"...please airmail me some scotch tape"

Today I'm going to Wellington to meet my sisters for a combined birthday weekend; my parents' idiosyncratic reproductivity means that the three of us have our birthdays in July and are exactly five years apart (ten between me and my big sister). I have been looking forward to to trip since its inception, and when unable to sleep have planned and revised what I'll wear. It's very sad, but if you ever find yourself being at home in warm jumpers all the time, you'll understand. There'll be a lot of eating, and drinking, and gallery visits, and being mean to each other and about people we know. I can't wait.

Although what I'm taking bears only the slightest resemblance to her wardrobe, something has made me think about Audrey Hepburn in Sabrina. Maybe it's all the black I'm taking. Maybe it's my subconscious telling me I should go to a hairdresser because the haircut I gave myself a month ago is growing out HORRIBLY. I don't know. Maybe it's just because there's a packing scene in the movie.

All images from here. Have a good weekend!

something wicked this way comes

I mean the other wicked. Like, awesome.

Mmm hmm. Last time was so exciting it got a bit exhausting and I spent a lot of snow time asleep, but not this time. Two days, my friends. Two days to wear furs, and those crazy vintage jumpers I bought because they remind me of Ernie and Bert (which doesn't translate into being particularly wearable; I look a little too much like Ernie and Bert when I put them on - doesn't help that I like eating biscuits in bed), and warm hats, and gloves. Two days to simply BASK.

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Mulled wine and gingernuts. Louis Armstrong. Joe losing his balance on the edge of the yard under the hedge, trying to find some grass to pee on. Met service, weather gods: don't let me down. DON'T LET ME DOWN.

PS We're negotiating the lease on the shop space this week; I should be excited but this snow thing is very distracting. How does anyone get anything done when there is snow on the horizon?

pajamas/pajamas

Don't you love it when you see a picture of a pregnant woman in an awesome get-up, excitedly discover she has a blog, click on it, and discover that not only is she not pregnant, she's a model who was born with the bored and beautiful look that makes it look like she looks great by accident and the fact you're impressed is a bit pathetic but mostly SO BORING, and the shot you thought was pregnancy was actually just wind (by which I mean blow, blow, thou winter wind, not food-baby wind)? Me too. But it perfectly fits a day when you're crabby, crampy, getting sick, and having to wear your love-heart pajama pants because your respectable ones are in the wash, and you didn't ever think you'd live somewhere so cold/become a recluse this young and need more than two pairs.

By way of apology for the visual (and if you really want to earn it: my dog picked up one of my used tissues and... I let him eat it), some pictures of what might be... if only.