Seen and heard (and read) lately


Happy first day of spring! It’s a bit cold and windy, but if you look past that it’s quite lovely out. I’ve also got Krispy Kreme donuts sitting a few feet away from me, so that is another tell-tale sign of spring.


Three Billboards Outside Ebbing Missouri. Initially, it was not something I was interested in seeing. But my parents had rented it, and I had to see it myself. Whew! Despite some weird/unexpected moments throughout the film, I came to the conclusion that it was quite good. Now I can see why it earned so many awards!

Writer’s Block. That would be me… If I didn’t use the internet as a distraction to keep me from writing.

Hands down my favourite Heritage Minute. For a minute long clip, it does a wonderful and beautiful job at encapsulating who LM was as a person–not just her Anne of Green Gables persona. It also makes me want to create beautiful words and imagery.

-Making this place in Tuscany my someday travel destination.


Smalltown Boy. It was one of those 80s’ tunes I’d always heard, but never knew who it was sung by. Then I had an aha moment and asked Siri. Now I know, and now it’s permanently stuck in my head.

I got you Babe. Another case of the ear worm! It’s a good song, but I know if I ever put it on my iPod I would enjoy it considerably less.

Fireworks, by First Aid Kit. Warning: you may find it achingly emotional.


Alas, no new books to report! I will report back soon when I find something worthy. The only one I’ve been reading lately is Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird, which has some excellent advice on both writing and life. Take for instance: “Clutter and mess show us that life is being lived… Tidiness makes me think of held breath, of suspended animation… Perfectionism is a mean, frozen form of idealism, while messes are the artist’s true friend. What people somehow forgot to mention when we were children was that we need to make messes in order to find out who we are and why we are here.”

It’s as much a comfort novel if there ever was one.



Wednesday mood

This was the closing sound track in the movie, The Theory of Everything. I’m leaving this here in honour of Stephen Hawking.

“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”

Love, dating, or lack of it: an alternative millennial story


Here’s a confession for you: I’m in my (very) late 20s… And I’ve never dated. I’ve never been on a date. I’ve never been in a relationship.  Those of you who know me are probably like, ‘well colour me shocked!’

I wish that I had some stories to share about my past experiences in love and heartbreak. To have them be funny, charming and full of bittersweet wisdom. But the truth is, I only have enough experience to make a few scribbles. The rest is still a blank chapter that’s yet to be filled.

I’ve been witness to friends and family members who have found love in their teens and 20s; they are either married, or very soon will be.  If they don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend yet, they probably will have one soon.

And then, there’s me: The perma-single. Forever the third wheel, forever showing up to family functions with no partner to smugly introduce. So single, in fact, that no one even bothers asking me if I’m seeing anyone. (I should probably be relieved.)

I should note that being single doesn’t necessarily bother me. I’ve been on my own for a good quarter of a century, and I’ve gotten this far without a SO just fine. I like that I have this time to learn about myself and to do the things I enjoy most, without compromising.

That being said, when you get this far with nothing more than a peck on the cheek*, and you see everyone paired up and happy (for the most part), you feel as though you’ve been missing out on something special. (That, and the romantic notions you were raised on as a kid have failed you.)

I could easily justify this based on my personality: at first glance I’m somewhat reserved, quiet, and not always willing to make the first move. (i.e.: A cute guy looks my way, and I…. turn to mush.) It’s followed me thorough high school, and despite having grown up since then, somewhere inside me that shy high school version of myself still lingers.

Putting oneself out there is tough; especially in this day and age, when everything is generally done through a screen; it’s only made worse when you are made to post appealing pictures of yourself and have to come up with cutesy/witty bios.

Which brings me to the online dating/phone dating apps: Tinder, Bumble, and Hinge, to name a few. I’ve never tried Hinge. Tinder I find trashy. As for Bumble, that’s where the woman gets to make the first move. It is filled with beautiful (and at times, shirtless) fellows who tend to write the same descriptions in their bios. I could dedicate a whole post to guys I come across on Bumble: ‘spider killer’. ‘Entrepreneur’. ‘Looking for the one.’ ‘Sports, travel and beer.’  And my favourite–‘Baby in the photo is my niece/nephew’.  Phew, for a second I thought it was actually yours! 

I have a love-hate relationship with Bumble. You swipe right, send out a friendly ‘hey!’ and if you’re lucky, you’ll get a response. When I don’t get responses after a few tries, that’s when I’m ready to throw in the towel. F*** this! This is app is stupid! I think. And then, no sooner than I delete it from my phone, I start to think, maybe I should give it another go? Ugh.

But really, I think it comes down to a matter of being in the right place and the right time. And right now–in my mind, at least–the timing still isn’t… Right. There are things I still need to sort out, both personally and externally, and those things have to be done on my own. That’s where my special ‘Saturn Return’ might come in handy!

Would I like to meet someone? Definitely. Will it happen through a dating app? I kind of hope not, but if it happens to work out, then I’ll be damned. Whatever the results may be, I trust that the Universe knows what its doing, and has my back.

In the words of Forrest Gump, “I don’t know if we have a destiny, or if we’re all just floatin’ around accidental-like on a breeze, but I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happenin’ at the same time.”

Having a limited dating/relationship experience should not make anyone feel less than adequate, and that’s why I chose to write about my own experience–or the lack of it!

And that’s all I got to say bout’ that.



*That peck on the cheek was a special something from an Italian boy I met for about five seconds while on a school trip in Italy. I was sixteen, and he wasn’t even that cute, but it MADE MY LIFE.


Top image from here, Forrest Gump GIF via GIPHY


Baby, it’s cold outside… But wait, think of the wonderful weather to come! That is, ahem, once March is through.

Here is a list of the pros (believe it or not, there are some) that this glorious month has to offer:

  • Tranquil snow falls. Even though it’s no longer December and the whole snow thing is considered passé/annoying at this point, we’ve still had some beautiful snow days. Now’s the time to just sit by the window with a hot drink and watch the snow come down. (Alternatively, if you want to indulge your inner child, run outside and build snow people. Just be sure to put on snow pants.)
  • The sudden influx of red and pink. Well well, if it isn’t two of my favourite colours!
  • Winter Olympic fever. Only every four years do we get such an addictive sporting event that captures our attention almost every waking hour. But holy hell, watching those athletes do things like half pikes and ski jumps and flips in the air amaze me every single time. And on that note…
  • Skating. All I need to do is listen to the commentators and suddenly I’m a skating expert.
  • The unsurpassable amount of chocolate thrust upon us that rivals Halloween and Christmas. Bring on those Lindt truffles and heart shaped boxes of chocolate.
  • Beautiful sunny days. Made even more delightful after five days of perpetual greyness.
  • Gorgeous winter sunsets. And oh, there have been many.
  • Homemade soup. Doesn’t get much better than that, does it?
  • Blink or you’ll miss them cherry mochas. Cherry and mocha, what a novel combination! Courtesy of Starbucks.
  • Chinese New Year. Made particularly special, because this is the year of the Dog. Dogs rule!
  • Roll up the Rim Season. My luck varies year to year. Some years it can be really good for winning free coffees and donuts, but other times it’s ‘SORRY! BUY MORE COFFEE AND PLAY AGAIN‘. Although, sometimes I wonder if they do it on purpose….
  • It’s Sleepless in Seattle season. I ain’t gonna lie, this is my favourite Nora Ephron movie. Every Valentine’s Day, I get the feeling there are lots of sentimental people who venture up to the top of the Empire State building to meet their lovers, like in the movie An Affair to Remember… Which I’ve never seen.

Spread the love this month, folks! We need it.



All hail John Williams

Just popping in to say that it’s his birthday today! BOW DOWN. He’s the guy who has composed the themes for Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Jurassic Park, Hook…. Just to name a few. Everything he lays his magical touch on is brilliant, startling, and memorable. His music gives me life.

If I were to ever have my own musical theme composed, I would hope it’s done by John Williams. (But really, I just really want my own musical theme.) *sob*


Image from here




Oh, hello! I didn’t see you there. Hope you weren’t waiting long. Happy 2018!

I have a love-hate relationship with this time of year. I love the fresh cold air, the short days, and the snow (when it’s dry). I love the prospect of the beginning of a new year, and having a fresh set of goals to accomplish in the new year. Oh, and hot dinners.

And hot chocolate.

On the other hand: I hate when the temperature rises above zero, which in turn makes things messy; that it takes forever to bundle up to go outside, and the abundance of germs everywhere. (Speaking of which, I’m on my third consecutive cold since November???! Seriously, am I that unhealthy?)

But I digress. My first accomplishment of 2018 was seeing the latest Star Wars flick on the big screen, and I’m so very glad I did.

So beautiful! Even the guard on the right can’t handle it.

(Ps: I may or may not be aboard the Reylo bandwagon. #OopsdIjustadmitthat?)

Now to other things I want to do before the year is up! One is to visit The Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the AGO. In short, it is the craziest/most gorgeous looking art exhibit by Yayoi Kusama. I knew that when it eventually came to Toronto, I would want to see it. And see it I will. (And Instagram it I definitely will.)


The other thing is the Christian Dior exhibit at the ROM. If there’s one thing I’ve ever wanted to experience in life, it’s got to be 1) wearing a spectacular vintage gown or 2) be within reaching distance of one. Preferably the former, but this exhibit will do!

And because my vintage clothing obsession doesn’t end with Dior, I also hope to visit the Toronto Vintage Clothing Show this March. Then I’ll really be up close and personal with vintage finds. And just maaaaybe I’ll be taking something home.

I can’t think of much else, other than that I want to/should write more, and take more photos. And skate this winter. I’ve said that every winter, and have yet to do it.

Suddenly, it just hit me that I’ve found my 2018 theme: Just do it. So, I shall!

To end things on a musical note, I watched Fiddler on the Roof for the first time last week. Lovely film with great music, but the Matchmaker song has been stuck in my head for a week. Now it’s your turn.


Image from here, Dior image from here,

A year in music

Ah, music; where would we be without it? It’s central to practically every aspect of our lives: it sets the mood, it can evoke deep emotions, and it in the darkest of times, it can bring us back to where it’s light. It’s that powerful!

That being said, I love thinking up play lists. So, what better way to commemorate the good and bad of 2017 with a musical play list! 2017 was a particularly good year for music (not including Despacito). I came across a lot of oldies but goodies, and a few new ones as well. (But mostly classic hits.) They remind me of certain events over the last year, and where I was at the time. And many of them have uplifting lyrics, and are meant to inspire us to overcome obstacles. And didn’t we all need these kind of lyrics this year?!

  1. Through the Ages, Cloud Cult
  2. To be Human, Sia (feat. Labyrinth)
  3. It Might as Well Rain until September, Carole King
  4. Shake it Out, Florence and the Machine
  5. Ahead by a Century, The Tragically Hip
  6. Bat out of Hell, Meatloaf (Yes, I had to include this one)
  7. Sunshine on my Shoulders, John Denver
  8. Runaway, Kanye West (Ballet may or may not have been an influence for me in choosing this song)
  9. Only the Young, Journey
  10. Everything’s alright, Jesus Christ Superstar
  11. Separate Ways (Worlds Apart), Journey
  12. Funnel of Love, Wanda Jackson
  13. Dedicated to the One I love, Mamas and the Papas

And of course, this:


What musical tracks defined 2017 for you?