The Shopping Frenzy

I haven’t felt the shopping bug for a while.

Last weekend, it caught me hard.

I spent about five hours at the mall in Nanaimo, and I didn’t leave empty handed.

As well as a book in Chapters, I bought an entire bag full of clothes at Reitmans (a dress, a pair of pants and bright pink floral blouse unlike anything else in my closet.)  Then I went to Pier 1, and got lost in their world of perfect homes.  I bought four mugs I don’t need, a table runner I don’t need, tea towels I don’t need (anyone sensing a theme here?) and a “garden flag.”

My Boy took one look at the flag and said, “Don’t put that in the front yard!”

When did he become the voice of reason to my wild decorating ideas?  Oh, I remember–when he refused to paint the garden shed hot pink last spring.

Hang loose and keep those good vibes flowing!

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How to Mix Patterns

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When I was a girl, the accepted advice was never to mix patterns.

However, times change and fashion rules fall by the wayside.

As this emu hatchling demonstrates, polka dots and stripes can work together.  The secret to making it work?  Wear it with panache and confidence!

Bottoms Up!

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Ever noticed that most problems don’t seem so big after some time has passed?

These goblets at the thrift store reminded me of a similar pair my mother-in-law presented to me mere weeks before my cursed wedding.

“Aren’t they gorgeous?” she asked, praising her own gift.  “They’re for you and the Sailor to use at the reception!”

I went into panic mode.  I’m not hugely bothered about small décor details, but these Flintstone-style cups were way out of my stylistic comfort zone.

I agonized over what to do, torn between not wanting to offend my future mother-in-law and the horror of incorporating these hideous babies into my wedding.

I’d forgotten about this “huge” problem until I saw the replica glasses.  It was a reminder that most issues truly aren’t worth the emotional space we give them.

Oh, in case you’re wondering how the wedding glass fiasco resolved itself: my brother broke one just before the big day.  He claimed it was an accident, but he also suggested the breakage should count as his wedding gift to me, so I’m not so sure.

 

My New View, Part Deux

 

I’m slightly obsessed with water views.

Probably because I grew up in a house with unobstructed ocean views.  I had no idea how special this was until I moved away–and lived in a succession of homes with less than stellar views.

I don’t have ocean views at my new place, but the view I have is pretty wonderful–I see mountains!

I find myself wandering to the window to look at “my” mountains throughout the day.  (They’re constantly changing.)  I’m even looking forward to seeing them dusted with snow come winter.  I’ve never anticipated winter with anything other than dread, so this is huge!

I see mountains!

Good as Gold

I tried a Korean sheet mask.

Walmart has quite a selection, including one made with donkey milk.  (Who knew donkeys were milked for cosmetic purposes?!?)

I went for the “Supreme” gold hydrogel mask.

It was an…interesting experience.

The mask came in two pieces.  With no illustration to guide me, I initially put the top half on upside down.

Once I’d repositioned it, it kept sliding down my face.  (It was really slimy.)

Afterwards, my skin felt tacky, rather than soft, youthful and refreshed as promised on the packet.

Maybe I picked the wrong kind.

Anyone know if donkey milk is particularly slippery?