Wellington at Night

Week Thirty

Sunday
I spent the day watching old episodes of True Blood and occasionally eating crackers with Gherkins and Cream Cheese.


Monday
A coworker bought me coffee from Timor-Leste.
Apparently the make really good coffee there - I haven't tried it yet.


Tuesday
Wearing Dim Sum Plum by OPI and it matches my Marc by Marc Jacobs bag.


Wednesday
I saw the All Whites parade. The applause was genuine & made me tear up just a little bit.


Thursday
I baked celebratory (woo, new job) cupcakes.


Friday
I was exhausted and the weather was horrible. Perfect for hibernation, and for soup.


Saturday
I got 16 items ready to take to The Big Shwop*.


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* The Big Shwop was a big disappointment. They said they would only accept quality items and well ... they seemed to be much less discerning than I. I saw them accept a pair of Pulp (the Glassons of Shoes) shoes that used to be white but were extremely well worn.
I brought 16 items, had 15 accepted, and came away with only 4 items. A pair of MNG jeans, a black and white striped cardigan, a generic black wool top, and a Jacket that turned out to be much too big.
People are manic. They were grabbing armfuls of clothing and trying them on around the edges of the room, thereby getting around the "5 items in the changing room" rule, and meaning that the things they were trying on and rejecting were left behind and the racks weren't getting restocked.
I guess I would go again (I have 7 re-shwop stamps after all) but I would definitely bring my Tier 2 cast-offs and not my Tier 1.