Weekendly Things
My hydrangeas are all like “hey.” And I’m all like “hey. I’m going to cut you up and put you in my toilet room.”
I made some homemade gazpacho this weekend. It’s fascinating how you can give something a fancy name, and people forget that it’s basically ragu tomato sauce with some cucumbers in it. I added a parsley sprig, due to my extreme fanciness.
This was my dinner last night. That little block of cheese was $12.00. I ate it in about 3 minutes and 20 seconds. It was totally worth it.
So Levi’s is finally re-issuing its High Rise Skinny… BUT, it’s not re-issuing its High Rise “Demi Curve” Skinny. That “Demi Curve” is Levi’s-speak for “Chick with Hips like Shakira”, so I totally need them. Serious dilemma… unless you are me and you have basically full control of the Earth due to your power over the Internet… because then you can find discontinued items like obscure jean-cuts in your size for half price and have them sent to you within days.
I have a feeling there is some kind of wasp’s nest hiding out on my deck. I anticipate an epic, Lord of the Rings-esque battle between human (me) and insect (this guy) in the coming weeks. Stay tuned.
Beers with friends > beers alone.
Diet Cherry Vanilla Coke < Diet Coke.
Finally, went to the Junction Flea this weekend. Micah our pal from Russet and Empire, along with some other go-getters in the hood put this thing together at the beginning of the summer and it is pretty much blowing up. Pam and I might try to do a Shoebox table there next time if we can get our shit together.
FYI it was BLOODY HOT. I immediately regretted bringing Molly, because I basically tortured her in the sun and heat for two hours for the selfish purpose of searching for like, old “vintagey-looking crates” to add to my already massive collection of “vintagey-looking crates” to complete my “vintagey-looking vignette” of “vintagey-looking stuff”. I am a horrible mother.
Good news is I FIN-A-LLY got a tan on my pasty ass. Not literally my ass. I hate to say this because of all the bad things that come with sun exposure, but I look A BAJILLION TIMES BETTER with a tan.
Anyways. End communication.












Self-hating, dog-loving and cheese-eating in Toronto. 

