We’re in Blenheim tonight
And my clothes are in Auckland
Because, well….that’s what I do
EVERY time I try to be responsible and hang my clothes in the closet
I forget they’re in there
And I leave without them
Like I did today
But the lovely folks in Blenheim didn’t seem to mind my mishmash outfit tonight
Kind of a pajama-meets-track-suit-meets-Mum’s-shoes-look
The hotel more than made up for my brain-dead-ness
I remember the last time I was here I wrote about the lovely hotel we were staying at
Lovely except for this
You can read about it HERE
When we checked in today, the first thing the owner said to me
“…welcome back Jenny. I read your blog after you were here last – and don’t worry, we’ve gotten rid of the hairy blankets you didn’t like”
Ummm…ok – way to make me feel like an arsehole
I didn’t mean say it was totally gross
(Which it totally was)
But I DID say how amazing the hotel is
And the rooms are the shit!
With THE best beds in New Zealand
So yep, they got rid of the wax-strip blankets
Now they have these
Which on closer inspection
Look like this
Which if I’d thought about it earlier
I could have turned into something to wear tonight!
How trendy would that have been?
In a beige-butterfly-bowed-booby-bridesmaidy way
Maybe I’ll use them tomorrow night’s show in KAIKOURA!
Do you think they’ll notice if I ‘borrow’ them?