365 in 2013

365 in 2013

Sunday: Visitor cat trying to make a new life in my laundry fort
Hanging out home alone when a loud meow came from the front door. This cat, who it turns out I also photographed in June, scooched inside and wandered about my house for five minutes while I tried, in vain, to herd him out. After trying to make a new life in my laundry fort, I finally managed to make him leave.

Monday: leaving the present til the last minute is sometimes my downfall. Thankfully not this time!
I left this present, one of the most dear to me, until possibly a little close to the last minute. But it arrived and it was perfect.

Tuesday: dark wood, silver jewellery
My silver rings, mainly Meadowlark lives in one silver lined bowl on my dresser. I really must organise it more.

Wednesday: Christmas Day Trivial Pursuits
Christmas Day! Family times at Trinity with Trivial Pursuits and petanque and wine.

Thursday: MENACES! Across from my street
MENACES! This graffiti is across the road from my street. I’m sure that’s a coincidence.

Friday: dead city
The weather was quiet and the city was dead. I headed out to the supermarket but otherwise did not leave my bed.

Saturday: I would dearly like one of these Baddies t-shirts
I would dearly like one of these Baddies t-shirts. But the year of austerity beckoned.

Sunday: rain and a good book
I purchased this book after brunch. The rain that afternoon and the next day meant I finished it in around 27 hours. Plus, it’s rather engrossing.

Monday: rain and my lounge
I spent the day in my living room with Wake and this orchid. Unrelated.

Tuesday: the final day of 2013! And it was sunny!
The final day of 2013. I headed up the coast to Hokio Beach and a beach house far from cell service let alone wifi. The sun and the wind were out in force.
I saw in the New Year with aging hippies, someone more-than-lovely, and a lot of wine. Woodsmoke and seasalt and a smile on my face.


2013 in review

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 26,000 times in 2013. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 10 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

NZ Tattoo and Art Convention, New Plymouth

On a sunny Friday afternoon, four friends and I headed four and a half hours up the North Island to New Plymouth for the annual Tattoo and Art convention.

Friday: on the road to New Plymouth

We ate at a cute wee cafe, the Federal Store, it was perfect until I realised that each word ending in S on the sign also had a possessive apostrophe. Then it was almost better.

Cutest wee cafe - the Federal Store

I adore the diversity of the crowd at the convention; there were young people with tattoos, old people with tattoos, people without tattoos, families with young children, families with old children, rockabilly, punk, goth, bogan, middle class, gay, straight. We were all there.

Overlooking the festival

Saturday: Nicole Draeger hard at work

Dude getting stabbed

Prints for sale

Sunday: purchasing a print by Amanda Cain

Booths at the festival

After 9 hours over two days at the festival the five of us came home with five tattoos amongst us. Of course three of those tattoos were on me.

And a big fuck off dagger. By Dan Smith!

Dan Smith stabbed this dagger into my arm.

Getting the stencil on - Dan Smith tattooing me (Photo by Mark Harris)
photo by Mark Harris

Yes, he is the kiwi guy from LA Ink. Yes, I did book in early – I emailed in April for an appointment in November. Yes, it was worth it. Yes, that’s my forearm.

"A ship is safe in harbour, but ships were not meant for that" tattoo by William P Brown

A ship is safe in harbour, but ships are not made for that. Last minute flash tattoo by William P Brown from Shanghai Charlie’s in Sydney.

Wearing my heart on my sleeve. By Tilly Dee

Wearing my heart on my sleeve. Smitten by Tilly Dee from Mimsy’s Trailer Trash Tattoo in Brisbane.

Au Revoir Mt Taranaki

ABC of Books

I’ve been busy. Super busy. With lovely lovely life stuff but still, busy. Out every night, I can’t remember the last time I ate at home, what do my lounge and kitchen even look like anymore kind of busy. The kind of busy where posting my 365 in 2013 photos falls to the side.

Tomorrow I am headed to New Plymouth with four friends for a small small road trip, two nights in a bach in Bell Block, and the tattoo festival in between.

So I’ll be back. Soon. With a lot of photos. In the meantime, you can read this survey I found on Nova’s blog.

Thursday: books like this and wrists like mine make me glad for e-readers

Author you’ve read the most books from:
I’ve read every book Jon Ronson, Bill Bryson, and Mary Roach have ever written.

Best Sequel Ever:
Fingers crossed it’s Doctor Sleep. I’ve yet to start but I’m hopeful.

Currently Reading:
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt, NOS4RTU by Joe Hill, Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi, and The Rehearsal by Eleanor Catton. I’m barely ever reading one book at a time.

Drink of Choice While Reading:
Coffee! Always coffee. Sometimes whisky.

E-reader or Physical Book:
I use both, and am a fan of both. I certainly don’t think e-readers will be the death of books.
I use the kindle app on my phone when there’s a book I want to read immediately (The Goldfinch. I read a review and had it open on my phone 2 minutes later), or a book so long I would struggle to hold it (I had such trouble with the hard copy of Wolf Hall), or so I can read a few pages over lunch or in line without having to carry a book with me at all times.
That being said, I love the heft of a good book. I love well-worn pages. I love the smell of second hand bookstores. I love full bookshelves.

Sunday: book fair

Fictional Character You Probably Would Have Actually Dated In High School:
Oh I have no idea. Someone horrifically inappropriate. Humbert Humbert?

Glad You Gave This Book a Chance:
Fatherland by Thomas Harris. An interesting premise, a boring beginning, but I loved it by the end.

Hidden Gem Book:
The Rehearsal by Eleanor Catton. I haven’t finished it yet but I am simply adoring her turn of phrase.

Important Moment in your Reading Life:
My mother.
She insisted that if I was to order a ‘junk’ book from the Scholastic pamphlet, I also had to order something ‘worthy.’ She also insisted that I read for 30 minutes before bed. These things, combined with not really being allowed the TV on during the day but being allowed to read if we wanted, led to a voracious appetite for books, for which I will be eternally grateful.

Just Finished:
Hyperbole and a Half by Allie Brosh. I read it over an afternoon, it’s a quick but highly entertaining read.

Thursday: accidental over ordering

Kinds of Books You Won’t Read:
Maeve Binchy, Marian Keyes et al. Conversely, Lee Child et al.

Longest Book You’ve Read:
Wolf Hall by Hilary Mantel. It was pretty hard going, but worth it, and I enjoyed Bring Out the Bodies a lot more as a result.

Major book hangover because of:
Honestly, I don’t remember. I did get infuriated at the ending of The Marriage Plot by Eugenides but I don’t think rage counts as a hangover.

Number of Bookcases You Own:
One. If I want to travel sometime in the next two-three years, I don’t want to have to deal with more than a bookshelf of books.

One Book You Have Read Multiple Times:
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, It by Stephen King, The Power of One by Bryce Courtenay, Helter Skelter by Vincent Bugliosi.

Preferred Place To Read:
Sitting pretzeled into the chair we used to own, by the window in the flat where we used to live. It was the perfect size for me to sit sideways and the windowsill held my coffee.
Now I make do with the sofa in the lounge or sitting up on my bed. I don’t have a good spot to read at the moment.

Second hand books

Quote that inspires you/gives you all the feels from a book you’ve read:
The first page of Lolita. I can recite it almost from heart

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Did she have a precursor? She did, indeed she did. In point of fact, there might have been no Lolita at all had I not loved, one summer, a certain initial girl-child. In a princedom by the sea. Oh when? About as many years before Lolita was born as my age was that summer. You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, exhibit number one is what the seraphs, the misinformed, simple, noble-winged seraphs, envied. Look at this tangle of thorns.

Reading Regret:
The Marriage Plot by Jeffrey Eugenides. Ugh.

Series You Started And Need To Finish (all books are out in series):
The Hitchhikers’ Guide to the Galaxy. I still haven’t read the last book.

Three of your All-Time Favourite Books:
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov, Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier, Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides.

Beautiful font

Unapologetic Fangirl For:
Mary Roach

Very Excited For This Release More Than All The Others:
I don’t really have anything I’m waiting for, though I have read the first two of the Guillermo del Toro & Chuck Hogan novels and would quite like to find out what happens in the third.

Worst Bookish Habit:
Turning over the corner of a page to mark my place.

Your latest book purchase:
The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt

ZZZ-snatcher book (last book that kept you up WAY late):
The Fault in our Stars. Kept me up and made me cry all the tears.

Wednesday: signed up for a library card

365 in 2013

365 in 2013

Sunday: guinness cake and card for my pops
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.

Monday: I adore these orchids
I love these orchids we were given when we settled on our house. I wonder when they will die.

Tuesday: teeniest garden
Teeniest garden. Teeniest leaves.

Wednesday: alley way on the walk home
Ominous alleyway on the way home. I’ve never taken these stairs. I don’t think I ever will.

Wednesday: Foxglove post-artopening
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.

Friday: sick day
Sick day. While the sun blazed outside. Worst combination ever.

Saturday: civic square
I needed fresh air. I went and sat in Civic square and drank a coffee.

Sunday: flowers in Thorndon
Flowers in Thorndon. I met up with friends for coffee.

Monday: cooking paleo. Ish
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: one of those days
Tuesday. It was one of those days. It always seems to be on a Tuesday.

Wednesday: rain all of the rain
We were promised apocalyptic storms. It just rained. A lot. But still …

Thursday: new Westpac sign
There’s a new Westpac on Lambton Quay and they’ve used their logo as the W in Welly. It’s quite cute.

Friday: blue skies and old buildings
Blue sky, blue building, blue heart.

Saturday: rings on her fingers and bells on her toes
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)


Beanie, glasses, and cricket face

Life, Death, and the number 13

Tattoo time!


Two nights ago I told a friend I could do with less death around me for a bit.
It’s a very strange time to be in my life and head at the moment.

On Saturday Craig and I went to an engagement party for two of my favourite people.
On Sunday the family cat, the one we thought might actually live forever, finally died.

I’m very very excited about an upcoming trip to Auckland to see more of my favourite people, eat brunch, and get tattooed.
I’m very much regretting that, in the not too distant future, Craig and I may be flying to Auckland for a family funeral.

Monday was the day of the funeral for one of my cousins. Monday was the day Craig and I had been together thirteen years.

Right up until Sunday afternoon I was trying to decide if I would travel to Palmerston North for my cousin’s funeral. It’s difficult, sometimes, to be so close to many of my cousins and yet so distant from others. I felt no real connection to this deceased person, I doubt I could have picked them out of a line up, but they are blood relatives. Actual cousins. In the end I decided that I wouldn’t go. It was rough but I think I made the right decision for me.

I could do with less death around me for a bit.

I made a thing.

I made a thing! (Misshaped due to hand, I swear)

I really really was not sure that I would ever finish anything when I started knitting. I thought it might have been like all those other times and as soon as I had to do anything more than a straight stitch, I’d balk and run away.

But look! I made a hat! It has a pom pom and I can even fit it on my head!


(that first bump was when I picked it up after two weeks away from knitting. The other bump was when I was knitting while watching a very tense tv episode.)

This is most frustrating

This is most frustrating.

I had wanted to post my regular 365 in 2013 photos and also tell you about changing my job and, you know, BUYING A HOUSE, but Flickr decided to lock me out of my account for 12 hours.

So you will have to wait. I’m sorry. Here I am surprising you with buying a house and then … nothing.

Well. Not quite nothing.
Please enjoy these instagram photos of our new apartment.


(I pretty much wandered through open homes asking myself “but is this place instagrammable enough?”)

Bowls, Babes, and Beers

9 days ago (what? I forgot to hit publish!) I went bowling.


Like, old person bowling.


It was not as much like pétanque as I had hoped.


But we played & cheered & drank ridiculously priced booze and it really wasn’t that bad after all.






365 in 2013

365 in 2013

Sunday: Pink tips on my hair
The purple wasn’t fading fast enough so I just put bright PINK over the top.

Monday: I love that 26C (78F) is a 'heatwave' in Wellington
I love that 26C (78F) is a ‘heatwave’ in Wellington

Tuesday: I do quite like these map cushions
I really quite like these cushions.

Wednesday: up early? to go for a run?
Up early to go for a run before work.

Thursday: Bard in the Yard
Co-opted into taking a few last-minute photos for Bard in the Yard.

Friday: hate the clothes in the window, love the DIY aesthetics
I hate the ‘I sleep with’ t-shirts in the window but I do like the DIY aesthetic of the sign.

Sunday: Bowls
13 friends and I headed out to Newtown to play bowls and drink very very cheap alcohol.