Hey Wellington. I think we should make a baby.

I knew the second I left the airport that Wellington was my kind of girl. First of all, it was raining- so I knew she was definitely after my heart. Second, everywhere you look, beautiful wooden 50′s, 60′s & 70′s era little wooden houses, painted in pastel colours, that look so sweet that you can imagine brutal murders went on there, or picture twin children singing creepy nursery rhymes in unison. This sounds like an odd combination, but it is so far up my alley it’s a little bit obscene.




Wellington is such a lovely town, we are a little bit sad that we don’t have longer here. It’s definitely somewhere I could move to in an instant.



I think the only beef we would have would be the wind & my fringe getting into fights. My perfect fringe disagrees with windy days. I carry a comb on me 24/7 ANYWAY. Not because I’m the Fonz, but because I’m a perfectionist. I hate when any single hair is out of place in my fringe. Which is funny, considering how much time I spend backcombing the crap out of the rest of my hair to make it look as messy as possible.
I think the moment I knew Batman was special, was before we were dating when he playfully rustled my fringe out of place to annoy me, & I didn’t punch him out. That’s love right there.
The second day we were here we enjoyed brunch with the wonderful Kim of Cupcakes and Mace, who I’ve known online for many years now, & the lovely Laura of Hungry and Frozen, along with their delightful male counterparts. Arthur was a wonderfully kitschy cafe, with a scarfed deer hanging behind the counter, mismatched crockery & an impressive collection of antique teaspoons. Spoilt for choice, I panicked & ordered Scramby on Toast & a hot chocolate.



This place seems to be super inspiring to me. There’s just so many things I’m dying to do, so many great creative ideas I’m having, so many plans I’m wanting to make. I love feeling this way!



The rest of our time in Wellington thus far has been spent exploring, window shopping, geeking out over comics & graphic novels, jumping on the bed in our (read: my) underwear, playing lava floors…(yes I’m 27 this year, what of it?) & our favourite holiday hobby, eating up a storm. We only have tomorrow left then we leave first thing Thursday morning, which makes me a little bit sad- but at the same time I am SUPER excited to get home to my puppy-butt & to spend a week lounging at home before I go back to work. AH, what a life of luxury I lead. *Cough*






















































































