Slipping into leopard print trousers like coming from the Hutt Valley just ain’t no thang.
The afternoon was rough and I met up with Laura for a drink at The Royal.
The only tupperware I own – and I bought it for the pretty colour. And because I’d had quite a bit of wine on a Sunday afternoon.
Friends felt like a #treatyoself dinner and I tagged along – it was delicious.
Sickly yellow bruising on my new tattoo.
Sometimes the mornings along the waterfront are just perfect. Even if I was running late.
Stay Classy, Courtenay Place.