Oh lord.

In summary: it sucked, I cried, people were lovely, I cried, I have a new (but also not-new) job, I didn’t cry.
Wine all around!

Oh and the photo up there? completely and utterly unrelated. It’s just my new necklace.
I stalked this necklace around Wellington. My darling sister told me about one that she loved (cream ceramic bones and gold chain) and I loved the idea (but not the colours. We may both be brown-haired and brown-eyed but I am a winter and she is a … not winter. Autumn? perhaps).
The very next day I saw a girl in a completely different part of the city wearing one. Then the following weekend I saw a girl wearing one with pink bones and silver chain and I was smitten. THE UNIVERSE WANTED ME TO HAVE THIS NECKLACE.

I googled and googled and googled and good LORD but there are a LOT of ceramic bone necklaces in the internet universe.
Twitter told me the designer was a New Zealander called Penny Foggo. I emailed the store and begged them to order one for me. And just last week? the horrible week? it arrived. I love it.

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: decorated bin in Eastbourne
Sunday
I do quite enjoy the art on the rubbish bins around in Eastbourne.

Monday: Craig in lovely light
Monday
This wall is one of my least favourite parts of Park Place but every so often, when the light falls just right, it works.

Tuesday: red sky in the morning?
Tuesday
My office has an amazing view but sometimes I only get to see it at dawn and dusk.

Wednesday: another view of the harbour
Wednesday
Another dawn. This time with added mist.

Thursday: leaving the office late
Thursday
A hard week at work. Leaving the office late and waiting for public transport.

Friday: Late Dinner.
Friday
I managed to eat dinner on Friday night. For only the third time this week. I was terrible at being a grown up.

Saturday: new necklaces. Penny Foggo and Dolomite.
Saturday
Additions to my wall of necklaces: dolomite pendant from my lovely family, and pink ceramic bones by Penny Foggo.
I love them both.

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Philtrum
Exhausted.

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: Postboxes on the way to Rehearsal
Sunday
Headed round to the hamlet-esque Eastbourne for rehearsals.

Monday: Calm Harbour on the way to Tattoo
Monday
The harbour was as calm as my nerves were jangly on the walk to my tattoo appointment.

Tuesday: Redundant
Tuesday
Everything was shaken at work. It was a long draining day.

Wednesday: Dreary morning on a dreary day.
Wednesday
I didn’t need to go to the supermarket but I couldn’t face heading straight to the office.

Thursday: Beehive at Night. Perhaps for the last time.
Thursday
I stayed late on what was possibly my last day working at Parliament.
I wish I could elaborate but I don’t talk about my work online.

Friday: Macro flower - from a coworker
Friday
A macro shot of the beautiful hot-pink daisy a coworker bought me on what was possibly my last day. So sweet.

Saturday: Guacamole Fixings
Saturday
I love the colours of guacamole all lined up in a row. It’s one of the few times that the primary green of our bench top doesn’t make me cringe.

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Pre Tattoo Nerves
Straight hair and nerves before my tattoo appointment.

Tattoo Number Seven – St Paul’s Cathedral

When I’ve been asked what I planned for my seventh tattoo my answer was … generally longer than a tweet. I eventually whittled it down to: a traditional style reinterpretation of “St Paul’s during the blitz” inside an ornate gold frame with traditional roses underneath. Which is only 130 characters long. But kind of confusing.

St Pauls AND the Millennium Bridge

The idea for this tattoo came to me fully formed last November

It’s no secret that I adore London. It was London which made me believe in the ridiculous Carrie-Bradshaw-esque notion of falling in love with a city. St Paul’s Cathedral is at the centre of my London.

It was crossing the Millennium Bridge with my hands clasped round a coffee and that Dome in my sights when I couldn’t keep from breaking into a wide wide smile.

St Paul'
St Paul’s during the Blitz – photo by Herbert Mason

I’ve loved the photo of St Paul’s during the Blitz by Herbert Mason for … as long as I can remember.

It was used as symbol of resilience, to show that – even as late as 1940 – London could not be brought low by destruction. What was not then well known was that St Paul’s was assiduously protected by local forces and citizens alike.

It’s a beautiful image and a beautiful sentiment. But I digress (SHOCKING, I KNOW).

Tattoo drawing, held down by bunnies

I chose a frame to anchor the image, to make it stand alone as a tattoo. The roses link it from my right arm to my right side to my left thigh. And just because I love traditional tattoo style roses.

Jeremy Gill from Tattoo Machine did all the work and he was amazing. I loved the drawing and when he freehanded the smoke? It was kind of terrifying. He really was moving the machine like he was using a coloured pencil. Blech.
I ended up bleeding quite a lot.
And despite all of that? it wasn’t really all that painful.

Freshly Done

All wrapped & gross looking

Cleaned and bepanthaned

Twelve days from now he’s going to add the colour. I can’t wait.

And so, Saint Paul joins my other darling tattoos:
1. Cupcake
2. Crown
3. Rose
4. Sugarskull
5. Jitterbug Perfume
6. In Omnia Paratus

365 in 2011

Oh Darling 365

Sunday: shops were shut and the weather was horrid
Sunday
Easter Sunday – the shops were shut and the heavens opened so Craig and I cloistered ourselves inside Park Place.
I never like being inside for 24 full hours so I stepped outside between showers to take this photo.

Monday: another day off - I listed clothes on Trademe
Monday
Another holiday – I spent a good portion of it listing clothes on Trade Me.

Tuesday: a recent magazine at the Chippie
Tuesday
A recent (June 2007) magazine at the Chippie.

Wednesday: Finally got to see my tattoo drawing!
Wednesday
After work I made my way across town to see what Gill, my tattoo artist, had come up with.
I love love love what he’s done.

Thursday: leftover ANZAC wreaths
Thursday
Rain soaked wreaths from ANZAC day.

Friday: catching the last train home
Friday
Catching the penultimate train home in the middle of the royal wedding.

Saturday: Katy Perry Shatter
Saturday
Life was all a bit too much so while Craig was out doing his own thing I stayed home and painted my nails and luxuriated in the quiet.

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B & W & Sideswept fringe