home life

Oh, temporary homes. I'm looking forward to having a proper home later this year (if all goes as planned) because things have been so temporary for so long. Where's home? Definitely not my "hometown" Vancouver. My parents have a house in Hamilton, but it's not like I'm from there. Barcelona is my home now but I spent the last several months a bit all over the place in terms of living situation. If home is where the heart is, then mine's in at least four different places right now.

But ANYWAY, if home is where you sleep, then that's currently this cute little third floor flat in Verdun, Montreal. I'm in love with the Montreal residential architecture, all little iron staircases winding up brick buildings to an entrance porch. We also have a little balcony at the front and a slice of fire escape at the back to watch the sunset and the back alleys of my temporary city.

If home is temporary, family is apparently forever. I'm wearing a dress, shoes and amber necklace that are all hand-me-downs from my mom (the dress made by her in the 70s, as I never fail to point out when I wear it).

a deleriously pretty summer wedding

Montreal stuff is coming, but in the meantime I forgot to post these pictures, which are a chance to show off my favourite dress of the year. I've been wearing this to all kinds of summer parties in Barcelona, and it's one of pieces that makes you feel instantly special. Not the kind of thing I'd wear to the office, but a good antidote to the blah-ness of everyday life.

This was the wedding of a very old friend of mine, who I hadn't seen in 15 years. We grew up across the street from each other in Thunder Bay, Ontario, but when I was 10 my family moved out west. We didn't really keep in touch, but when he heard I was in the country I got a last minute invite to his wedding. It was gorgeous, it was amazing to see him and his brother again all grown up, and the food was really. damn. good. I always find weddings a bit weird, and I'm not sure I could have one that was so formal and ritualistic myself, but I won't deny it was a good time, and I must have had three helpings of pie and ice cream....


me and my dad! :)


There was a trio of cute Norwegian girls there, and one had a manicure of different animals with googly eyes and everything.




My main memories of these guys are in pyjamas...


Summer in Ontario, how I love you and your fresh berries for pies!

(dress is by Family Affairs; I like to support the independent brands by labelling them, although I don't with many of my clothes).