Wednesday, December 19, 2012

{end on a good note}

Rumor has it the world is ending this week.
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At least, I think it's this week. (The 21st, I'm pretty sure? I need to start writing stuff like this in my day planner. I'd hate to plan a dental appointment on the last day of the earth.) When I realized we were running out of days I did what seemed necessary: I kissed my husband and thanked him for being so nice to me, I painted a picture of a sunrise, and I made a playlist of songs to listen to as the world ends. I can't imagine anything worse than watching the world blow up in awkward silence. 

If you're unprepared for this event because you've been too busy saying your goodbyes or painting your own pictures, you can absolutely listen to my playlist. I haven't paid enough attention to know what time exactly the world will be ending, so you may want to do your own research and time it out. It'd be sad if you only got to hear the first couple of songs. 


Here's what I'm going to be listening to on my iPod as I watch the world end from my roof.
(Click any song to go to the playlist on Grooveshark)

1. A Comet Appears - The Shins
2. The End is Here...The End is Beautiful - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster
3. Help, I'm Alive - Metric
4. You'll Not Feel the Drowning - The Decemberists
5. Dead Hearts - Stars
6. We Dance to Yesterday - Hawksley Workman
7. The Sun Ain't Shining No More - The Asteroids Galaxy Tour
8. Goodbye, Good Night - Jars of Clay
9. World Spins Madly On - The Weepies
10. Your Head is On Fire - Broken Bells

Friday, December 14, 2012

{windowfeathers}

Crickets.

The past couple weeks have been very quiet around this space. I have some good reasons and some lazy reasons and some tired reasons and some busy reasons. I don't think the world has suffered for it any, or even noticed at all, but I have noticed the absence of "blogging" in my mornings like I'd notice if my nose fell off my face.

That is to say, I've noticed.

Plus, whenever I don't blog for more than two days straight, my dad thinks I've died. Which is too bad for him, I guess. Mom will call me after a while and say, "Why aren't you blogging? Dad thinks you're dead," and I'll say, "Nope, I'm alive," and she'll say, "Oh, good."

{Hi, Dad. I'm not dead yet. Here's a wee picture of the frosty windowfeathers that showed up on the pane yesterday that I stared at for a solid ten minutes. Love you.}
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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

{paper umbrella & me & gold glitter raindrops}

When I first moved to the Cathedral Village, I instantly fell in love with a sweet little paper shop just down the street from our new place. It was this whimsical little place that sold journals and pens and stationary and gifts and other fantastic miscellany. Stuff you couldn't get anywhere else, stuff you wouldn't even think of until the exact moment you saw it and realized you needed it.

The shop owners, Brad and Theresa, were part of the magic of the place too--they made you feel as though you were their favourite customer, and as though your life was the most fascinating and fun life they'd ever heard of. They asked questions and remembered the answers. 

They were excited about their store; they were excited about their customers. 

And so, obviously, I could never walk past without going in, at least to say hi and buy a card.

{I now have a drawer full of cards that I've deemed too pretty to give away.}

It's been three years or so since I moved here now, and three years of ducking in to say hi has evolved into a really sweet friendship. I started teaching their son piano this fall, and, just recently, they asked me to give their website a little makeover and do some other little jobs for the company.

I was so excited. 

No. You read that wrong. You read it like, "I was so excited." You should have read it like, "I WAS SO EXCITED!"

Because there's something about being invited to be a part of something that you've loved for so long from the outside. It was like my favourite band pulled up to my house in their crafty little tour bus and asked me to join. Or like the guy who invented spaghetti offered to put my name on the box. Just a wonderful, good thing. 

Anyway. I've been working with them for maybe a month now, and we finished up the website last week sometime. Click over and say hi, if you want. And if you live in the area, you absolutely should wander in and say hi. 
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{I turned the design into an iPhone case too, because I was pretty excited about the gold glitter raindrops.}
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Monday, December 03, 2012

{advent calendars}

We are late, all the time, for everything. This is why, when we got to Walmart on Saturday night, all of the Lindt advent calendars were gone and all that was left were those plasticky ones with imprints of santas and bells and Disney princesses on them.

So we just bought the chocolate we wanted and made our own. 
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