The husband person took this photo with his phone, while riding on the Britomart escalators. Exciting things are happening there: as well as the train station, there is a new covered walkway that will soon have a Jo Malone (that one’s open already), a MAC store, a L’Occitane, and a Lululemon. The Pilates community is quivering in anticipation. There’s also a sushi place.


But it is entirely possible that the escalators will still be the best bit.

Space rides and foreign climes

For the first time in months, Betty and the boy person friend drove down to Hamilton. It was yesterday, the day before Betty’s birthday, which made it all the more exciting, and they were driving the great friend’s car (he calls it the Knight Rider, Betty recently discovered) — this, too, tended to be somewhat exciting. However, all interested parties survived the journey.

It was rather a busy day — Betty taught a couple of clients in the morning, then did the advanced mat class, and then went for a speedy coffee with a visiting instructor who had come to do the class. Massimo, usually exemplary, forgot the soy, and so it took about half an hour to actually receive the coffee; then Betty ran home, got ready in record time, and leaped into the car to collect the boy person. They arrived at the University of Betty’s youth only slightly late, and slipped in to watch the end-of-year piano concert, featuring two of Betty’s sisters on piano and cello. Continue reading

FOTD: or, this blog needs a niche, darn it

Other people’s blogs have peculiar habits and agreeable rituals — Wordless Wednesdays, Friday Free-For-Alls, recurring characters, specified topics. My blog, as readers will know, is not so much into this kind of thing. Is it a Pilates blog? Hardly. A Mighty Boosh fanblog? Kinda, but not really. A Buffy-themed cupcake how-to site? My stats say yes, but this was not my intention. I therefore need to start conforming more adequately to the rules of blogging, and I do so now by offering you my very first FOTD.

A FOTD, for the uninitiated, is a Face of the Day: it normally involves posting a photo of one’s makeup, which is usually arty and distinctive, and listing the shades and their MAC equivalents underneath. I can discuss my makeup at a later date, but for now, this is the only FOTD photo I have handy.

The boy person friend took it the other day while waiting for me to get ready. The more that I look at it, the better I like it.

Wah Lee

Hobson Street, as local and more cosmopolitan readers will know, is a long street that is only sporadically remarkable: it contains an array of interesting though ordinary places like an intercity bus terminal, a bunch of cheap hotels, and a Denny’s.

Tucked away between some dairies and an Asian supermarket, however, is a smallish everything-store called Wah Lee. It’s apparently famous for its fireworks, but apart from that people seem to ignore its existence, which is odd, because the place is straight out of Sunnydale: just look at it.

Wah Lee

Signs on the windows advertise “Lovely Crockery”, “Paper Ball Lantern” and “Silks on Rolls”.

Wah Lee Window

Sound advice.