I really packed as much as I could into my weekend in Christchurch. With a full itinerary, I still managed to sneak in a few side adventures, such as visiting the houses of a couple of favourite bloggers. Unfortunately my ability to snap photos as well as fully embrace experiences did not quite match up. As a result I have only a handful of shots from Deb's house, and NO photos from Miriam or Justine's (both SUPER sweet houses).
Not that you need my photos of Deb's house, really. She posts the most gorgeous shots of her home over at Works In Progress, and these photos do little other than prove that YES, I was at DEB'S HOUSE, and of course reiterate how cool her home is! I also had the privilege of meeting her husband and two youngest, who were just as lovely as this lady herself.
I have just one story, which kind of exemplifies the kind-hearted person Deb is. As I was snapping a pic of that flour sifter on top of the fridge, and Laura was admiring it aloud, Deb reached up and pulled it down, pressing it into Laura's hands for her to take home. She then scooted into her cupboards and returned with a QUILT! For ME! We were both a bit speechless. Yeah, highlight (I'll show you soon). I was willing to fight to the death to get that quilt onto my flights, despite only having carry-on, but fortunately having a baby on my hip, various bags hanging off me, and a bedraggled, woe-begone expression meant that no one questioned my excess luggage. Sometimes being the one everyone feels sorry for kinda pays off. Thanks for grizzling through the airport, bub. And thank you, sweet Deb. It was such a pleasure to meet you and your family. One in a million lady.
The lady herself, snapping pics at C1.