I am truly the worst at this. Haven’t updated in a very very long time. Instagram is easy got the pic + one line caption and voila.
So here I am trying to bring this a bit up to date. As a result I bring you my inktober posts in December.
Day 1: SWIFT
Day 2: DIVIDED
Day 3: POISON
Day 4: DIVIDED
Day 5: LONG
Day 6: SWORD
Day 9: SCREECH
Day 10: GIGANTIC
Day 13: TEEMING
Day 16: FAT
Day 17: GRACEFUL
Day 19: CLOUD
Day 24: BLIND
Day 28: FALL
Day 30: UNITED
On some fairly rare but beautiful occasions I almost feel like I can balance.
The so called grown up life is a circus of undignified adults hopelessly trying to land the one tick they have studied with effort and in rare cased dedication.
Brains are sexy that is all!
Canadian weather seems to be into some seasonally inappropriate role play.
It’s been raining non stop all summer (with the exception of the time it snowed in Montreal this may).
The bar is so low now. All I am asking is one beach appropriate weekend.
P.S. If it wasn’t for the weather this would be the perfect place to live.
Being an auntie is the best way to go: all of the fun and only 1/100the of the responsibility. Piece of advice if she says “Guliguligu” you’d better guliguligu.
If you have at least one archie in your life you’ve probably been interrupted by “Dat canopy!” at least a dozen times in the middle of an obviously unrelated conversation.
P.S. Rolling your eyes on Peter Zumthor’s Therme Vals is blasphemy in my books.