Yummo.

The best thing about living in a flat and cooking for myself has absolutely been that I have the freedom to try new things. Even Kristian is getting on board with some of my wack culinary adventures. The other day he tried and ENJOYED stuff bokchoy leaves with quinoa; roasted chilli,coconut and pumpkin and peanuts. Sounds weird, tasted so right.

Anyway I have come across this food blog which you should try. Maybe you guys could make a dish and we can combine for a meal next week?

Check it out here

WHAT.

This is a blatant Balenciaga rip-off, cheapo styles.



Did these make you cringe like the whole lookbook made me do so?

Stolen Girlfriends Club. Good one. Officially the most tasteless, unimaginative, ill-fitting, consumer-failing line ever known to exist.

Mole.

I miss you!

Babe on a bike.

So I allowed myself to buy myself a Christmas present (which meant I couldn't afford one for Kristian but priortising in life is well, uh, a priority). Next problem is that it needs doing up in a big way and I need your opinion so what do you think?
Red?


Lemon? Wouldn't mind that skirt either.

or spearmint? I've always been thinking this colour but I have had a few people "nah" it.

Dreams are free. Jil Sander is not.

Woohoo! It's a Friday afternoon and I just found out this site isn't blocked for me at work (dangerous). It's been a pretty unimpressive week really with very little achieved, just hard and sloooooow slog...

Whatever, it's the weekend!

Have you seen the lookbook for Jil Sander's s/s 2012 collection? The lady single handedly pushed colour blocking up off the ground and now kills it with another supreme collection, all inspired by Hitchcock who just so happens to be another fave of mine. If only I could afford these things.

Depression sinking in...

No wait, it's the weekend!

Clever wee thang.

Great news! Andrea, bless her, is currently on the search for these Nudies for me in Australia. Thank God some people understand what it's like to pine after first world issues.

Friday was Simon's birthday and Kristian and I baked him one hell of a manly cake- tool candles and chunky chocolate pieces, reminiscent of a childs mud pie in the backyard. I hope it tastes better than it looked although I am too fearful to ask.

These however look far better and an absolute necessity for when my limited baking skills are next called upon. Now I'm unable to claim these ideas of my own, damn it.

Join me! Martha Stewart's of Christchurch maybe?

Gosh darn it.

Worst decision I ever made was to leave these pupies sitting on a rack and walking away from them. Come back to me Nudie Soils!

Now a little girl (or not so little after that second helping from the work lolly jar) waits, sits, googles, scowls and realises that they are sold out EVERYWHERE.

Stink decision making skills make for a gaping hole in one's stomach.

Holllllaaaaaa

Holla to the bowtie! I can't wait for the order to come!



Must admit that I love this look but wonder whether I will live to regret this one (thanks to my big chest) like our parents should regret majority of the 80's.

A blink and miss.

It should be documented that this is what the Dallington Bridge looks like nowadays.

How did I miss this one? EQ's. Old mates.

Back to the Future.

Even after a few wines last night I couldn't sleep (which subsequently meant that I slept through my alarm this morning and was late to work!). I was thinking about this blimmin' themed wedding that is coming up and how I would accesorise this beautiful Ralph Lauren dress that I am borrowing.

I truly find themes to be fun for low key parties but naff, which I guess is part of the fun. I never thought anyone I knew would have a themed wedding and yet here I am embarking on a journey back out Terrace Downs not to get my drink on and listen to obnoxiously loud and terribly mixed DJ'ing from the US but to watch one of my oldest friends walk down the aisle. Only she'll be walking as a flapper girl.

As all good insomiac's do, I started googling and came across these stunning photos of someone else's special day. Certainly shut my gob on themed wedding's. I guess it's only naff if you have the creativity of a flogged cat.




These cupcakes are to die for!

Not really naff at all- just fun!

Overall, I have shut my gob and chosen to spend more time freaking out about the fact that we're now at an age where people start getting married. I'm probably going to lose more sleep.