Karen Walker polka dot dress (similar), Celine trio (and it’s on sale too!!), Charlotte Olympia kitty flats Bare legged and jacketless, braving the winds of an icy Southerly; now there’s a Wellington welcome that I’ve not yet forgotten. Some things never change. Like my ever-growing appetite for angry coastlines with crashing waves, the need to eat salted caramel everything, or my incapability to leave Karen Walker empty-handed. Even with a lifetime of memories in Wellington, it’s still possible to uncover something new. For me, it’s generally the coffee shops I never knew existed, or the winding staircases which hide large…