You can’t ever truly escape the wind in Wellington. Even on the calmest of days, you only need to be within 10 metres of the water’s edge before the wind starts to pick up. It’s not called the ‘windy city’ for nothing, you know. But, that’s a small price to pay to live (or in my case visit!) in a small city, almost completely surrounded by water.
It’s a strange feeling, visiting a city that was once your home – and which for the most part, hasn’t changed – to see all those familiar faces, places, and landscapes. I’ve been enjoying eating out at some of my favourite cafes (and restaurants), and am all geared up for a short trip to Martinborough for the next couple of days; which, I’m embarrassed to admit, that I’d never before made the effort to do (except for the one time I almost made it to Toast, but that’s another story for another day).
Coupled with my friend Nina’s enthusiasm (for photography and video – a girl after my own heart!), we’ve been working on a couple of videos, the first of which you may have already viewed, and the second which is to come, that will bring the above outfit to life; there’s only so much you can capture with a photo!
As a small aside, I’m currently work on my last assignment (for my last paper!) of my postgraduate studies, and would appreciate if you could help. It’s a short survey (shouldn’t take longer than 5-10 minutes) on consumer activity in relation to online shopping, focusing on Australian consumers. It is 100% anonymous and if you are willing to participate, you can complete the survey here. Thank you in advance xx
Finding every reason to wear shoes that are just a little bit special, even on holiday; because hey, a girl only lives once, right? Thankfully, these Valentino’s have been just as easy to walk around in as anticipated – although I’m always one to pack a back up pair of ballet flats in my bag – just in case of course.
On a more *beauty* related note, I caught up with Nina over the weekend to film a short video on what is hidden in our make up bags to create our ‘everyday’ look. For those curious, you can view the video here.
So I’ve landed in Wellington, which as to be expected, was all smooth sailing until the moments before landing; never a city to land in for the faint at heart on a truly windy day, that’s for sure. I’ve spent the day re-acquainting myself with the neighbourhood, and returned home well-fed from an afternoon spent at my Yiayia’s – and a morning spent snacking on Whittaker’s hundreds & thousands chocolate – both *almost* reason enough to warrant a trip home (notwithstanding the real purpose – to visit family, of course!).
With my week already filling up with long coffee catch ups with friends, and a long list of cafes and intimate cocktail bars on my ‘must-do’ list, I’m not lost on things to do. For those of you who have never had the pleasure of visiting the windy capital, I’ll be putting together a guide of some of my favourite things to do (and see!) over the coming week.
Tomorrow afternoon I’ll be jetting across the Tasman for a short trip home, with nothing but spending time with my family, catching up with old friends, and exploring Wellington with a fresh set of eyes in mind. Given that I’ll only be away for 9 days, and the last thing I really want to be doing is rummaging through my suitcase for that pair of jeans I was so certain I’d packed, I’m planning on packing on the lighter side of things.
Spring time in Wellington is generally still pretty crisp, so I’ll be packing away a few jackets, cosy knit sweaters and denim to keep the cold at bay. Oh, and my Acne canada scarf – which doubles as an extra blanket while on the plane.
As usual, I’ve opted to pack fairly casually, choosing denim, loose fitting knits, and a sturdy pair of boots, the perfect accompaniment for navigating Wellington’s hilly streets. So with that in mind, and in an attempt to be practical, I’m leaving the heels at home, packing easily interchangeable separates, and limiting the stripes quota to just the one piece (because I always pack too many). In my suitcase you’ll find….
Susien and Nic’s ability to rework lace season upon season knows no bounds; they’ve reimagined the little lace dress, and given the delicate fabric new life in the form of cotton lace pencil skirts and cropped trousers. My personal favourites date back to White Magick (and even earlier), the silky french lace proving to serve as my own form of kryptonite, over and over again.
Lover lace seems to hold so many memories, from birthdays and celebrating milestones, to sharing a special day with loved ones. These are the memories that are most cherished, and hold the most weight, and that are the most remembered.