Somehow I never make it to exhibitions until right before they close. This time it was Andy Warhol.
I walk past Zaika a lot and never before noticed their awning design.
Another house sitting week begins. Dawn through condensation windows.
Would a purple budgie candle be a frivolous purchase? That’s what I thought.
Watching politicians and coworkers playing Ripper Rugby. It’s a thing.
The amazing, astounding, inimitable Laura‘s cookbook was released. I braved Lambton Quay at lunch time to get one and, let me tell you, it was worth it.
Weatherproof paint in a not-so-weather-proof tin.
Crab Shack-ing it up for my baby sister’s 22nd birthday. It was amazing.
My weekday coffee shop, after hours.
Headed to a fancy bookshop for the official launch of the Hungry and Frozen cookbook.
Golden hour as I head to the finale of Back Benches.
Freezing cold rainy day faded into a freezing cold clear night.
Daffodil day. I really hate yellow flowers.
Craig checking out the growlers at Black Dog brewery. Shopping for Father’s Day.