In the Backbencher, surrounded by puppets, I watched the All Blacks win the Rugby World Cup.
The next morning the Fanzone was already being deconstructed.
A very cheerful mural near the Wondapartment. I do not think it constitutes graffiti.
I saw the All Blacks victory parade & Brad Thorn raising the Web Ellis cup.
I look out for this little guy every time I walk to work the Wakefield Street way.
My first ever blood test. Yes, first ever. I have always been remarkably healthy. Even this one was just routine.
I bought studded loafers. Indeed I did.
Graffiti near the wondapartment. Craig & I were headed to the supermarket for dinner. We ended up buying pizza.
Sunlight fingers through the clouds on the walk to work.
The decor in the Eastbourne Women’s Club cracks me up.
My keep cup arrived. I call it Kat.
(it’s because of the turquoise)
Headed out to Eastbourne for the last time for a long while.
A strange strange day. But! There are posters everywhere for John Waters’ one-man show. I’m so excited.
Craig and I went out to see the Devil’s Tongue flower. It smells like rotting meat and only flowers once every seven years. I’ve wanted to see one for years now.
I was mildly disappointed. We may have just caught it when the smell was waning (it comes in waves) but it didn’t really smell like anything, save perhaps compost. But I am glad I saw it.
It has just turned Sunday morning. Craig is just about sleeping but I? I am sitting in our giant brown chair (far too giant for our miniature wondapartment) sipping water and listening to the city outside.
It is full of heels on pavement, this Sunday morning, the drunken bawl of men & keen of women. The low thrum of the traffic. The far off bass of a covers band. Laughter and broken glass. In a few hours the streets will smell foetid & worn.
The city is making the most of tonight.
So am I.
Sitting cool & quiet. Sipping water, bare legged, I am content.
(I could be out there. Often I am. But not tonight.)
But you’re so damn pretty.
Stuck all the way out in Eastbourne for rehearsal. At least the weather put on a show.
I like catching the architectural features most people miss.
Eastbourne again. This time for sunset.
This dinosaur lives on my computer monitor. He falls down at least four times a week. Half of those times he falls into cold coffee.
I bought a new iPhone sticker. And it’s not one based on a photo I took. What is wrong with me?
Nothing. This one is pretty.
Met my favourite former colleague for a lunch date. The overly attentive waiter bought me a new glass of wine each time mine was down to only 1/3 full. This photo is the panicked result.
We managed to squeeze more than 30 people into our teeny tiny flat for a birthday party/flatwarming.
There were a lot of empties on Saturday morning.
When the inimitable Gala Darling asked what websites for New Zealand Jewellery there was only one answer I could give
There’s really only one, always and forever, my favourite is Meadowlark.
(Although Karen Walker jewels are fab too)
This weekend, the DAY BEFORE MY BIRTHDAY, Meadowlark made their latest collection available for pre-order. I died just a little as I flicked through it and DID NOT ORDER ANYTHING.
I did however add a few things to my wishlist.
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Bone Bow cocktail ring.
But I have not decided if I would prefer rose or smoky quartz.
Photo from Superette.
Faceted and Bone Bow charm bracelets.
But of course, things like dental work and Irish passports and rent, the small things, take precedence. So my every-growing collection of Meadowlark jewels (it’s a bit of a sickness) will have to wait just a little while longer.
I hate being a grown up sometimes.
I own at least one piece from every single collection save for two.
p.s. I believe this goes without saying but this is NOT a sponsored post. The adoration is completely my own.
Hiking around Wellington delivering letters. In the rain.
A terrible day and a terrible photo.
Today was the day I found out that mystery flowers are amazing for … about an hour.
Then they become very very creepy.
I spent the evening playing photographer. So much fun.
Looking back to the Valley. But only at the odd odd clouds.
I turned twenty-SO OLD.
I was so excited to finally be living in town.
My new commute was just beautiful.
Sometimes seals choose the Wellington waterfront to recuperate. This one was adorably sleepy.
The sky is bright neon in the seconds before sunrise.
Magazines. I try to like them but I just … do not. They are too pricey for my taste.
New Zealand’s Navy (yes, all of it) was in town. The sun was out and the city was full of sailors.
Lillies at Joe’s Garage – there for a family brunch.
Self portrait: in the sun, slightly hungover.