…watching The Property Brothers on Wednesday nights with my mom.
Oh Jonathan and Drew, so tricky. I kinda have an uncontrollable love for HGTV, but what I like about The Property Brothers is that they’re sassy. You don’t often get a lot of sass from the hosts of those shows, the contestants might have too much sass at times, but the hosts always have too little (except Jonathan and Drew).
Could use a little mother-daughter HGTV time today.
Some things never ever change, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s a lot easier to run around having adventures all over the world knowing there is somewhere I can always come back to.
all photos from here
What is it about breakfast that makes catch- up sessions so much better? So little week, so many friends, so much breakfast. I have had three wonderful breakfasts this week with the wonderful people. Besides desert, breakfast is definitely my favorite meal.
Do you ever find things and think “this was totally made just for me”? I think ReadyMade Magazine was made for me.
That bookstore where Nate bought me the Jane Austen Anthology? well Nate’s Dad also introduced me (and bought me) ReadyMade. It’s a craft magazine that shows you how make your house look like an Anthropologie showroom without spending an arm and a leg ( a serious goal of mine). Example: a floor made out of old scrabble tiles (!!!). Plus most of the materials are eco friendly and made from recycled products. In the current issue, they have an article detailing how to make a beautiful trellis garden. They also write about recipes, sewing lessons and design stuff. I’m seriously considering a two year subscription.
I am officially back in California. The past four days I’ve done nothing but lounge and catch up with friends and spend time with my family. It has been glorious. Getting here proved prolematic. Shortly after I posted on the bus, my dad called informing me that my first flight would be delayed and I would subsequenly miss my second flight. Never fear, however, they moved me to the next avaliable flight from Las Vegas to Okland. It has, however, become a trend on my flight from Buffalo to Oakland that I get horribly ill somewhere along the way. I don’t know if it has to do with food or water or what. I’ve tried everything and usually end up vomiting or feeling like I want to vomit. This phenomena does not happen when traveling the other direction though. I dunno, it’s a mystery.
But here I am, safe and sound and feeling excellent. I forget how much I love my childhood bed and the luxury of having my entire closet at my disposal. I missed dinner with my parents and my cats. I missed having a backyard and huge windows that open and look out onto trees, squirrels and green hills (as opposed to the crazy and or drunk people on Bloor St). I missed birds (that aren’t pigeons) and nature in general. As much as I love the city, coming home to suburbia is in its own way refreshing. As long as I have my suburban sanctuary to come home to I can go anywhere. The first year when I went away I expected to come back and find everything drastically different, but it wasn’t– same bagel place, coffee place, school, stop signs. Lafayette never changes (except for the new library and some road work). It’s wonderfully comforting to know that it will always be here, no matter where I go or how much I change.
