unrepentant vanity post.

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So this is what happened:

Last night, I went out for dinner with my Mother.  When I left my apartment, at around 6:30, it wasn’t raining, so I didn’t think to bring an umbrella.  By 6:45, it was pouring.  After an uneventful subway ride (aside: I will never refer to it as the “Canada Line”, so please stop correcting me, random Vancouverites!), we walked through Gastown, only to discover that the restaurant we wanted to go to was closed because of a private function.  Some quick googling found us a different restaurant to go to, but at this point, dry was a feeling I had only ever known in passing.

Several hours and a bottle of wine later, I was once more forced out into the cold, wet, umbrella-less night, and when I eventually got home and dried off, my hair looked like this:

Now, my hair is normally quite large and unmanageable, but it has never before seen such heights (or widths).  (Please forgive the awkward bathroom myspace iPhone photo with terrible lighting. It was late! It was for documentation purposes only!) Despite the awkward proportions, I sort of secretly wish it could always look like this.  It’s a little hard to believe that not very long ago I used to look like this, in 2006. It was way hardcore, and much easier to maintain, if you can believe it.

(I swear that this post has a point, somewhat.)

Among my regular blog reader are two blogs that I’m sure everyone is familiar with: Dainty Squid and Little Chief Honeybee.  Now, I’m probably never going to be brave enough to join their ranks, but I love (love!) their ever changing hair colours.  On that note, just the other day one of my very favourite blogs ever, Door Sixteen, posted a very true comment that hair is just hair and if an experiment goes awry you can always cut it off and try again.  While I completely agree with her in theory, in practice I think that if I ever cut my hair short again, I will probably leave it that way, if only to avoid the awkward growing out stages that result in daily pigtails.  (Since I’m linking to everyone anyway, have you seen Elizabeth’s new haircut on Delightfully Tacky? Mine never, ever looked like that when it was short!)

Ok, I take it back, I don’t think this post did have a point.  Oh well.

Hope you have a lovely day!

XO

ps! I’m still looking for a few more guest bloggers for Valentine’s week. Get in touch, bloggers!

happy monday

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It’s another rainy morning in Vancouver.  Maybe it’s just because I love my apartment so, so much, but the rain isn’t all the gloomy — at least when I’m drinking tea inside.  Ha.

Now that I’ve been back for a few days and made the requisite “new apartment” trip to IKEA (if you follow me on twitter, you’ll have read all about how well that went…read: not at all) I feel like I can finally settle in and start producing work, as well as cross off a few things from my resolutions and 26 lists.  As a fairly goal-oriented person, I find that lists are extremely helpful for me, so I’ve been writing a short list every morning of what I want to accomplish for the day.  I don’t always manage to cross everything off, but I find that it’s way too easy to accidentally spend the entire day on twitter or googlereader, so the lists kind of keep me in check.  I’m working on it!

end of days

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I’m completely dreading the sheer number of emails I have to attend to in the next few days.  That said, if I owe you an email, I promise, you’ll hear back from me soon! Hopefully tomorrow! I’m back in Vancouver now, so expect daily blogging and hopefully lots (and lots!) of designs and prints over the next few weeks.  Thanks for sticking around! XO

vacation stimulation

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I’ve been vacationing in Toronto lately, which has been a particularly nice reward for the non-stop schoolwork I did these past few months.  I have about a week left until Meebo and I move back to Vancouver, and although I’m going to be sad to say goodbye to all of my friends here, I’m looking forward to starting my “grown-up” life in a new/old city.  That’s not to say that I’m not super scared about everything…particularly the unemployment aspect of things, but I think it will be a challenging, and hopefully fun (!) series of events.  I’m also not especially keen on bringing my kitty back to Vancity on a 5 hour plane ride, but as I have been repeatedly assured, it will be far worse for me (and my fellow passengers) than for Meebo.

Anyway, before “real life” starts again, I’ve been trying to fit in a lot of socializing with my nearest and dearest, as well as lots of sleeping in (which I’m justifying because of the time difference…? Cough cough).  This afternoon the boy and I ventured into the deepest, darkest Beaches (all the way East!) to run a few errands and meet up with my lovely friend Olga for lunch and a catch-up.  She lives in the sweetest coach house I ever did lay eyes on; it’s a tiny little two-story with exposed brick and pipes, ceiling beams, wood floors, and a gas stove, and I fell in love immediately.  We wrapped up our day by finally finishing up with Firefly and watching Serenity (his first time!) and ordering in.  It was a lovely and relaxing way to spend our Sunday, especially since I’ve been out and about virtually non-stop since I arrived on Christmas Day.