November 21, 2012 § Leave a comment
I’m going to tell you now that I love and am obsessed with Miranda Hart. If you don’t know who she is, fear not because I am about to tell you. Miranda Hart is an English comedienne whose self-titled sitcom launched her into the hearts and lives of millions… or at least mine and my friend Kat’s. Nothing to me is funnier than Miranda just living her life, except for maybe Miranda talking about it. She gives hope to the ridiculous and laughter to all. She is very tall and a little odd and my spirit leader. Here are some of my fave clips to get you started:
This is the first half of the second episode of the first season. I think it is a very efficient summation of all the reasons to love Miranda and is therefore a good place to start.
A BBC special including Miranda and adventure and feelings. All my favourite things.
A recent interview that may have made me pee my pants.
Oh and look, if you click on these letters you can buy her book for your own self. It’s magic (just like you)!
November 21, 2012 § 1 Comment
Petersham Nurseries (I’m not sure why that’s plural) is a privately owned nursery in the depths of England (I think). It was tragically orphanized (is that a word?) after someone died. That’s not true but for the purposes of this emergency post we’re going to say that it is. The point is this is a store and it is beautiful. Behold:
Photos via Light Locations
November 5, 2012 § Leave a comment
Adam O and I worked at American Apparel together in Halifax. That is how I met him. I only have one memory of us working together: In this memory, he’s standing by the socks with a clipboard in his hands (AA requires its employees to do inventory of the entire store every Sunday, which is crazy considering they seem to endorse shoplifting. I’m going to assume that it’s just their way of giving their staff a chance to reconnect.) Anyways, in this memory Adam is looking around, up from his clipboard and back down again, and though it seemed like he was taking in whatever ridiculous thing was happening in this ridiculous place, he was somewhere else–in a real, real way. That’s sort of how I’ve always pictured Adam; as this guy who is somewhere and everywhere. Like a ghost.
Today, despite evident and often vocalized affection for each other, Adam is, to me, just as much a mystery as ever. That being said wherever Adam is, I know that I am welcome. I don’t know if that’s a consequence of his personality or of our particular connection, but isn’t that just the best and truest definition of home? Wouldn’t you wish that on every person? I would.
In reality, Adam is amazingly kind and driven and decidedly not a ghost. He also is actually somewhere, namely Brooklyn NY in a ridiculously beautiful loft towards which I feel (what I believe to be) the appropriate amount of jealousy. Adam’s place has been exceptionally captured by himself in the following photographs and will likely cause you to hate your home and/or life choices. Enjoy!
November 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
Oh, Hello. Friend, I’m so sorry I have not been around. Full disclosure: I’ve been in a Twi-hole. Yes, this is embarrassing but occasionally I become so enraptured in the Twilight franchise that I lose touch with reality. It’s a real thing.
The first time I heard about Twilight was the first time I watched it. I knew nothing about the phenomenon going in, and though for the first 15 minutes of the movie I laughed along with my friends at the cheesy dialogue and predictable plot lines, I could slowly feel myself being overcome. As soon as RPatz’s pale brooding face filled the screen, I was hooked. I may or may not have at one point uttered the words “I want all of him inside me” very loudly in the theatre–I actually can’t remember, the whole thing feels like a dream. The point is, this all happened, and for better or for worse my heart still flutters at the thought of their undying (real life) love.
In the past few months that love has died, been resurrected and now the following abode plays host to it. Honestly, I’m a little disappointed. It’s kind of tacky, no? I guess it doesn’t matter what your house looks like when your boyfriend is regularly licking your armpits (that’s hot, I’m almost positive). I want to say other quippy things but life is too short for us regular mortals to be quipping all day long, neglecting all gainful employment. Mama’s gotta work.
October 18, 2012 § 3 Comments
God, if everyone could just live off Harbord the world would be a better place. Harbord is a street in Toronto that runs E/W between University and Ossington and is a collective favourite for walkers and (reckless) cyclists. It’s one of the greatest because somehow it has found this rare balance between residential and commercial that makes you feel like you’re not in Toronto at all, or maybe that it’s just been put on ‘Mute’. There are coffee shops, and restaurants and bookshops. There are even tattoo parlours. AND. And. Incasing this hub of quiet and greatness are some of the most beautiful and understated houses in Toronto. I say understated because I spend my whole days in Forest Hill gussying-up gardens for people who rarely see them. These houses: people use, and love, and sometimes neglect because they’re too busy hanging out on Harbord drinking coffee and getting tattoos while reading feminist literature. Toronto life did a nice little article on the reasons to love Harbord (as if we didn’t already), if you need further incentive. As a side note, if you are a cyclists (of Harbord or any street), remember that you have brakes. So that you can brake. Sometimes we all need to brake. For each other. That’s all.