Tuesday, May 31, 2011

doo woP

Cheering yourself up in five steps:

1) Have your best friend bring over breakfast
2) Scrub the hell out of your balcony, prep for gardening (no 'before' photos of balcony permitted; it's much too embarrassing)
3) Iced coffee. Iced coffee. Iced coffee.
4) Mariachi el Bronx, loud as possible
5) Shower dance party (no slipping! champion!)

TA - DA !

Saturday, May 28, 2011

good view

parks & pals

Friday, May 27, 2011

local done good.

This is so perfectly Summer-in-Toronto.

But you,

you're mine.

Wool, Leather & Wood.

Tuesday, May 24, 2011


I'm patchin' in.

Thanks, Chris!

Monday, May 23, 2011


I am actually much more excited by the artwork than the new music.

Gregory Euclide (whose Relief paintings continue to blow my mind) posted the Making Of videos, they're so beautiful.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

this is Basil.

stevie nicks, step 1.

Why wear sleeves if you can wear not-sleeves?

Softball has begun.

Friday, May 20, 2011

cat ballou

Monday, May 16, 2011

packing for the cottage in 1 minute or less

Dad's plaid, wooly mammoth ivory necklace, old jeans. Back-up long johns tied to purse strap.In purse: toothbrush, By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept, face wash, Leviathan (or, The Whale), underwear.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

naps on naps on naps

It is raining on me ever so slightly, but the breeze is perfect.

don't crack me uuuuuuup with your chomsky talk

for someone so delicate, you sure make things rough

Friday, May 13, 2011



work, work, work, work, baseball, work, work, work, work, work, patio lunch, work, work, work, work, prove that I'm still incapable of eating an ice cream cone without covering myself in it, work, work, work, work, cottage.

come on, tuesday.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

Roll it out, Rory.


Everything new is slowly being phased out of the house. Since I moved out and got all independentwoman! on life, I've had this delightful little kettle, a hand-me-down from Nanny. In an increasingly sophisticated kettle world, she looks a little out of place -- can't whistle to let me know she's boiling, needs to actually be put on a burner instead of her own little stand -- but she works.

In one of his frequent showings of generosity, a few weeks ago Pa brought us a new kettle. His intentions were good -- this one doesn't boil itself to death, it heats up exponentially faster than my little beater, you just have to press a button and you're set -- but I hate it.
(excuse the messy countertop)

It is a huge chore to refill. The stupid handle doesn't move. You have to very carefully manipulate the opening underneath the tap, and it can't be filled more than halfway before the angle at which it needs to be held results in it overflowing.

The frustrations never cease with first world problems.

no parents week

Despite my general abhorrence of the purse, for the past year or so I have been absolutely obsessed with everything produced by Forestbound.

Canvas and leather and WWII relics? YES PLEASE. I drool every time a new bag is posted. More disposable income is very much a necessity.

don't you lay those hallelujah's on those baby heads no more

Jack-of-all-trades and all-around amazing guy Tim McCreadytook some photos of me the other day. I figure, hey, I'm supremely uncomfortable in front of a camera, may as well get over that with someone I trust.

Later in the day, true to tradition, we celebrated Andrea Westbrook's birthday with the boys of summer.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011


Thursday, May 5, 2011

don't forget me.

I can give her flack for it till the cows come home, but I like music about feelings just as much as the next lame girl, and Sarah nailed it by showing me this diddy (and then rightfully teasing me while I fell in love with it).

There is such comfort in a bath of nostalgia when I find my own truths falling away.
There won't be another lazy Sunday at the Green Room or a living room filled with orange light and raspy voices, or a dirty skillet and empty wine bottle on the countertop, wardrobe mirrors and breadboxes of art supplies, and joining that happy bank may soon be the home in which I grew up.

Keep it hazy.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

you wanna be, you gotta be.

I'm excited for the first Island of the season, and how near/far we go in a year.

Today was a day of $1 beer, $2 tacos, $11 vintage and $30 bike rentals. This city is so flat, it's shocking how it remains so unfriendly to cyclists.

My dress is made of blanket and I have fallen in love with the fictionalization of J.R. Oppenheimer.

You handsome, destructive devil, you.

I was recommended this book for all the wrong reasons, but I couldn't be happier it wound up in my lap. It is so delicately, graciously, intelligently written. Every turn of the page elicits a shockingly accidental smile, and I am taking my time with it lest it end too soon (which it will, anyway). Pick it up. Then lets get coffee.

Monday, May 2, 2011

life is good.

I'm in Chicago, I'm listening to Wilco, it's almost four years later.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Sunday afternoon ritual.

Come home from work, nap, light every candle in the house, coconut oil hair, read the Saturday Star, cheese pizza, wine, roommate movie, book, sleep.

Favourite day of the week, bar none.