Our friendly little cult regained two travelling members so we gathered at Laundry for a lunch of burgers and laughing at the patriarchy.
Christmas exploded at the office.
For once it wasn’t my street sign that was broken. The uni students, it seems, aren’t quite all gone yet.
This guy! I love his work.
I was quite sad that Paul Walker died. I enjoy the Fast and the Furious movies both ironically and not.
Cult life Christmas dinner at the home of the inimitable Laura and Tim. Featuring hand-drawn menus by the glorious Kate. Bonus photo!
Met up with my sisters for drinks at the Vogue and Ragabond.
I auditioned for Romeo & Juliet. As sometimes happens, the director couldn’t cast me. Next time!
Dashing by to get some Hungry and Frozen cookbooks signed, I stopped to take a photo of this lovely sign.
The second half of a birthday present decided to leave it until the last possible moment to arrive. Frustrating. But at least arrive it did.
This car was advertising a clothing store. I’m not sure why it was parked exactly there, in that alley, but it looked pretty damn cool.
It was the night after quite a large party. I wasn’t sure how Wishbone knew but I didn’t like it.
Constructing a sign to take to Palmerston North to support a drummer pal, Libby, and her pipe band.
That’s Libby, closest to the camera, and the rest of the Manawatu Scottish Pipe Band drum corps.