What better way to spend friday eve than helping fund research to cure cancer?

It's no secret that I lovethetron. I can honestly say it's one of the biggest loves of my life. You know what else is on that list? Fashion. So when these two loves collide - and for a good cause too - I get so damn excited about it. Case in point?

Fashion For a Cure  is just one of the many brilliant ways Breast Cancer Cure charity fund their research into finding a cure for cancer. They are returning to Hamilton on Thursday, 9th of June, at The Atrium at Wintec (what is more Hamilton than The Atrium?! Beautiful venue, home to many unforgettable evenings, and also conveniently located in town) and it's shaping up to be one for the books!

What better way to spend Friday Eve (yes, this is a thing) than in a room celebrating all things fashion with some of New Zealand's top fashion designers like RUBY, Liam, Andrea Moore, Moochi, Trelise Cooper, Taylor, Working Style, and Story (SO MUCH YESSSS FOR THIS LINE-UP) showcasing their collections.

Tickets are $75 per person and that includes wine, canapes, and a goody bag.

I recruited my Instagram husband slash fabulous friend slash gifted photographer Dilwin to attend the event with me so I'll be giving you the lowdown on the night over on the blog. But wait there's mooooooreeee... I am also going to be live snapchatting the event so follow me on Snapchat (jess-molina).

But you know what's better than seeing it through your cellphone screens/social media?

Be there. Be present. Right in the moment as it unfolds. I'll be seeing you X

As far as Sundays go

Here's a good old fashioned blog post chronicling exactly what I did today! Yay! Not that I'm assuming you care about every intricate detail of my life. I just miss having a space for my thoughts and my adventures when you can just be. Bringing back the good ol' blog post on blogspot with shit quality photos and shit quality gifs. Aesthetics be damned. 

I was happily minding my own business being lazy in bed when Joe facetimed me. He looked exactly like I did - still in pjs and in bed - at 12:30. 

"Get off your bum and have coffee with me," he said.

"I have $10 until payday."

"I'm pretty sure I owe you a coffee. Get dressed. I'll pick you up in 15 minutes."

I mean who was I to turn down free coffee, amirite?

We bumped into Dilwin and sat outside. I had my coffee and cheesecake ("Order anything you want as long as it's 5 cents" - Joe). We took photos, we talked about plans, we sang songs, we drank water, and we danced along Victoria St in broad daylight. As far as Sundays go, this was worth getting out of my bed and putting on a bra for.