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The adventures and struggles of a petite, geeky journalist-in-training living in New Zealand.
Wearing floral dress, cotton knit sweater, skinny flower belt, woven fedora, trench coat, and pleather tassel bag.
I didn’t actually make it to Hagley Park today. As I was standing at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to go to Hagley, I suddenly recalled a rhododendron garden that my friends and I went to once to ‘study’ for our French exam, and it was just across the road. I love rhododendrons; their wrinkly petals remind me of silk chiffon.
This is my lunch. I love pasta salad.
Doesn’t this look like a path into some faerie otherworld? It reminds me of one of my favourite books, Faerie Tale by Raymond E. Feist. His faeries are not sparkly and light and fluffy. They are dark and sinister and dangerous. It’s a great read. Alternatively, this could be a dirt track in a forest somewhere in Middle Earth.