Thursday, February 28, 2008

For larfs

Click here, and then refresh refresh refresh.

Then watch this for really surreal good times.

Drunk again

If I resume a social life I suspect my business will fail.


Tuesday, February 26, 2008

In my next life

In my next life I'll be able to dance like these chaps

although I'll be regarded with the same respect that George Clooney receives.

Hopefully I'll keep my brains, but I'll be a bloke (gay I suppose).

omg, wtf?

Well, as I may have mentioned, I am all class, and now to prove it, my new email address:

dishy at babylicious

I should set up a brothel.

Finally - an announcement!

The crazy thing what I was doing has happened.

I have bought Dishy Designs, a super cool range of teatowel products. I am most pleased, and now also a fair dinkum crazy lady, 'cos I didn't have time before. Oh well. Fun!

Monday, February 25, 2008

I loves me some Helen

I know Helen isn't exactly flavour of the month with the voters, but I still think she is the least terrifying option as leader (and that is saying something).

An old classmate of mine was appalled to see I'd joined the Supporters of Helen Clark Facebook group, and I was shocked to find that anyone that went to a Steiner school would vote National. I'm naive. I'm also prepared to admit that I don't necessarily think the Nats are utterly evil, which shows just how middle aged I am becoming.

Imagine my surprise when I got messaged last night by Mr S (a Key supporter!) to say that I was on the telly. Blink and you'll miss it, but there I am as Miss Clark's number 3 supporter...

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Wry Baby

Chances are you've been sent a link to these hilarious pics of how to care for babies (today they're on Dooce).

I sell the range of stuff
, have done for ages, and I have the book in the shop. Wish I could add my name to the end of every email sent...

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Offer accepted

but sorry, can't say for what yet.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

I'm killing brain cells...

...but not in the usual way, this time I'm using that extra half an inch.

Big news tomorrow, I reckon. It won't surprise any of you who have been reading this blog for more than about a minute.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Hot tip!

The other Wanda Harland website (usurper! - 'cept it is me, so not really so much a usurper as a multiple identity thing) has a new sign up thingy. If you're cool or goodlooking or nice or rich or interested or nosey or happy or sad or tall or short or breathing or dead, I recommend you sign up forthwith and henceforth. We're going to have a coolio booze fest with handbag specials in the shop next week, and I'd like to invite you all, but can only do so through the magic of my new sign up box.

So go to it.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Man, what a day

The first email I checked this morning said "dear martha just to say i saw your t-shirts with your label in the one two three dollar shop in Queensgate thought you might like to check to check it out".

I waited patiently until a civilised hour to ring the sender, and she confirmed that they were really mine.

A month ago my shipment of 56 boxes of shirts arrived, minus one.

I called the coppers, and they said I'd need to go in to the station. I explained to the copper (rather fetching copper, actually), that I didn't care to go through a big rigmarole, I just wanted my shirts back thnx. He checked with his boss, and their advice was to go to the shop, and remove my stuff. Daring! Bold! And know what?

That is exactly what I did.

I felt very righteous actually, as soon as I saw the shirts on the shelf I realised that of course I could take them, they were my beautiful shirts, with my cute label in them. I picked them all up, strolled up to the counter, waited patiently for the guy in front of me to be served, and told the young chap "these are my shirts, they have been stolen, I am taking them back, I have told the police". I half wanted a tap on the shoulder from mall security as I left, so I could tell my story, but nobody stopped me. As fetching copper said, they knew it wasn't kosher, and probably half expect this sort of thing.

Absolutely no idea how the shop ended up with the shirts, but I suspect light fingers in a depot somewhere.

All that happened before 9.10am, and it has been a loooooooooooong day since.

Big thanks to the divine C, and her excellent detective daughters!

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

It's business time

I'm at the shop, doing business, and drinking lots of Foxton Fizz to counteract all the fecking wine I consumed last night. I know hearing about someone's hangover is only slightly more interesting than hearing about their dreams, but I will just say this. I found myself in the McDonald's drive-thru at 11am this morning. Shock. This is why Bret and Jemaine may have appeared a little sad this morning that I couldn't make it.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Because once every fortnight or so, some bastard wants you to post when you're pissed


Celebrating Flight of the Conchords, and auld friends, and new opportunities, and the abundance of sauvignon and pinot gris in this fine country.

And boysenberry icecream.

Celebrate good times, come on.

(Afternote, because 5 minutes after the drunken post, one is lucid and full of the meaning of life, and also, I would like to make "afternote" a new word in the english language)

Good night.

Sunday, February 10, 2008


If anyone has any strong opinions/recommendations about laser printers, please speak up. I need one. Black and white is fine.

Friday, February 08, 2008

Addicted to

We actually wept with the laughing at this clip, and YouTube has so many more.

That Mitchell and Webb look, found via Dooce.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

Limoncello is ace -

and so is Waitangi Day.

Even though I've been bloody crook, the sunshine has been so nice, I'm feeling happy. Limoncello helps.

We mooched around today. I should probably have opened the shop, but I actually believe that public holidays should be taken as holidays. So we cruised up the Kapiti coast, dipping our toes in the sea at Pukerua Bay and Raumati, and enjoying a delicious icecream at Lindale.

This evening I've been good and productive, and finished up several orders and started preparing for gift fair in March.

I thought I might try and get addicted to Dirty Sexy Money, since it is on TV2, which is the only channel I can get on my telly where I work, but it isn't showing too much promise.

And that, mates, is all.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Back to the future

I saw a Delorean in Fitzherbert St, in Petone, today. It was surreal.

Saturday, February 02, 2008

Glam bam thank you m'am

Glam bam thank you m'am
Originally uploaded by Wanda Harland
So, this is my picture. I think I was on the way to the supermarket or something, wish I'd dressed up...