Happy 2015: It’s a Brand New Year!

It isn’t that nothing notable has happened in my life since Remembrance Day. Rather, a lot happens every day and I can’t keep up anymore. I still want to write here. I still have things to say. I think I just need some time to figure out the things I want to say out loud. I love words too much to completely abandon this project.

I’m anxious and excited for 2015. I’m anxious because “5” years have never been good to me, but for the first time in my life I’m entering a “5” year after some pretty rough times and I’m excited because I think that things can only go up from here.

They will only go up from here1.

If you’ve been one of the few who still come to visit even though I don’t update often anymore2, I just want to say,

Thank You

And now I’d like to leave you with my selfie-laden-year-in-review.

January to May 2014June to July 2014July to September 2014September to December 2014November 2014November needs it’s own special collage, because it’s my favourite month of the year. There are other events I couldn’t find pictures for like the lovely Matt‘s birthday, Marie‘s birthday3, My wifey‘s return home, Playground Conference 2014, Storie‘s birthday, working on Say Yes to the Dress Canada, working as Ms. Jo Haughton‘s photography assistant, brunching or lunching with lovely people like Rannie Turnigan, Seth Wilson, Sara Noble and Jennifer Lui.

How was your 2014?

Footnotes:
  1. I will make sure of it[]
  2. or ever at all[]
  3. apparently I’m having too much fun at these parties to actually take clear pictures[]

From the archives:
Facing the fear

I’ve been afraid to write about it because I know that some of the things I want to say about it are wrong in their eyes. But I’m tired of it. I want to say my piece. I want my side to be heard. Then again, it’s not like any of the ones who mattered to me would be reading this. I could name them but that would violate their privacy. I saw photos of a wedding I would have been at if the Irish boy and I hadn’t broken up in October.

I got teary eyed staring at all the beautiful people I once called friends. And while I know I only have myself to blame for no longer being able to do so, it doesn’t change the fact that I miss them all. Dearly. The Bride was practically my best friend while I was living in Ireland. She is the warmest soul, and the sweetest heart. I would aspire to be like her; in every way1.

Maybe it was never about the cheating, but the lying2. People who know me may think I’m confident but I am human; I have insecurities too. This is my excuse for the lying. The fear of what would happen if I told someone the truth. It took a while, but I’m more comfortable with my truths now. Though the real test would be if I were able to stick to my truths when I start to have romantic feelings for somebody. For all of the relationships I’ve had, I feel like that’ll be the hardest hurdle yet. I know the logic behind it, but that doesn’t help me when I’m in the situation. The emotions are too strong to stay logical.

Going back to the Irish boy. I do miss having him in my life but I feel like it might be too soon for both of us. I know he had said once, soon after we broke up, that he wanted to keep me in his life but I think that was his heartbroken emotions talking. I’m sure he just full out hates me now. Or maybe it’s easier for me to think so. I know I committed the crimes, but that doesn’t make me any less heartbroken at the loss.

But this is my healing, pouring this out like this. If I don’t face it, it’ll stay buried. And all wounds, need oxygen to heal.

Patience.

Footnotes:
  1. and especially in the way that I know matters most to the Irish boy[]
  2. though we don’t talk, so I’m just speculating[]

Remembrance Day

There is a part of me that wonders why I care about these people who I’ve never met, nor have I ever seen their suffering first hand. There is another part of me though, that just says, ‘shut up and respect the things you know nothing about.’ And that is what I chose to listen to on days like Remembrance Day, and 9/11. They have lived through1 some horrible shit, including the loss of their loved ones2 and at the very least, they deserve my thoughts today.

Found on Imgur: Memorial Day

Found on Imgur

Footnotes:
  1. and some are no longer with us[]
  2. sometimes all their loved ones[]

‘Tis a good time for a clothing swap!

It’s true, I stopped blogging for a while. There was a lot going on my life that I have promised [myself] I would not blog about anymore because it hurts too many other people so I took an unannounced hiatus from writing. Right, now that’s out of the way…

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Some years ago, before one of my favourite people moved to Ottawa, one of her friends invited me to a Clothing Swap. At the time the concept was foreign to me but I fell in-love with the idea as soon as I learned more about it. Even though they’ve been around for ages, I’m sure there are some people who have yet to learn about the wonderful thing that is a Clothing Swap.

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A clothing swap is a party of sorts; a shopping event where no one spends any money and hopefully walks away with a nourished soul1, a full heart and new previously-loved items for their closet that they can be proud of. I’ve been to a lot of clothing swaps and I’m so excited to be able to host one again this weekend.

Here are a few of my favourite pieces that I’ve ever gotten at a clothing swap, that I may or may not be giving up this weekend:

Pink 80s skirt Gorgeous Asian style top The best scarf

Have you ever been to a clothing swap before? Do you have a favourite item that you got from a clothing swap?

Footnotes:
  1. if you believe in that sort of stuff[]

She’s a drama queen, if you know what I mean

If you don’t know the lyrics I’ve stolen my title from, then you need to consult the Googles. Though I’m not talking about the song in this here post. I want to talk to you about Savory Entertainment’s latest production, The Bootlegger’s Wife; A one-woman dramatic stage play created and performed by the one and only Victoria Murdoch.

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A southern Ontario Bonnie & Clyde story for the ages; lovers and business partners Bessie Starkman and Rocco “King of the Bootleggers” Perri, came together to build Canada’s largest rumrunning empire. Known for her quick wit, and shrewd business sense, Bessie collected the money and called the shots…until it backfired.

The play is set to premiere at this summer’s London & Hamilton Fringe but there are two exciting previews you can be a part of if you hurry! All you have to do is go on over to her Fund What You Can Campaign Page and see what you can donate. As for the two events I speak of, they are1:

Event #1: Garden Gala/Tour Launch Party (May 24th @ “Murdoch Manor” – South Etobicoke)

A prohibition-themed party hosted by “Bessie,” where you’ll be entertained by a historical storyteller (Special Guest Daniel Cumerlato of Haunted Hamilton!) as well as enjoy a sample performance from the show!

Event #2: VIP Preview Performance/Talk Back (May 30th @ Imperial Pub – Downtown Toronto)

The world premiere performance of Bootlegger’s Wife followed by an intimate talk-back/Q&A with the creative team joined by a historical expert!

Both of these events have limited tickets available, and are only $25 each. After seeing what she’s done with Dairy-Free Love, I can’t wait to see her bring Bessie Starkman to life2.

Will we see you there?

Footnotes:
  1. these descriptions are in fact copied right off of her FWYC page[]
  2. As an added incentive, I should tell you that I will be your hostess for the evening of May the 30th at Imperial Pub[]

Everyday is Mother’s Day!

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I haven’t kept it a secret1 that my Mum and I didn’t always get along. We simply rubbed each other the wrong way, and when I was younger it was harder for me to act like a decent human being when she upset me.

I think that our relationship is so important though; the lessons I’ve learned in trying to get to a point where we can be friends are some of the most important life lessons I’ve learned. I’m sure there will always be something to learn, too. I’m just grateful we’re at the point we’re at today.

I know that there are so many different ways that life could have turned out, so in my adult life I’m trying to fix the bad habits I picked up when I was a teenager. I try to call my parents for no reason, other than, to talk. I try to visit them as often as I can; lucky for me this isn’t hard since they live in the same city. I try to be a decent human being every day of my life; someone who they can be proud of.

It’s a privilege to have a Mum, let alone a Mum who I can call a friend2.

I love you Mummy. Thank you for all you’ve done for us.

Happy Mother’s Day <3

Footnotes:
  1. on this blog[]
  2. and such a cute one to boot[]
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