Georgia (Wellington, New Zealand)
I've been a fan of Georgia's blog The Velvettes (that she writes with Christie)--where she documents her gorgeous vintage finds as well as her awesomely whimsical life in New Zealand--for awhile now. I was thrilled to actually become her e-friend (and hopefully IRL friend if I ever make it to New Zealand or if she makes a trek to New York) because she's just so funny, smart, and cute. She was gracious enough to document a week in her life for my blog recently and I'm more than happy to have her post here. Without any more rambling, here is Georgia!
Hello! I am so pleased Vivian has asked me to do this, so I can put all the boring whimsy photos I take somewhere. I have been very, very bad at taking outfit photos lately due to conflicting schedules with my photographer/flatmate (CAUSE I HAVE A JOB NOW), so here are some more general shots of what my life looks like at the beginning of spring over here.
I have wanted a version of this 1950s dress FOREVER. The Versailles-esque print is amazing, it features old timey folk swinging and playing flutes and cavorting with bluebirds and puffy pantaloons. I originally saw a pink watercolour version of it on Caitlin Shearer's blog, and have since seen it in several different colours and variations. I've never found it in my size before so [I was surprised when] I stumbled across this while mindlessly browsing the 'novelty' search term on eBay. When it arrived the other week I wore it like 5 days in a row, and in this photo I'm wearing it with a fuchsia belt off another vintage dress.
Last week one of my best friends and fellow Velvette Christie came to Wellington to take a look at some universities, and by that I mean go vintage shopping and go out for dinner with me. We went to several markets and she got more lemon yellow knitwear.
Here is a charming out-take of me wearing a Papercup dress, vintage princess coat, belt off the dress above and Goldenponies shoes. I think I was being a superhero wearing a cape here, not too sure though.
My boyfriend and I live together, and judging by our shoe line-up we are both creatures of habit. Black ballet flats for me, brown boots for him.
Spring is finally started to come to Wellington, and I couldn't be happier. The tree outside our bedroom is starting to blossom and my new pink bike is serving me well. I have a new job that requires me to be at work at 6am, and I am so excited to ride my bike down the hill as the sun comes up, but not so excited to bike back up the hill at the end of my shift.