funny the way it is...

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The last post i wrote was dripping with positivity, all the things i was thankful for that day...who knew that while i was writing that my dad had just died...I would find out 2 hours later and very much change the whole feeling of the day...and days to come. slowly healing,  sad quietness.  

Today I am thankful for...

...hot pink gerber daisies in my living room

...fresh starbucks coffee

...clean laundry in my room

...an already planned dinner menu

...hand me down green lu lu lemon hoody

Homey stuff

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G has gone out to run errands and I am hanging out at home.  I need to clean up last nights curry remnants still splattered on the stove.  I need to do some homework so that next week is less stressful. I need to vacuum But instead I am checking out all my favourite home blogs and start planning the things I want to do with our future home.  It's funny to be in interior design, trapped in a tiny apartment with piles of stuff, and no budget.  We have made quite a nice little love nest with our hand me downs and various mismatched goodies. In fact I feel like we are cultivating quite an eclectic style/taste which is an adventure in itself. However, it's a good thing I have all this time to start figuring out what I love so that when we buy our first home I will have  ideas for how to set up our space.

I've had fun browsing on etsy.com lately.  It is really hard not to buy all the goodies that steal my heart, but maybe this will motivate me to get back into crafting

Job Interview

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I have an interview this afternoon at an art gallery.  It would be a perfect compliment to go along with school and am a bit excited about the opportunity. If it doesn't work out I am focusing on the positive and that there is another amazing job out there for me!

Weekend in Guelph

Floppy hats at the T-party





Breakfast of Champions






Farmers Market
















Crafting before........................and after

He wishes for Cloths of Heaven

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
--W.B Yeats

(A note I tucked into G's lunch today)