Out and About

Have had a full on weekend.

Dropped Peta at horse camp on Friday night.

Picked Jen up from airport Sat morning, went for soy latte and snack at cafe, headed to the shops where I had a lesson in buying clothes that fitted not hid me, detailed at GF Geisha.

Had some sushi for lunch, chilled at home getting prepared for hen's night at Coyotes bar at 6.30pm.

Had dinner out and plenty of drinks. Sadly the hen's night was rather tame and over by 9pm!! Jen and I went in search of something to do, couldn't find anything happening and after three clubs and a number of different drinks decided to jump on the Loser Cruiser (bus) home to Rangiora. All this time I was self torturing by wearing my wedding shoes as the were the only heels, or shoes for that matter that I own. I ended up taking said shoes off and walking in bare feet and my feet are still aching today.

Yesterday had late brunch, then headed to Brew Moon, a cafe in North Canterbury and had an antipasto platter and a beautiful glass of Fiddlers Green Sav!! Stopped and bought a bottle of Mount Brown Pinot Noir (a friend of mine's vineyard makes it) and then headed to pick Peta up.

Finally got home, then headed out to get Indian for tea (gluten free) and another bottle of Pinot, The Office first series and Billy Connolly Live at the Hammersmith and then we proceeded to drink good wine and laugh our arses off all night!

So a lot of wine, a lot of food and a lot of money spent.

Great weekend and tomorrow is a new day full of challenges.

Feeling Sexy Baby

So, I have had the same long hair doo for fucken donkey's years now. It drags me down and I am over it.

Here it is clipped back:



And here it is out:



Just not doing it for me anymore.

So I went to the hairdresser and asked to get my hair cut like Cheryl West with a few difference like a longer fringe etc. Had no idea what it would come out but I was feeling daring and spontaneous baby!!

And I fucken love it. I felt great at the hairdressers, I felt great when I left the hairdressers, I felt great hours later so I went and bought the hairdresser a sunflower to brighten her day as much as she'd brightened mine:





Okay - please ignore all the expressions in the photos. It is bloody hard to take photos of yourself without looking like a dick.

You may not think I look sexy, and that I don't give a flying fuck about, because baby - I feel hot and have not felt like this in years!!

Don't Look A Gifthorse In The Mouth

An upside of getting married, not that the act itself isn't an upside, is the presents.

You can say all you want that you're happy with your guests just being there but let's be honest ... presents rock!!

We hit the mother load with gifts.

Here are a few:

Four slice mac daddy toaster
Slow cooker
Kenwood food processor
Two stainless steel mac daddy kettles
Lush towels
Massive gift basket (the gift that just keeps giving)
Two white designer dinner sets
Two flash as cutlery sets
Photo frame with the Apache Wedding Blessing in it (mate Jo read at our wedding)
Massive guilded mirror
Huge set of Click Clack containers (help deal with the bloody mouse problem)
Three designer white platters in different sizes
Duvet set (a bit random with circles all over it)
A mac daddy hardcover New Zealand Landscapes book from my adventurer extraordinairre cousin.
Matching salad bowl and oil dispenser (hilariously I typed salad bowel first!!)
Herb cutter with chopping board
Massive rubbish bin
Crystal Pinot Noir glasses
$260 Farmers vouchers (department store)
$100 Briscoes voucheres (homewares store)
$300 Acquisitions vouchers (flash giftware store)
$500 Mitre 10 vouchers (DIY store, hardware store)
$60 Westfields vouchers (massive shopping mall)


Then I had mates who gifted me their time and skills for the actual day.

Aunty Tracey did the flowers
Jen did the make up (a hard task!!)
Mandy made the cake
Kim did the photography
Kim's Mum is going to do a huge framed montage of the photos
Kim's Dad was the MC

and the most emotional gift of all:

my darling Aunty and close friend passed away in a terrible way five years ago. She died from bone cancer. She was one of those few "angels on earth" sort of people. She taught me to ride and she taught me the ins and outs of horse racing and nutrition. She was a pillar of love for me. Her favourite flowers were african violets so I had a wee pot of them on the registry table. I needed her to be there in spirit.

Her daughter gifted me a beautiful painting/drawing/collage that she had done herself. It was of a jockey on a thoroughbred. It's stunning and full of talent, but the thing that had me in tears, she said she wanted me to always know that the gift came from her mum as well as the rest of the family, hence the horse. She actually has exhibitions and her work is selling well but the thought behind it was just stunning - and it matches the colours I eventually want in my new home.

So, crux of it all, we were very spoilt and are just so very priveledged to have such a great and generous group of friends and family.