Coolest ever, huh?
The best part of this image is its caption: “Make something cool every day.” I think I’ll take that as a challenge.
Image from Orphan Elliott.
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And now we have a fundraiser.
Hope In Haiti is happening Wednesday, January 27th at Barcelona 1180 Granville St. Featuring The WZRDZ, DJ Flip Out and you.
Thank you Larissa, Kim, Bryce, Mattie and everyone else who is making this happen. Want to get involved? Email me at theanthology@live.com
And it’s warm enough to wear a summer dress?
With a linen jacket? Yeesh. This is hardly a true Canadian winter.
As excited as I am for the Games, I’m even more excited for spring.
The sunshine! The flowers! It’s just around the corner, mes amis! How excited are you?
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Going to the store and buying a CD — I don’t even remember the last time I did that (I’m an iTunes and eMusic kind of gal).
But I couldn’t find a site that would let me download Neon Indian’s Psychic Chasms {legally} so I decided to do things the old-school way and marched my little self to Red Cat Records. (Picked up some tickets to Miike Snow and Appleseed Cast while I was there.) It was quite the musical moment.
Is this how our parents feel about records?
I shouldn’t admit this, but I’ve collected so many brooches I don’t even remember where any of them came from anymore.
Like the little clear crystal one in the top right — it may or may not be the one I found in an antique store in Belfast. I just don’t remember (because I have one quite similar).
Which means this collection is more of an addiction than anything. Brooches Anonymous, anyone?
Because if I weren’t, I’d go all out and commission Tulle Box Designs to make my wedding favours. And not just because it’s run by my friend (yes, I am shamelessly friend-plugging).
But because the work is gorgeous. And especially tasty when these little packages are filled with Thomas Haas chocolates.
If I had a time machine I’d re-live that ridiculously fun, nerve-racking day. Only this time I’d have these fancy favours. Thanks to Tulle Box for the images.
Then my friend Surina has a plea for you: submit a reservation request to El Bulli. Now.
The world’s best restaurant only takes reservations in January for the entire year. And these reservations are very, very hard to get.
Which means even if you submitted your request on New Year’s Day there’s no guarantee you’d be eating there in mid-November.
Chef Ferran Adria’s creations are that good. Otherworldly, apparently. Or “alien food” as the amateur gourmet calls them.
Thanks for the heads up, Surina! Images from here and here and here.
Honestly. When it comes to candy-apple red shoes, The Wizard of Oz is the first thing that comes to mind. N’est-ce pas?
Except my Toto isn’t a terrier, but a calico cat.
Then there’s my bold “gold” necklace.
Where’s it from? Not Kansas, friends, but Italy. In the ’80s. Or so the story goes.
Are you as exhausted as I am? I’m still recovering from all the holiday dinners and parties and celebrations.
But January shows no sign of slowing down. We still have another Christmas to celebrate (hooray for Ukrainian heritage!).
Speaking of celebrating, on New Year’s Eve I wore a vintage jumpsuit and faux lambskin vest.
And my vintage snake skin clutch. (Neutral colour + distinct texture = sweetness.)
Plus, January means celebrating two of my best friends’ birthdays (yaaaay Ashley and Briony!) and the long-awaited Phoenix concert (honestly, I’m in heaven).
I’ll sleep in February.