To Kill A Barbie.

This is how you kill a barbie. And kill time when you have two weeks until your next exam. 

We're not quite Harper Lee, but we try.

Grace Kelly's Pyjama Party.

I'v decided to go on a p.j hunt. 

Mix-matched. Silk. Polka dots (usual fav). Collars-always collars. Bows to tie. Buttons all the way down. Beautiful Pjs.

This all makes me think of bubble baths, novels, dangly bows, ribbons, coffee-tea-hotchocolates, Wallace Cotton, floral duvets, excessively large pillows, two heads-one pillow, Grace Kelly & Dorris Day films, pretty prints...

So let these be the multiple reasons for my hunt.

And then post exams (last exams of my life!) I will host a pyjama party. 

You're invited.

Close to Belly.

It's nearly here...

Belly.

You're going to make some really horrible work in the process of getting to the work that you want to make, and its ok to make that horrible work in fact you should definitely make it 'cause otherwise you'll always wonder about trying this different process that doesn't work for you. It's just a process and you have to get through it. 

And don't try and do what everyone else is doing, do what comes naturally to you and whats comfortable. 

Out, About & Lango.

All the Auckland in the World.

It's so strange to think that time is catching up. I've been waiting for post uni life to start, and now it really is. But I vouch that no matter how old I get, if my parents can take ridiculously fun (verging on inappropriate) photos in a travelling photo booth then I cannot start complaining about lack of fun being a consequence of time. 

But I would like for a moment- just a moment, everything to freeze. 

Everything is just so perfectly fun at the moment.

 Not to say that life isn't fun when you get a big creature job and move to a large foreign city with a terrible transport system and a land that tries to claim itself better than the glory that is Wellington....

*pause for dramatic effect here*

However, after visiting this blog and watching this when thinking about making new friends...life does look wonderfully exciting. 

( you do not want to know how Dad made us laugh here...)