Dear Skin, I hate you. XOXO Sarah-Rose

Itchitchitch.

It took 12 hours but eventually I succumbed to my nickel allergy and took off my darling new Georgina Baker necklace.



It's hard to tell, but the space formerly occupied by the shield is all (well, a little) red and angry.
My allergy manifests in gradual itching which gets slightly worse with each subsequent wear of the item, like my skin is yelling DON'T WANT! UNCLEAN UNCLEAN at me. Stupid skin.

I'd already spent ... some time this morning watching a show about Celebrity Near Death Experiences (seriously. It was on E!) and Dr-Frankenstein-ing the chain.


Bubbles! You can see them more clearly in the larger version, naturellement

And then this evening came PHASE TWO of saving my darling new necklace:


Clear nailpolish

Dear Skin,
I'm Kidding! I love you really. But please oh please quit being so damn high maintenance.
xoxo, Sarah-Rose

It's Wednesday Already??

Georgina Baker!



(I know, I know, this was meant to be about finding things that OTHERS could buy but honestly? I completely forgot about this nouveau project until the following objet d'art et bijou (schoolgirl french for Piece of Art & Jewellery) was in my teeny little hand. Oops! Next week I promise!)

Georgina Baker (voted Best Kiwiana Jewellery by Metro Magazine in 2007) is an Auckland based Jeweller who is most famous for her quirky, mainly one-off, necklaces & brooches made out of souvenir teaspoons*!
I came across her work first in an article (not in Metro Magazine) about the new-wave of crafting in New Zealand, people like City Down (NZ Cupcake Queen!) and sites like Toggle (a New Zealand based site similar to Etsy).
I've checked back at her Toggle-icious wares from time to time, just to see what was kicking about. When I saw the necklace I ended up purchasing, I knew I had to buy it!

The Souvenir Teaspoon used? Is from my little, nowhere-ville, just-outside-the-capital hometowncity.



City of Lower Hutt NZ



I love it so much.

I do, perhaps, wish that I'd read the site a little better though.
The necklace is essentially nickel (electroplated nickel silver charms with nickel chain) and I HAVE A NICKEL ALLERGY (the most common metal allergy in the world). See also AM AN IDIOT. This means I'll only be able to wear it for a couple of hours at a time. Or be a horrible, hateful, jewellery Doctor Frankenstein and replace the fat nickel chain with a silver one. And paint the skin-touching parts of the charms with clear nailpolish. I HATE when I am so monumentally stupid.


Anyway. I'm rambling. The necklace is clearly perfect, and those with regular-person skin should scurry on over to toggle (or one of her many Stockists) and see if your town is available!
Or, you know, one of her necklaces simply made from beautiful ornate cutlery (I'm coveting this too).


* I've always wanted to amass a small collection of souvenir teaspoons, from where-ever, depicting whatever, and mix them in with my regular teaspoons. This is when my dream house is an eclectic cottage of course.

The last night of any holiday ...

I sent this twitter as I was closing down safari:

ohdarling: Going to head to bed and have myself a little pity party.
Ugh. The last night of a holiday is always pout-y.

When I had finally convinced it to close, I saw that this photo had become my desktop picture:

It's set to change every 5 minutes.


It's better when it's bigger*

And, I don't know. But the clouds (they're my favourite kind. Where you can see the different layers of atmosphere like we live in an actual bubble!) and the soft hues and and and the light on Sacré Couer? It made me feel very calm.
Bedfordshire will be a little less pouty tonight.


* That's what she said! I'm SO SORRY. I HAD to do it. For Craig! I swear.

Itchy Feet

I had to get out of the Hutt Valley today.
So Craig and I drove to Greytown.







Craig is a strange strange man.



He's lucky he's cute.


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I picked my scarf up at a little souvenir store near the Sacré-Coeur. Not near the Eiffel Tower at all.
Because that makes sense.

Week One

Thursday
Bohemian Rhapsody was the first song I heard in 2009.
I think it's a good omen.



Friday
Walking along the waterfront on a greygrey day.



Saturday
Making a Mountain out of my Moleskines.

P.s. A shortshort week this week. Let's see if I can do this again next week!