Swansea

Today, my boyfriend gave me an ultimatum: take his car, and use as much petrol in my car as possible. His boss planned to shout him a full tank as a Christmas present, so he had to get it down as low as possible within the evening to take full advantage of his generosity. Always up for a challenge, especially if it involves free reign to cavort about the city, I willingly accepted.

And so, my brother Will and I went forth to Sumner beach, across the other side of town from us, for a stroll in the muggy and windy evening. It was lovely.

(Wearing a vintage thrifted dress, a thrifted cardigan that was 50 cents, my stolen costume cupboard satchel, shoes from Emporium Vintage, and my usual quartz crystal bracelet)


I picked this 80s-does-the-50s dress up thrifting on the weekend. It was $10 which is a lot more that my average second hand find, but I think it was worth it. My 1960s t-bar shoes were highly inappropriate for rock climbing, but I managed to make it out alive with only minor injuries.

We ended up at the Volcano Cafe for an obscenely large and delicious late-night sundae. I frequently complain about New Zealand, but all it takes is a walk along the beach or a swim in the river at my Logan's to remind me that I am pretty lucky to live here.

Oh, and, the winner of a copy of Tilde Journal is Miss Kennedy Holmes! Thanks to everyone who entered.