Week Twenty-Four

Sunday
Craig has been gone too too long. Last Sunday he attacked the cat with cuddles. The cat was nonplussed.


Monday
Wellington needs more cupcake stores. This pecan-and-coffee cupcake from Tempt was most disappointing.


Tuesday
Sometimes I plan outfits in advance (nerd!) and sometimes I mark them down if I feel great while wearing them.
This was the latter.


Wednesday
Wellington Station.


Thursday
Shanghai red lipstick by Chanel
Also? note the absurdly small lipstick mark.


Friday
Empty House = Twirling.


Saturday
White flowers and flame orange leaves. I spent the day in bed staving off a cold.


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Wednesday Night
A little bubble of excitement.
Craig & I had just made the decisions about when to go to Auckland for my tattoo appointment.

Rouge à Lèvres

Truth be told?
Craig is jetting off to Auckland tonight to drive around Rotorua with his father, brother, another shanghai-ed semi-mechanic, and all the mud and rain in Christendom and that means that I have had a little grey cloud over my head all day today.

I did, however, love my outfit today:

Parisian? by ohsarahrose on Polyvore.com

I very rarely wear strong lipstick (because of my absurdly small mouth) but today I wore Shanghai Red by Chanel and loveloveloved every second of it.
Perhaps it was the compliments?
Perhaps it was the Rose scent?
Perhaps red lipstick has magical powers?

p.s. also? when I think about what I heart today? all I can think of is the research I've been doing for my next tattoo!
p.p.s. I booked the appointment today. 28th August. I'm so so so excited.

über-tourists

San Fransisco
January 2008








Portrait of the Kat as an über-tourist*.








We celebrated our last night in San Francisco all together with pizza by the slice and one last stop at Walgreens.

Sigh.

* Don't worry - it was essentially a staged photo. Or rather, a series of unfortunate coincidences (being cold, my caffeine addiction, a long day) which lead to this sad sad predicament.

Glasses glasses everywhere ...

Halfway through packing up our room, I looked over at the pile of sunglasses on my bookshelf and uh ... I thought I had two or three pairs. But no.
More like ten.
I don't really break sunglasses. Or maybe I do, but I have so many pairs to begin with that I don't notice.
No, that's unlikely. I would notice.

That being said ... my collection begins with a broken pair


I broke my sunglasses travelling through Thailand.
I coped for maybe two days? Until we reached the seaside town of Krabi and the sun and the sand and the glare? I lasted 2 minutes outside before I declared that we had to stop at the very first stall we came to in order to buy me a freaking pair of glasses.


So yes. Very fake Christian Dior sunglasses from Thailand.
May 2007


Travelling to New Zealand while earning ££? I bought my first pair of fancy sunglasses.


December 2007


In a store in New Zealand I found Ray-Ban style sunglasses with swallows instead of the little diamonds. Just like the Kate Moss for Topshop pair.
Double faux.
January 2008


Chanel inspired sunglasses by the ever fabulous Primark.
(a better shot here.)
April 2008


Stella McCartney sunglasses - found 75% off at TK Maxx in London.
September 2008


Beautiful Witchery sunglasses from my in-laws, Christmas 2008.


My Silver Monobrow pair just amuse me.
Martinborough Fair 2009


I finally gave in and bought a pair of Faux-Bans.
March 2009


This pair remind me of Super Duper by Karen Walker. Only $300 less.
May 2009


My "vintage" pink Faux Bans, from Auckland.


May 2009

I have banned myself from buying any more sunglasses.
I need to break a couple of pairs first.


P.s. Not a single pair have my prescription in them. Which means they are useless unless I'm wearing my contacts. Oy. I might have to buy a pair of those.
P.p.s. I also seem to suit most styles of sunglasses. This frustrates my baby sister. I even had aviators at one stage.

Week Twenty-Three

Sunday
I threw Craig a surprise party. Pineapple Frujus are my go-to hangover cure.


Monday
A public holiday. Spent boxing up rooms so new carpet could be laid.


Tuesday
Leaving work late, near Wellington Train Station.


Wednesday
Sunrise from our offices. The days keep getting shorter.


Thursday
My gherkin obsession continues.


Friday
My last day with this amazing view. But also my last day with extra stress.


Saturday
Re-packing our room, I notice my african violet has been denuded.
Poor little plant.


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I took photos of my sunglasses collection!

American Apparel

I know, I know, I'm seventy million years behind in obsessing about American Apparel.
Truth be told, I've been wearing AA for a couple of years now, visiting stores in London and San Francisco, loveloveloving their deep-v-tees and classic hooded sweatshirts.

At the moment, however, these items specifically make my shrivelled heart beat a little faster:


Nylon Tricot Blend Figure Skater Dress
$48 USD


California Fleece Cape
$65 USD
(the photo of the black was not as cute, but that, of course, would be my choice)


Fontana Vintage Sunglasses
$50 USD


Unisex Moustache Mask
$14 USD

Sigh.

p.s. the overtly sexual ads? don't bother me at all.
p.p.s. the allegations against Dov Charney make me purse my lips, wrinkle my eyebrows and say "hmmm" but allegations are allegations. Simple as that.
p.p.p.s I cannot cannot CANNOT buy another pair of sunglasses. If the weather is fine this weekend I will take photos and show you my collection. I think I have a pair for every day of the week. At least.

San Francisco











Forget it Jake, it's Chinatown.

Word of the Day: Purlicue

Purlicue



(PUHR-li-kyu)

noun:
1. The space between the extended forefinger and thumb.
2. A flourish or curl at the end of a handwritten word. Also known as curlicue.
3. A discourse, especially its summarizing part.

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