It’s always nice when you move into a new apartment and the previous tenants are willing to leave some furniture behind. Usually it’s because they don’t want to lug it out themselves, so you take it, for free, hoping you’ll just pass it down to the next renter and avoid becoming the sap that has to bring it down a tricky flight of stairs.
After one of the coldest winters in recent history, today’s deliciously balmy 34 degree weather was much appreciated. Compared to the months of needing one to avoid frost bite on the ears, today a hat was only necessary for fashionable purposes. People meandered down the sidewalks instead of scuttling into stores simply to stay warm. Why, we all walked with our heads held high, necks no longer needing to bend in order to protect our faces from biting winds. Rumor even has it our seasonal patience grew three sizes this day 😉
Jade, a blogger from Sydney by way of Saigon (or is it Saigon by way of Sydney??- please enlighten me dear), has been a longtime follower of this site and recently my Instagram account. Frankly, I think she’s the coolest. I already told this budding architect that I was going to commission her to build all 4 of my houses. I look at her Instapics and wish I was one of her friends posting up on a boat in the Australian waters; lady, someday our paths will have to cross when they finally make a budget airline to down under.
From a young age I knew I dreamed differently from many people. While most couldn’t remember what transpired when they closed their eyes I would have deep, engaging dreams. As I got older I started reading dream interpretation books and, without trying, I learned how to lucid dream.
My last post was about preparing my closet for fall and it was so hunky dory scarves this and cute shoes that. Well, that was Saturday morning and Sunday took a turn for the worst. The apartment officially chilled over and I finally had to shut all the windows that had been opened for months. I kid you not: flies were clinging to window panes to die. It was vile, and the worst of it was I had to go to bed in socks. Yes, socks.
I’ve got a case of the Mondays. It’s a 12 hour work day for me, so I’m usually dragging buns when all is said and done (like right now as I write this post). But what gets me through this long day, and the rest of the week (besides the occasional glasses of red wine) is a pop of life and colors.
I’m talking about flowers.
One of my earliest memories was touching snow for the first time. Somewhere there is an adorable picture of me, with a slightly runny nose, and little chubby fingers, trying to figure out this weird, cold, flaky substance. While adorable, I can’t say I looked nearly as suave as Hector does now with his new glasses; such good taste.
I Dream of Poutine 