Look at these damn crazy kids!
A little over five years ago, in front of friends and family, Marc and I pledged each other our troth. Our celebration took place at Minter Gardens, an absolutely amazing space just outside of Vancouver.
Here, plants and flowers of such a wide variety create a kaleidoscope of colours vibrant and breathtaking.
It’s a beauty that will make your head spin.
It was the perfect place for us to publicly proclaim our love for one another, celebrate with our phenomenal guests, and dance the night away.
So you can imagine how sad I was to learn that on the 14th of this month, these incredible gardens will be closing to the public.
It would seem that we no longer live in a world where people visit gardens as a weekend trip, or family getaway.
In an attempt to say our own goodbyes to this special place, Marc and I drove out to Agassiz last Saturday and spent a few hours wandering about.
It poured like the dickens as we strolled along the different paths, our umbrellas gently knocking each other, our coats slick with rain.
Afterwards, we warmed up in the cafeteria, sipping mushroom soup and milky tea, while our hearts went out to the wedding party congregating at the gardens’ entrance.
The bride and groom had obviously gambled on an end of summer West Coast outdoor wedding.
But a little rain isn’t anything a lifetime of love can’t cure.
‘If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.”
After the boys of summer are gone.
I have been a terrible bloggess of late.
I keep saying that I am going to get back into the regular routine of things – writing, reading, and commenting on the regular – but life keeps getting completely out of control and I find that I have zero time to do anything (like tie my shoes!), let alone sink back into this wonderous blogosphere and get my rant and roll on.
So please forgive my absence – or as it has been of late, my hot and cold presence.
Please know that I am thinking about all of you, and am taking the time (whenever it comes up!) to take pleasure in all of your musings, insights, photographs, and updates.
I miss this place terribly, and am doing my very best to get back to a regular rhythm.
And until the time when I regain my blogger mojo, some snaps:
I hope for all of the wonder you and yours.
Lord help us.
So many people, who mean so very much to me, are getting married this summer!
Tomorrow I celebrate the marriage of my amazing sister in-law (also Vanessa!) and her fabulous fiancé Joe.
It’s going to be a day of magic and marvel, of love, laughter, and light.
(I am also pretty excited to be emceeing the reception – all the jokes and witticisms are belong to me! Plus I just can’t wait to lead a toast to the happy couple.)
So in celebration of all the nuptials that currently make up my life, I encourage you all to give your special someone a extra tight hug, an extra long kiss, and just let them know how brilliant it is to have them in your life.
Because what, if nothing else except love, makes this world go round?
Happy Friday to you all!
Things! Things! Things!
There are so many things of which we must speak!
So let’s get cracking…
Bad McDonald’s ads.
These just squick me right out.
I know much of this is due to the fact that I am (at the base of it all) an immature degenerate (seriously dudes, whatever veneer of sensibility and maturity I manage to project is shellacked on with a trowel EVERY MORNING) BUT –
I cannot be the only one who thinks this, right?
I mean, who chose these descriptors? Yes, sex sells BLAHBLAHBLAH, but when I am eating your crappy fast food, the last, LAST thing on my mind is getting down and funky.
In fact, I’m pretty sure my feelings are literally the EXACT OPPOSITE of that.
And if it isn’t when I started eating said foodstuffs, it certainly is by the time I’ve finished. The end of a McDonald’s meal is always defined by the mild, yet lingering aftertaste of self-loathing, and the enduring curiosity as to whether anyone will ever again find me attractive.
(At least in the non-ironic sense.)
Don’t worry – I make my own bed. I know what I’m getting myself into, and yet, I NEVER STOP DOING IT.)
The long and short of it is – these ads are terrible and they make me uncomfortable for the thirty seconds or so I have to wait for my train to take me home.
AND THAT IS TOO LONG.
Why would you buy that?
People who live in Vancouver are officially insane.
Is there a place for you to hang your hammock, or does that cost more?
I can only assume that this arrangement has people peeing off of their (miniscule) balconies, and showering solely on days that it rains.
(Luckily this is Vancouver, so that averages out to quite a few cleaning days per year.)
FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS for EIGHT HUNDRED AND FIFTY SQUARE FEET!?
My head hurts.
Someone get me something TENDER and RIPE.
After seeing this watch on Jubilant Sea’s blog there was nothing in my power that I could do to stop myself from buying it.
It has a map!
A wonky map of the world!
I could wear the saddest, least colourful outfit in the world, and as long as I was wearing this watch, I would feel like a main stage player at Paris fashion week.
(I don’t really know what that means, but I’m sticking with it.)
So I am in quite a few weddings this summer because all the people that I know and love are getting married which is SO EXCITING.
And as such, I need to procure some vestments that I may wear while I witness these many exchanges of rings and vows, etcetera etcetra.
Today on my lunch break I managed to wrangle TWO dresses – one for my sister in-law’s wedding in August, and one for my sister’s wedding that is coming up SO SOON at the beginning of July.
The latter dress is one with which I have been enamored for many moons, after walking by Club Monaco a bagillion times and swooning every time I saw it in the window display.
I tried to hold out as long as I could, but today I caved and tried it on and I LOVE IT SO MUCH GUYS.
Seriously, I just love it.
In other news, for the first time since 1994 I have a weekend with absolutely nothing planned, which THANK GOODNESS, because I have my half-marathon in three very short weeks, and if I’ve going to run a sub-1:30 I better get back on the training path AND QUICK.
IT’S TIME TO GET SERIOUS.
In other great, GREAT news (concerning the run), I have already raised $1,035 for Big Sisters, and counting! I am running for the organization, and all the proceeds raised go directly to helping match new Bigs with the current waitlist of Littles.
If you are interested in learning more about our efforts, you can do so here.
Otherwise, I plan on doing nothing but eating a lot of Nutella and watching an entire season of MI5.
Is it just me, or does Lukas North get hotter the second time around?
Happy Friday you beauty cats!
I wish for you nothing but greatness, and awe.