July 28, 2014

Listen, Look, Love: July


A friend at work shared this beautiful rendition of a Robyn song with me. Upon hearing it I vaguely remembered hearing it before, but knew that it was a faster song than the cover that I was currently listening to. I like when people take a song and make it their own, which is exactly what Lucy Wainwright Roche did, and sometimes you like it even more than the original.


I really enjoyed looking through this selection of literary graffiti from around the world. Some of them I have read, while others are familiar because they are popular quotations, and some of them I have never heard of before, but I know who the author is and have read some of their other work -- or at least bits of it in order to pass a class in university. This quotation from this Emily Dickinson poem was my favourite.


It's getting time for me to start looking at a new watch, and I really love this beautiful watch from Olivia Burton. All of her watches are so simple and absolutely stunning. I may need one of these in my life very soon.

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July 23, 2014

To the Mountains and Back: Our First Big Family Vacation


We just got back from our first big vacation with the Little Boy. It was a whirlwind trip to the mountains and back, and I loved every minute of it. We explored dinosaur museums and zoos; went horse-back riding on a pony named Popcorn; went on every ride possible at an amusement park; dipped our toes in a glacial lake; we even climbed to the top of a mountain -- with a gondola taking us half of the way up. It was an amazing time, and I cannot wait for our next adventure -- and with this trip we can cross two more things off of our Summer List!

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July 21, 2014

With the Gorilla

She was sitting with her back up against the glass, so I quietly went over to snap a photo of her sitting there when she suddenly turned around and looked at me longingly with these big bold eyes. I walked up to her and she knocked on the window. I knocked back, and we began this form of communication that lasted a few seconds and then she settled with her hand up against the window, looking down. She would look up at me periodically with those eyes. I knew that I'd eventually have to walk away and join my husband and son again, but there was a piece of me that wanted to stay. There is a piece of me that will always stay.

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