It's been a pretty, lovely and weather wild 2 days 'living, as we where actually living there'( in Wellington that is..).We have been busy baby sitting a little cat and fishing/shopping at the same day. However strange that is, it's possible, mixing them and actually have time for them both. I got my little spree at Cuba Street amongst over stocked vintage shops and odd and wonderful little flower wall papered stores while my husband tied fishing hooks and prepping bate as the light changed. I actually love doing both, equally and just as much. It's as if I'm a little bit 'country girl', barefoot, jumping between rocks looking for anything worth while using as bate and then it's my opposite: that leather stricken slightly made up yet randomly sea-salty hair in the mornings and of course be-jewelled from Pamela Love and Johnny Ramli..it's all fairly bliss and well summon up to a rainbow trout weekend, just like the trout runs upstream casting colorful shadows in the water, the days in windy Wellington all felt like that, fresh of sea breeze, sparkly and colorful and terribly brief, like a quick moment, a hug by the dock, gold in the horizon and then the sun suddenly sets..