First off – LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THE SKY IS GOOD GRIEF IT KILLS ME.
Seriously, I near but froze my toes off, tip-toeing around my balcony yesterday morning trying to get these shots.
But are they not oh-so worth it?
And then, because I’m one who can never just leave well enough alone, I had to take a second round of shots as I walked to the metro (plus one final snap when I arrived at the skytrain station.)
Honestly, I’m surprised that I don’t catch more people taking snaps of the sunrise. I mean, am I the only sap left in the world who’s moved by this kind of thing?
Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that I was some kind of high-flying migratory bird, or climatologist, or Greek god in one (or all of) my previous lives, what with how pathologically OBSESSED I am with the sky.
P.S I’m calling dibs on Athena, here and now and NO SWAPSIES ALLOWED! That badass gal is my homegirl through and through, ya dig?
Anywho, I can only hope that we continue to have good weather so I can carry on getting all shirty over cloud striations, and the way the early-morning horizon looks like a giant space toddler’s blue and orange finger painting project.
(p.s. I think I’ve been reading too much Drew Magary, hence the current love affair with CAPS LOCK. Do not be alarmed. As with all crushes before it – both written and otherwise – this too soon shall pass.)
In the interim, fry up time!
All that glitters is not gold.
So my fabitty fab sister in-law Vanessa is engaged to be married, and her wedding day is coming up daisies (or within the calendar year if you will). As such, she is on the hunt for a gown in which she will be fit to wed her dearly betrothed.
Now, I love weddings like the wedding-mad fool that I am, so I readily agreed to accompany her shopping the second that she asked. We spent last Saturday afternoon together, along with my mother in-law (or CAPTAIN C as I like to refer to her), visiting the various shops that line downtown New Westminster, perusing their incredibly diverse wares.
Now, my sis is a lady of discerning taste, and to say that there were some stores that didn’t quit fit the bill is a bit of an understatement.
For instance, I managed to covertly snap this picture of one of the prom dresses available for purchase at one of the shops:
I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY SOMEONE WOULD MAKE A DRESS OUT OF THE SAME MATERIAL USED TO CREATE THE SPACE SHUTTLE.
Seriously, somewhere out there Rumpelstiltskin just rolled over in his grave.
(Also, that pink number isn’t anything to write home about either.)
Needless to say, we didn’t last long in that shop, and quickly moved on to a store where everything Ms. V tried on brought tears of happiness and joy to my eyes (and not, you know, a panic attack.)
Different strokes and all that, but my capacity for completely gaudy get-ups is limited, especially outside the confines of an H&M dressing room.
To a Tee.
Remember when I wrote about how awesome my little sister’s butcher shop is?
Well, check out these smashing Highland Drive t-shirts HOT OFF THE PRESSES:
Don’t you want one?
I have already placed an order for both M and myself, so you should probably think about procuring some of your own. All the cool kids are doing it!
Find out how you can get your mitts on these sweet things by following my wicked sister on the FACEBOOKS HERE.
(And while you’re there, you should probably stop by Ye Olde Rant and Roll and like that too. SHAMELESS PLUG Y’ALL.)
Sometimes I feel as though I am overrun by gadgets.
(This overwhelming sensation definitely played a leading role in what kept me from getting a cell phone for so long.)
I mean, I go to work and sit at a compute – writing, reading, researching, blogging, tweeting, facebooking, e-mailing, scheduling, etc., etc.
Then I come home and use my laptop or tablet, like some Asimov inspired cyborg.
And it is because of this that I make such a concerted effort to make sure that I unplug at every available opportunity. I read like a reading thing as much as I can, go for walks with my husband, take endless photos of my cat (and the sky), cook, listen to the radio (what would I do without the CBC!?), talk on the phone with my far-away loved ones (ACK! I have just realized that most of these things are gadget related!), or just sit and think my madcap thoughts, all alone and on my own.
However, on this last point I really need to get better at “just being.”
Growing up, we used to always call it “bear by yourself” time. I want to re-learn how to be bear by myself.
That’s all she wrote this Friday my loves.
Wishing you all a very fabulous weekend, whether it is adventure filled or quietly serene!
Take each moment, and enjoy.