Secret shopping plan ACTIVATE!

J is here.
To live.
This is both good and bad.
Good- He loves me! He really really LOVES me!
Bad- I can no longer shop without him blowing up.
I have worked a way around this bad news.
A very sneaky way.
You see, if I spent all of my money on food then I eat the evidence.
I don’t have to have the awkward conversation when I arrive home with shopping bags in hands.
No, all the evidence is GONE.
He wouldn’t be able to tell straight away!
Until he asks me where all my money has gone and why I am yet again flat broke.
We will deal with that later.

I have already tested this theory out and I have found a loophole.
I will enlighten you all when I post about it so you can avoid the snag.

xo ciao!



Since I down in Wellington for a couple of  days, I decided to catch up with two of my VERY VERY
BEST FRIENDS IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. These girls are like my sisters.
We went to oriental parade, mostly because it’s the closest.
Also, it was the perfect day, slightly on the hot side but with cloud coverage and that ever present Wellington wind.
The water was also crystal clear.
Look at it!
I’m not a dip-your-feet-into-the-water but even I was tempted.
Which is saying something because I loathe my feet being wet.
Before any of that, we stopped off to get some gelato.
I remembered a cute little gelato place that hand makes their own gelato.
Gelissimo Gelato.*
True to form, a majority (If not all) of their gelato is GF.
I want to make gelato oneday but I haven’t gotten around to it yet.
One really nice thing was there was a couple of DF gelatos as well.
Blueberry and Mango.
I got the mango one.
It was quite nice. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so creamy but it was!
I ordered a double scoop but I think I would have been just as happy with a single scoop.
Madja, one of my BF sisters is pratically allergic to everything under the sun.
It was joyous news when the cashier informed Madja that she could eat the blueberry gelato.
This sparked a furious photographing spree from her end and a furious photographinh spree of me
photographing her phorographing.
Caddyl also got the mango gelato.
As the weather gets hotter and hotter, I have been craving gelato more.
I’m thinking of making cherry and pistachio gelato. I’ll let you know how it goes! Flop or no flop.
After that scoffing the gelato in the shade, we went looking for a fish and chip shop.
Unfornatly for us, there is no dedicated fish and chip shop on oriental parade. We would have to go back
into the CBD to find one.
Instead the folks at Beach babylon** told us that if we came back in half an hour, their dinner menu would be avaible.
So we dumped our things on a chair and took turns going for a ocean feet dip.
I was up first.
I lasted all of 10 seconds before deciding that it was too cold for poor me.
I am a cream puff.
The warning was ignored.
I so did. (HEEHEE!)
Madja knew a lost cause when she saw one and no warning was given.
Saying that, she did tried for a good 10 mintues trying to put on her shoes without her feet being sandy.
After that, we slowly wandered back to Beach Babylon** to grab some tucker.
They did have fish and chips but it was a set plate which wasn’t what we were looking for.
Instead Caddyl and I decided to share halves on the curly fries.
They came with tomato sauce and aoli. Both were alright.
We finished the whole bowl, even after Caddyl made noises about how curly fries look like a person’s
toenail clippings. They were that good.
This was my payment for half of the fries.
$3.60 and a paperclip.

I have just learnt that Caddyl has opened up for drawing comissions.
This girl is amazing at drawing. Her drawings are 11038693% better than anything I could come up with.
The pricing for comission is -here-.
Best of her work is -here-.
My favourite is in the avengers page and it’s a picture of Captain America.

*Gelissimo Gelato is located next to freyberg pool, opposite the parade cafe, in Oriental Parade.
Still confused? CLICK ME.

**Beach Babylon is located at 232 Oriental Parade, down the road from the fisherman’s table.
Still confused? CLICK ME.

GF cupcakes from Bonnie Cakes. Also rocks.

I have been waiting for this day since J got paid.
Waiting not so patiently.
I’m not good at ‘patient’.
Today was CUPCAKE DAY.
In which J drinks.

J started preparing the night before with drinking. Honey bourbon and dry ginger ale.
He apparently ‘needed’ it because I was excited about cupcakes.
He regretted it in the morning.
We got a ride in (by the kindness of J’s dad.) and I dragged him to Bonnie Cakes straight away.

I power scoffed three down before I remembered to take pictures of them.
Here is what I ordered –
1 Vanilla Bean.
2 Hostess.
1 GF Salty Caramel.
1 GF Red Velvet.
1 GF Manuka Hokey Pokey

If you are a person that isn’t too fussed on sweet cupcakes then I recommend the Red Velvet.
It’s the least sweet out all of them.
If you are serious chocolateholic then go for the Hostess*.
Bonnie has a HUGE range of cupcakes. Much larger when I worked there last.
Out the 6 cupcakes, only the Vanilla Bean was for Jed.
Usually I am Diary Free as well but these cupcakes are so so good that I throw caution to the
wind and vacuum them up.
These are defiantly worth the pain afterwards.
How cute is this cup?!
I am addicted to all things glass.
In the chemistry lab, basically everything we use is glass so I’m most comfortable with glass items.
This is actually a little espresso cup. It looks reasonably big in this picture but trust me, it’s tiny.
A tiny glass cup?! With a matching saucer?! I bought two.
J was literally dragging me out of that shop.
Just across the street from Bonnie Cakes  is this perfect antique/secondhand store.
Again, as per normal, Jed had to drag me kicking and screaming out of the shop.
I saw these scales and I SWOONED.
They might cost a cool $450 but seriously.
This also might be the reason why J holds the purse strings.
I go through money like water.
Our bulter apparently.
This is apparently what J would spend his money on.
His name is ‘Jeffrey’.
I’m not sure if he was teasing. It’s hard to tell with J.
Things on the beach.
Because we were at Port Napier, we went to the beach.
I say beach loosely.
There was a small crescent of actual sand and the rest was rocks.
Small pebbles, bigger rocks, you get the idea.
I might love the chemical composition of sand but I dislike actual sand.
1. It’s dirty.
2. It gets everywhere.
BUT! With a rock beach, 2. is now moot point. The particle size is now bigger and therefore
easier to brush away.
Rocky beaches are my favourite type of beaches.
Started out as a squared, ended up as a circle.
I like stacking rocks up and build rock castles.
This was originally meant to be a square and then it morphed into a circle.
I also like finding perfect small pebbles. I came home with a small pile of them.
We spent the afternoon flinging pebbles at each other and laughing.

I wanted a nice picture of our shoes together and J starts to fill MY shoes up, naturally
I do the same.
This is what happens.
I still have pebbles caught in my shoes.
As per usual, these were the shoes I had chosen to wear.
In MELNATION, there are no such thing as ‘flat’ shoes**.
Even on a beach.
Typical J.

J allowed me one picture of him, with a rock covering his face.
He detests Photos, Coffee and being dragged to cafes/shops.
So I did what I do best, as soon as it started raining, I dragged him into a cafe.
Under cover I said. Away from the rain, I said.
…..I WANT COFFEE I meant.
Back in Wellington, I am used to going to a cafe every single day to drink coffee.
My baristas all know my order. I go to them because they are best.
It’s been two weeks since I’ve had my last cup of joe.
I miss it and my cat.

xo Mel.

*The hostess is GF. There is a range of optional GF cupcakes on the menu.
There are no Diary Free cupcakes yet.
**The only exception is for work. Health and safety do not condone high heel usage. This is the only time
I grit my teeth and wear flats. Even driving a car, I shuck off my shoes and drive in stockings.