But... since then I started making hairsticks. And I love the hairsticks! Last week, I sat down and made as many as I could before the adhesive made me feel a little squirrely.
17 February 2008
Why Did I Cut my Hair?
Last January I decided that it was finally time for a new look. I went to the hairdresser and for the first time since the second grade I went for a short haircut. Overall, I am pleased with the result. It makes my natural curls far more manageable, and it makes my very round face look a little less round.
But... since then I started making hairsticks. And I love the hairsticks! Last week, I sat down and made as many as I could before the adhesive made me feel a little squirrely.
But... since then I started making hairsticks. And I love the hairsticks! Last week, I sat down and made as many as I could before the adhesive made me feel a little squirrely.
14 February 2008
Happy Chocolates and Flowers Day
Chocolate shop window in Brussels.
Huge copper bowls of chocolate treats in Belgium.
A sidewalk flower shop in Paris.
Huge copper bowls of chocolate treats in Belgium.
A sidewalk flower shop in Paris.
3 February 2008
Beach Booty
HHhmmm... that really sounds like another of those ill-conceived fitness fads. Its not.
Gripped by a mean case of the February blahs and restless with cabin fever following yet another winter storm, I really needed to get outside today to take advantage of the fleeting sunshine. Unfortunately, by the time I had bundled up to go out, the fleeting sunshine had fled. No matter, it was fairly warm, just around the freezing mark and little wind. I drove to the Beach area of Toronto, figuring a long lap of the boardwalk would cure my ills.
Well, I didn't quite make it that far. I walked down to one of the breakers to watch the ducks for a couple minutes. I made the mistake then of looking down at my feet. There was a perfect little piece of tumbled beach glass. Pale blue, my favorite colour of beach glass. Then, wonder of wonders, another piece. And another. Another. What a find. Although there is little good to said of winter storms, there is one benefit. With the high winds whipping across Lake Ontario, come strong crashing waves. This results in all the lake bottom detritus getting pushed ashore.
On my walk, I probably only made it about 100 meters in total. The length of this, I spent bent doubled over, picking up bits and bobs of debris. In less than an hour I came away weighted down with a pocket full of treausures. Lucky for me, there were three very exciting morsels. Three sizable pieces of porcelain/china dishes with the pattern still intact.
Gripped by a mean case of the February blahs and restless with cabin fever following yet another winter storm, I really needed to get outside today to take advantage of the fleeting sunshine. Unfortunately, by the time I had bundled up to go out, the fleeting sunshine had fled. No matter, it was fairly warm, just around the freezing mark and little wind. I drove to the Beach area of Toronto, figuring a long lap of the boardwalk would cure my ills.
Well, I didn't quite make it that far. I walked down to one of the breakers to watch the ducks for a couple minutes. I made the mistake then of looking down at my feet. There was a perfect little piece of tumbled beach glass. Pale blue, my favorite colour of beach glass. Then, wonder of wonders, another piece. And another. Another. What a find. Although there is little good to said of winter storms, there is one benefit. With the high winds whipping across Lake Ontario, come strong crashing waves. This results in all the lake bottom detritus getting pushed ashore.
On my walk, I probably only made it about 100 meters in total. The length of this, I spent bent doubled over, picking up bits and bobs of debris. In less than an hour I came away weighted down with a pocket full of treausures. Lucky for me, there were three very exciting morsels. Three sizable pieces of porcelain/china dishes with the pattern still intact.
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