I’m recently back from a long weekend in Auckland, hanging with parents and friends, visiting grandparents, drunk skyping with my brother in Perth, shopping at Gorman, and eating a million treats. It was really, really lovely.
The weather was a charmer.
The very first thing I did was go to Little and Friday, where I LOST MY SHIT over how perfect and amazing every detail is.
I hung out with my Grandmas. Nana showed us her and my Grandad’s sixty-year-old engagement annoucement.
I drank wine and was merry with old friends.
After this, I required eggs and hollandaise to fix me.
The night before I left, I joined an enormous queue at Ollie’s for the first time in years. SO IMPORTANT. I caused a sensation in the line when I ordered the outrageous banana split.
As you can see, it’s as big as my (very large) face. Mum and I had about 1/5 of it each, it’s probably still in the freezer.
On my last day we popped back to Little and Friday to try their famous doughnuts. Yes.
And then I came home.
All pictures from my instagram, _pocketwitch.