We had a plan one evening recently to go and see the Christmas lights on a street famous for dressing up its houses (not quite American style though, New Zealand is a little more low-key). There were a few hours to fill in, between finishing work and it being dark enough to see the lights. We didn't want to go home so our plan was to have a drink in a pub nearby, then takeaways at a local park before heading to the light show.
We stopped at a Belgian Beer Cafe. Atlas soaked up the sun, and the compliments of fellow customers. I was asked if I wanted a small or a large beer when I decided on Hoegaarden. I said large, then changed to small. My husband went up to the bar and came back with the bucket that you see above (large). It was 'only' 500ml which he justified by saying it was less than 1.5 small bottles. It's bigger than Atlas!
'Never drink a beer bigger than your head' should be my motto, but I ignored it that day.
Next stop was the park with takeaways and a picnic rug.
Poodle relaxing in the sun once the dishes were washed up.
Back to the car, slowly. It was still very much daylight and we knew the lights wouldn't even be on yet.
Heading down the famous street in search of Christmas festivities.
One of the first of many cutely decorated homes (they must have decided against prettying up the wheelie bin).
Atlas cutting a dash on his Christmas leash (red with snowmen and Christmas trees on).
The sky was beautiful as the earth turned and darkness came.
One of my favourites - very subtle and stylish with plentiful round paper lanterns in varying sizes of yellow, red and orange.
The upper balcony is extremely tasteful I thought, and appropriate for a very hot early summer.
A long shot of the street.
It looks simple enough, but I bet outlining your home in lights is a big job.
Atlas walked all the way down the street (we parked at the top). It was a 10-15 minute walk and he skipped ahead like a puppy, pulling at the leash he was so excited to be out and amongst it all. It was a different story crossing the road at the bottom and walking uphill though. He started flagging and we took turns carrying him back to the car.
He conked out immediately on the drive home. I don't think he's ever had so much exercise in his life before he came to live with us.
Merci for reading How To Be Chic since I started in May of this year. I am looking forward to an exciting 2011, and will be back in January for my next year of living chicly. Merry Christmas!