Let me start by saying I’m a nude sleeper. That’s right, when I close the bedroom door at night it’s all boobs and buns.
Frankly, I find sleeping in clothes suffocating and hot. I only wear clothes to bed for two occasions. First is when I have to crash at a friend’s house and am comfortable enough to share a bed with them (more like too princessy to sleep on a mere, mortal couch) but not comfortable enough to completely disrobe, because, you know, that can send some mixed messages.
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 😉
Lately I’ve been searching high and low for the perfect pair of leopard print shoes. Leopard is hard to work with because you’ve got to get the right color and spot size and shoe style so you don’t look like one of your bad Aunts who shops exclusively a Chico’s. Okay, not all of Chico’s is bad, but you know the section I’m talking about….
This summer I’ve been noticeably absent from I Dream of Poutine. In my defense I think that a lot of bloggers, especially those who don’t make a significant amount of their income from their web musings, step back from their sites to enjoy the Vitamin D.
For a moment I felt bad about it, but we only get so many months of warmth in New England, thus I wanted to take full advantage of these beautiful months.
So, to make up for being away, here are some of my favorite Instagram photos from the summer. The majority were taken from my iPhone, as I didn’t want to take my Canon to the hot beach. The apps VSCO and Mextures help give my photos that great look. Hang in for the long ride!
This is my favorite antique shop: Barge Canal Market. It’s filled with amazing pieces, though most are fitted for those with a $100K+ income who’re looking to furnish their loft with Eames-like chairs and ‘60s retro looks. Still, I love poking around.
My life has been a little fun, a little wild, a little crazy, and a bit all over the place, this summer. It’s been filled with delicious cocktails, a few stumbling nights, a busy work schedule, and loads of time spent on the Burlington shores of Lake Champlain.
This doesn’t leave much time or energy for writing, but, baby, when the weather is this good it’s hard to stay hunched over the laptop 😉
I’m a huge proponent of alone time. Maybe it’s the Pisces in me that enjoys being both an introvert and an extrovert, but as much as I love schmoozing with people I enjoying being alone and wearing my bulky green robe the most. While I wanted to take a friend up with me to Montreal for Memorial Day Weekend, I’m glad no one was available, because I was able to do what I wanted when I wanted; a perfect way to recharge.
Fall has been antsy. First it was snowing. Then it was 60. Then it was frigid. And sometimes it’s lukewarm and rainy. That unexplainable fall smell, the misleading scent that softens our senses and tricks us into Nor’easter season, didn’t linger, but came and went. Temperature be damned, these things have held true: like all New Englanders I’ve sacrificed coming home without a sunset so I don’t have to wake up in the pitch black. I stress and grumble over inefficient windows that let the heat out and the cold in. There are not enough hooks between me and my roommate for the various jackets for various temperatures (denim for those warm fronts, down for mornings when it should illegal to be out of bed, shells for the wind, and fleece for active days). But as long as there is tea and lattes there is hope—sort of—for surviving until March.
See you in a few months, sunset .