live free

If anyone needs me, my little Libran feet will be resting on my bed while I lay sprawled on my back on the floor, smoky haze surrounding tiny fingers and Jezabels playing as loudly as possible. It smells like caramel and leather here (how fitting, my room would take on the same scent as a good Scotch) but the walls still need more, they always need more.

ALL OF THEM

"These are going to be so good to look at in 30 years."

The entire day, with Polaroids. Tiny snaps of happiness as easy as falling leaves.

Happy one year anniversary of moving to Toronto!!

A dozen of these little darlings arrived for me at work on Saturday. We dispersed them throughout my room on Sunday, finding homes in tiny bottles and previously forgotten vases.

I'm 25!

Birthday indulgences:

- sleeping in (until 7.45!)
- walking halfway
- Americano for the road
- standing on the escalator

If anyone needs me today, I will be singing outrageously along to Usher and hammering the final nail into the coffin of my youth

A perfect day off.
How I feel on a daily basis, Swar in his natural habitat, punkin pie (times two! And lovingly delivered to our chefs this morning. Why did I offer to make food for men who have built their entire lives around how good they are at making food?), laundromat selfie, pumpkin chai doughnuts with buttermilk glaze - our first co-bake, sharing skills - and a warm glass of cider.

Another Tuesday and I smell the leaves, they're dying in my city.

YOU GUYZ

tonight I am going to go out, drink some wine, order a charcuterie board, catch up with some amazing pals, and then go home, put on sweatpants (I am looking forward to this part so much it's uncomfortable), and look for fun old stuff on Craigslist. I might even bake some thangs. I. Can. Not. Wait.

Tomorrow, Tyler is taking me birthday shopping after we sleep in and have office hours and its going to be the best thing in the world.

My schedule is starting to have end times, which means I can go back to feeling like I'm in a relationship and quit being sketched out by every girl in the world.

In one week I turn a thousand.

Accidental Hand Hold: the Chelsea Clark Story.

It hurt me, physically, to sign off on my 80-hour paycheque.

Thankful thankful thaaaaaaaankful

I baked oatmeal-apple muffins for breakfast before we put on our best Thanksgiving plaid, and followed with dinner for two (on a time and skills budget). A quick scratch-card for dessert and a record as gift, and then rushing back to work.

Later my tiny ribs will be enveloped in arms and my bangs will get tucked behind my ears.

The nicest of holidays, the most authentic.

Remember when changing the outgoing message on the landline machine at your house was the coolest thing?

Good morning, welcome to my blog of selfies.