December 31, 2013


I'll remember it as the year I took the road less travelled. For all its foolishness, for the moments of unexpected disappointment and even the moments that I saw it coming. It was a challenging year.

But I'll also remember it as the year I met this girl:

Eager as I am for the upcoming year, I won't be creating goals for myself. Of course there are things I hope to accomplish, but to list them all seems counterproductive. I don't want to set myself up for failure or disappointment, and I don't need any additional pressure. If I do the things I set out to do, then that's great. If not, I will continue to live.

So rather than vow to lose weight, learn French, swear less or volunteer more, I simply want to enter 2014 with the major lesson learned from this past year - to never say never.

December 26, 2013

christmas respice

It's been a whirlwind holiday season. I've come to the conclusion that moving while you're a) still in management training at a new job, and b) preparing for your first full winter in Canada, is nothing short of crazy.

Keeping with the insanity theme, we bought a Christmas tree two days before Christmas (and one day after a major ice storm). The branches were still frozen when we erected it in a corner of the living room. Once it was fully thawed on Christmas Eve, I took to making garland out of cardstock and twine, and we decorated the tree in record time.

Christmas Day was a true holiday for me. No packing/unpacking boxes, no unruly retail customers, no office politics. Just our little family gathered on the couch, watching the snow fall on our backyard.

It was a Christmas of practical gifts. Bobby got power tools and a proper winter jacket, and I got a foot massager and heated slippers (retail is hard on the paws).

After we opened presents, we had leftover tourtière for lunch and lazed around in our pajamas until 4:30.

After cooking traditional stuffed birds/mashed potatoes/green beans/etc for Canadian and American Thanksgiving, Bobby and I decided to go simple for Christmas dinner. We made spaghetti with a homemade bechamel sauce and watched a Sandra Bullock movie. 

It was relaxed, quiet and exactly what our little family needed. Merry Christmas everyone!

December 20, 2013

moving day

Yesterday was Moving Day. It didn't go exactly as planned, which, ironically, was to be expected. Does moving ever go smoothly?

Maple had so much nervous energy that she vomited in the car and promptly passed out in the kitchen as soon as we arrived at the new house. She was surrounded by boxes five times her size and three loud moving men stomping around both upstairs and in the basement.

Yet she slept through it like a champion.

This photograph sums up Moving Day better than any words I can think to write.

Note: four boxes of pizza, wings and cheesy bread didn't make it into the shot. But rest assured, they were present.

December 12, 2013

baby steps

Remember that rental house Bobby and I signed a lease for last month? Well, we're finally getting around to moving our things in.

Although we technically took possession of it two weeks ago, since we were out of the country we didn't really get in there until this past Sunday.

In the four days since then, we've painted the living room,

kissed The Hideous Red Corner goodbye,

installed a stained-glass decal over a window near the front door,

and moved most of my Etsy items into the basement. I'm especially excited about putting this room together with shelves to display my antiques, a desk and a shipping station to process orders.

We have movers booked for next week, leaving us a few short days to buy a tree, find our stockings and celebrate the holiday among boxes.

This promises to be a very pilgrim Christmas.

December 10, 2013


My vacation in New York was long overdue and all too short. Such is any time off from work, I suppose.

I had a lovely time on Long Island with my family. Bobby and I drove from Ontario to New York with little Maple in tow, enjoying the winter scenery as we drove through the mountains.

The barn (yes, an actual barn) that we stayed in for the week was amazing; so much so that I actually miss it. It had started to feel like home.

The atmosphere was simple, rustic and infinitely more enjoyable than if we'd stayed in a run-of-the-mill hotel. This place had character.

Here are some of my snapshots from our time at the barn.

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