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My leg, @simonerl flash, stabbed by @richardwarnocktattoo at @twohandstattoo (photo by Richard as well) #witchlife #feeshlifeStabbed by the fab @richardwarnocktattoo today

Oh hi there
I know I’ve been tremendously lax with updating with much of anything of any substance (last weekend my own mother told me she doesn’t bother checking this site anymore – the outrage!) but believe me when I say I have every single excuse under the sun.

I took the loophole days of leave (3 days holiday pay for 10 days off in a row, thanks Jesus, thanks ANZACs) and despite having ten whole days off work I really don’t feel like I’ve had any kind of holiday. I spent the first three days packing my things in the slowest manner possible, the next day in a flurry of shifting and unpacking, then immediately flew to Auckland for two nights and a lot of wandering the city, and then back for a grey and rainy weekend in Wellington.
I mean, really. What does it take for me to relax? Longer than three days it seems.

But yes, I’ve moved house. I now live in a wee flat, still in Wellington, with flatmates and a wonky eared cat. It’s pretty excellent. I’m quite pleased.
I get to live with one of my favourite people.

I have also managed to lose the cable for my camera. I am still taking a photo each and every day, but I can’t share them just quite yet. Infuriating. I’m sure I packed it somewhere sensible in the move and then unpacked it somewhere equally sensible but can I find it? Of course I bloody can’t.

One of the absolute worst things? I took a million photos of cats at the SPCA a couple of weeks ago and all those photos are trapped on my camera too. I was going to show you cat faces!

Next time. If I find that damned cord.

First scarf day of 2014 #winterNew name necklace #sarahrose #cultofpersonality
We went adventuringThis girl though  #latergram


365 in 2014


Sunday: inadvertent lesbian graphic novel collection
Somehow I seem to have started a lesbian graphic novel collection. Accidentally.

Monday: St Patrick's Day
Watching my cousin (on the left, playing the bodhrán) on St Patrick’s Day.

Tuesday: Portraits on the way to knitting
I adore these portraits, pasted up advertising a photography exhibition. I was on my way to knitting.

Wednesday: sinks at Fork and Brewer
Blurry. Sinks at the Fork and Brewer after drinks with pals.

Thursday: yea! Be unique. Like everyone else.
Preach, Dr Seuss, preach.

Friday: egg and lion and lunchers
Eggs decorated by New Zealand artists popped up around Wellington. They were, I believe, to be auctioned off for charity. But some wonderful soul decided to destroy them instead. This is why we can’t have nice things.

Saturday: gay girls at the garden centre
Gay girls at the garden centre on a Saturday afternoon. Such a cliché.

Sunday: Big Day Dowse
Out to the Hutt for food at the Big Day Dowse and then to the drive in for Pulp Fiction.

Monday: brownies. That's all.
A Monday which called for brownies.

Tuesday: heading to drinks, downpour by the time we left
Heading to drinks under a cloudless sky. By the time we left (not late!) it was pouring with rain. Oh, Wellington.

Wednesday: working on that baby blanket
Working on that baby blanket!
(Jackson blanket by Holland Road)

Thursday: killer sun
It’s getting darker in the evenings. Winter is setting in.

Friday: all of the flags at work
Flags at work to celebrate … something. I wasn’t sure.

Saturday: errands with a pal
Running errands with a pal took us to storage in Thorndon and all the way out to Porirua.

Sunday: biscuit baking
A Sunday which called for biscuits.

Monday: love that vintage bottle
Love that vintage bottle.

Tuesday: Havana bar
Birthday drinks for a pal at Havana bar.

Wednesday: Molesworth Street. My hood
I’m spending more time down this end of town than ever before in my life.
I’m not mad about it.

Thursday: pretty pink box
Pretty Meadowlark box on my desk. Waiting to go home and hold my collection.

Friday: happy birthday Charlotte
A daisy and jaffas and treats – Charlotte’s (2)8th birthday party.

Saturday: photos for a pal
Hanging out in the Hutt taking photos.