She Does Drink…


I’m visiting O and C, friends on Vancouver Island.  Even though this trip will necessitate two ferry rides, with a long wait at the terminal between, I couldn’t be happier.

I went shopping for little hostess gifts.  O is getting my go-to gift–wine.

C required a little more effort.  I finally settled on a pretty teal scarf and a bath bomb from Blue Magnolia, one of my favourite stores in Sechelt.  As I was paying, I shared the reason for my purchase.

“This is a gift for a friend I’m visiting.  She doesn’t drink wine.”

The shop assistant gasped.  “She doesn’t drink wine???”

“Oh, it’s okay,” I said, rushing to C’s defense.  “She does drink.  Just not wine.”

This begs the question, why did I feel compelled to reassure a stranger that my friends do indeed drink?



“The City”

So I met D in “the city” yesterday for lunch and some light shopping.

It was just what I needed–giggles, wine, sunshine and two glorious ferry rides through ridiculously beautiful scenery.

D, who is camera shy, was official photographer, recording the highlights of the day.  (You’ll have to trust me on this–I did actually spend the day with a friend.  For once, it wasn’t just me and the dog hanging out.)

In the giddiness of being in “the city” with an actual pal, I let my hair down and had some fun.

I may have gotten a little too friendly with a sea-going fella (what is it with me and sailors???)

I photo-bombed myself in Sephora (who knew I could be such a ham?)

…and did I mention the Lamborghini?  I’m not a car person, but that Lamborghini–even the name is spectacular!  (I did check to make sure the driver wasn’t sitting inside before I posed next to it.)

I meant to snap a picture of my lunchtime wine (“I’ll take a large, please!”)…but I drank it before I thought to get out my phone.  Instead, I took a photo of the glass I had when I got back to the cottage…along with my super pretty N mug from Anthropologie.

It’s good to hang out with friends.  I wish I got to do it more often.