It was Father’s Day. I bought my dad a flagon of beer, made a chocolate-guinness cake, and gave him a card that referenced Biggie. You wish your dad was this cool.
I love these orchids we were given when we settled on our house. I wonder when they will die.
Teeniest garden. Teeniest leaves.
Ominous alleyway on the way home. I’ve never taken these stairs. I don’t think I ever will.
I felt like I was coming down with something but went to a friend’s exhibition anyway. Then we went to Foxglove for another glass of wine.
Sick day. While the sun blazed outside. Worst combination ever.
I needed fresh air. I went and sat in Civic square and drank a coffee.
Flowers in Thorndon. I met up with friends for coffee.
Craig is eating 80% paleo and I’m trying to support him. It means we end up with unusual ingredients for our usual cupboard.
Tuesday. It was one of those days. It always seems to be on a Tuesday.
We were promised apocalyptic storms. It just rained. A lot. But still …
There’s a new Westpac on Lambton Quay and they’ve used their logo as the W in Welly. It’s quite cute.
Blue sky, blue building, blue heart.
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, she shall have music wherever she goes.
(This is a very sedate ring-day for me)