Sometimes work is fun; like when you go into the staff room and find this on the table.
Sunday June 3 2012 Brooklyn, NYC Disclaimer! Disclaimer! I’m iffy about ‘street style’.* It was 12 months ago that I started to hate Scott...
Monthly Archives: March 2012
Mrs Blacksmith’s Guide to The Second Hand Hot Spots of PN.
In the spirit of generosity (and safe in the knowledge that only a very few people will ever brave the incredible un-coolness of Palmy) I am sharing one of my deepest secrets, The Second Hand Hot Spots of PN. Looking for a red teddy for your interview at Roxanne’s? Need something to spice up ‘business time?’ Haven’t got a spare 200 bucks to slap down at Farmers? Then...
I get a kick outta shoe
It’s raining, my eyes are about to fall out of my head, I’m wearing the same outfit on Monday as I did on Friday, I’m ratty ‘cos I was up at 5. 30am to catch the Capital Connection (yes, from Palmerston North but that is a whole other story) but it ran 30 minutes late which meant I missed my special- treat- for- me- for- being- up- so- jolly-...
Anti Love Song.
Honestly, LOOK AT THIS WOMAN. Is she not AMAZING? I have been listening to her on high rotate, because she is very cool and she makes me feel powerful and that I can achieve the ridiculous amounts of things I need to in a day. I am saving up for an outfit like the one below. “She was the first Madonna, but Madonna is more like Marie Osmond compared...
Final Proof Time
Oh yeah, it’s the final proof time, I’ve got my pastel pink lippy on and have blow waved my hair for VOLUME, heading for venus…..
Son of a bitch
It has happened, the day I have dreamed of, the day I have always imagined. The day that Ross and I sat on the couch and Dash performed! Last night he busted out the elephant, the frog, the giraffe, the slithery snake. He spiced things up with some jazz hands, a few leaps, running around in circles and a handstand- all while wearing grey marl track pants! Then, as...
Hot Digger Action Man.
“Tractors! I love tractors!” For Dash it is tractors and for me it is trucks. And, like the propensity to weep, I blame my genes. Damn you Dad! This fascination with man and machine started young – at the coal depot in Bisley Street in the late 1970’s to exact. Here my father worked alongside his father driving coal trucks, delivering the promise of warmth to the shivering people...
Songs of the week-end
It’s Sunday morning and it is dancing time! For five years I danced on Saturday afternoons in lycra but hey, let’s mix it up a bit! Today we’re channeling our sea fearing adventures, we’re going nautical, we’re celebrating the weather bomb, we’re doing a shout out to Gem Wilder who sent us off to Aruba with a burnt copy of the Rouge’s Gallery, today folks we are slow dancing...
Appendicitis Day Spa
It’s been a big week. Photo shoots, sleepless nights, tricky work negotiations and a visit to the infirmary. Emily, one of my sisters was rushed into hospital on Wednesday. It was her guts, they were playing up or so she thought. Turns out she had appendicitis. It burst needing a team of skilled surgeons to remove it ( I just made up the bit about a team but after...
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