Jun 22 2011

summmmmmmmer.


Yesterday was the first official day of summer.
And it actually felt like it.
Three cheers for warm weather!
Dave and I went for a walk after dinner in the lovely sun, and I picked daisies and buttercups alongside the road. Now they live by my computer, keeping the summer cheer while I am stuck inside editing all day. *sigh*
I think I will eat dinner outside today.

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Jun 18 2011

{♥} inside our house


I’ve been planning on doing a blog about our new house for the last little while, but it seems I get overwhelmed when I start taking pictures of all the rooms and details. And I know that if I shared all the pictures at once it will overwhelm you. So I decided to share little bits at a time in a weekly post called “{♥} inside our house”.
This detail of the house is something I’ve been waiting and waiting to share. I ABSOLUTELY adore (and I mean ADORE) these lamps (err, there are two. The other is on the matching bedside table). And then there is the little brass deer. I love finding brass critters at the thrift store. Soon, I will have a whole forest of brass critters. Just wait.
So I bought the two matching vintage lamps on Etsy about a month ago. I waited and waited, and the seller never responded to my email requesting a tracking number. Two weeks after I bought them, she responded, apologizing and explaining that she had a family emergency and mailed them late. On top of that, the address ended up being wrong to boot (partly my fault, partly the sellers…long story too). Then shortly after, Canada Post went on strike.
Sad. Sad. Sad.
The seller tried and tried to call Canada Post…but, well, they were on strike. I watched the tracking like a hawk. I even went to the house where the package was addressed to and informed them that a package was to be coming their way with my name on it, and to reject it and send it back to the post office.
Finally, the package said it was in Abbotsford. Huzzah! I went to the post office where I thought it would be…and there was no post office there anymore.
Psshhh.
We searched post offices in the area and found the nearest one and hoped for the best. When we got there, there was no sign of my package. The lady told us to check back later.
Later came, and we checked back.
No package.
She told me not to worry and insisted it was supposed to come to that particular post office. That wasn’t very reassuring to me though. If it was supposed to go there and it’s NOT, shouldn’t that be worrisome?
But I persisted.
I checked back again. The lady now said there was no record of anything being sent to my name. We tried searching the address. Nothing. I was starting to get a little bit irritated at this point. I was not about to spend $ on something only to have Canada Post lose it. (Seriously, why should they strike to get higher wages if they can’t keep track of my stuff?!)
I exchanged phone numbers with the lady and asked if she could call me when it actually came.
I had turned around to leave, however, when I heard the lady call out my name.
“Oh, it’s right here!” She said.
Psshhh.
Somehow the tracking number got changed…(?! What? How does that happen?)
It has been sitting right there in their store room. In plain view. With my name in BIG letters across the front of the box.
YARG.

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Jun 16 2011

what happened?

Vancouver (during the Olympics in 2010) in all it's beautiful glory. From Queen Elizabeth Park. Click to view the large image. It's worth it.

A few days ago, I had a completely different plan for what I was going to be posting today.
I believe the words I used for my plans were “I hope to capture some epic scenes of unbridled awesomeness”.
Well, last night there were epic scenes of unbridled something. But it wasn’t awesome.
I had plans for posts whether the Canucks won or lost. I had a nice speech for if they won. It was to include some amazing pictures of our wonderful city celebrating. I also had a nice speech for if they lost. It was one of those “Oh well, better luck next time–you played well and we’re proud of you” sort of speeches.
Just to back up–(incase you’ve been hiding in a hole for the last month, or you live in a place where hockey doesn’t come on the radar)–the Vancouver Canucks were in the finals of the Stanley Cup playoffs. This is a huge deal for a major hockey city like Vancouver. Last night was game 7. The final game. Vancouver & Boston were tied with 3 wins each. Kind of a tense situation. The final game was in home territory for the Canucks. A big deal.
In short–the Canucks lost. I won’t go into details about the game. In truth, my interest in the Stanley Cup playoffs is purely cultural. I love to see scenes of an entire city celebrating together. I know how much hockey means to this city–well, the entire province really. I was, and still am thrilled that our team got as far as they did. It was impossible, even for someone like me (who is normally oblivious to sports) to not get riled up and cheer for the Canucks. To be honest, a big part of me also wanted the Canucks to win because I heard all sorts of things that Boston fans were saying about Vancouver and it made me upset.
I love Vancouver.
And I still do.
But last night after the hockey game…things got a little bit ridiculous.
Dave and I had originally planned to be downtown. Now, like I said–our interest was purely cultural. I wanted to take photographs of it all, and write a little something about how awesome everything was. When we talked to a friend of ours who lived in North Vancouver (who was a MAJOR Canuck fan) he said “No way. Don’t do it. It could get ugly.” So we watched it at his place, with the intent of taking the sea bus to Vancouver if they won.
Well…they lost.
Minutes after the game I googled “Riot, Vancouver” to see what was going on. I saw a few updates about a burning car, and reports saying that they didn’t estimate anything close to the riots in ’94. Just to be safe though, Dave and I left right away. No need to be on the road when there are angry drunk people around. The drive back was clear and easy. But the reports on what was going on downtown were getting worse. Fires, looting, smashed windows, people fighting cops, and beating up Bruin Fans. Insanity.
I’d be lying, however, to say I’m ashamed of Vancouver. I’m not. In reality, I’m fuming that a bunch of empty headed baboons (I’m restraining myself from using stronger language) decided to tarnish our beautiful city. I have friends all over the world who have never been here. I brag about BC all the time. When you guys hear the news about the riots, know this: this is not Vancouver. This is not who we are. The number of idiots that participated in this ludicrous escapade are vastly outnumbered by those who actually care for the city.
Take, for example, the facebook event that emerged this morning: Post-Riot Cleanup-Let’s help Vancouver. Canuck fans (and just Vancouverites who care) who want to fix what the baboons did.  Because they care about their city.  15,000 attending.  Or the tens of thousands of people who are trying to identify the hooligans who rioted (via identifyrioters.com)  But it’s still upsetting to see all the videos of the riots where people are standing around doing nothing. I mean, come one. We are so privileged here. And people had the audacity to riot over a hockey game?!

Really.

There is so much more to this city than those terds who wreaked havoc last night.

This is a world class city, with so much to offer.

This is a city that has exciting entrepreneurial opportunities.

This is a city with some of the best freaking restaurants I’ve ever been to. And I’v been to a lot of restaurants around the world.

This is a city that is full of multiculturalism.

This is a city that loves the outdoors (Well, we can’t help it.  We are set in the most beautiful place on earth)

This is a city that loves hockey. (And the real fans of the Canucks last night weren’t burning cars.  They were cheering the Bruins after the win.)

This is Vancouver.

So if you were one of the uncultured dingbats that set fires and beat up Bruins fans last night, then get out of our city**.

That’s not we are about.

 

**Actually, I hope you go to jail.  And I hope in jail you have to sit and watch reruns of hockey games where the Canucks lose until you are mature enough to deal with your emotions.

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Jun 15 2011

bandwagon fan. but who cares at this point.


Todays the day.
I’ll be in Vancouver watching the game at a friends house. If we win, I will be downtown with my camera. I hope to capture some epic scenes of unbridled awesomeness.
PS: Amazed that I own a Canucks hat? I pulled it out of a box of sentimental journey stuff in my closet. Ten years ago I sang the national anthems with MEI at the home opener game. All we got was a hat. (Ok, and the experience of singing the national anthems at a hockey game).

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Jun 12 2011

it’s all in how you word it…


I made a dress from scratch last night. I love sewing from scratch. Unfortunately I suck at it. I need a dress form. Do you know how difficult it is tailoring something while it’s on your body?
This was made out of some vintage fabric I found.
Well…
Actually it’s just an old bed sheet. But saying vintage fabric sounds nicer.
It’s all in how you word it, right?

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