You know you've become a true gypsy when the annual gypsy cocktail party is re-named after your blog. Yes, that's right, this was one celebration where we could revel in being as fabulous as our little hearts could manage. Not a hard task for our gorgeous hosts Mels and Jonas. The scene was Ivan's secret oasis. An overgrown section in the middle of nowhere (a.k.a Waitaki Bridge Village, Oamaru). House trucks came from far and away. Mels parked her coffee caravan - the amazing Lucky Star - in the middle of the party and fed us delicious freshly squeezed fruit cocktails. Gypsy muso's took the stage day and night... and all of the next day. Gypsy Fair palm reader Heather Feather did some great drum dancing in front of the stage. Kids, dogs and puppies ran amok enjoying their own little parties. We danced the day and night away as the cocktail bowls emptied out. To top it all off, we turned the decorative rope lights into wonderfully hypnotic skipping ropes. And then we slept it all off.