Thursday

Returning home from the stables this morning a bit later than usual, I leapt into the shower and it was only after I finished my blissful hot scalding shower (doing barn work in the morning these days has left me chilled to the bone. ugh. winter with the horses) that I realized that I had forgot to pop the laundry into the dryer last night. It was after I made do with the J's bathrobe that I realized that I was far from on time. and so, I did what I often do when I'm late - throw on whatever's in reach, grab my to-go cup that the lovely boyfriend filled with coffee and ran out the door.

It was only when I got to work that I realized I had mistakenly thrown on one of the bf's flannel plaid shirts on top of my beater tank top instead of one of my own. As well as realizing my go-to wilfred sweater was not only falling to pieces slowly but covered in dog hair. Lovely.

Next time I will try to adopt Drew's stees and pop on some cute heart shaped shades to balance the outfit. Seems to do a brilliant job at taking the oversize menswear shirt from frumpy to fashionable or at least bearable...yes?



till the cows come home

looking for a feature piece that will work for our future living room. being a farmgirl at heart and (hopefully) soon to be living on a farm I totally love the idea of cowhide.



F675 butterfly chair


dezza armchair

...and now for something completely different

Wink armchair

all images via www.informinteriors.com

cuteness


olive the office dog

P.O.V.

sometimes I look at what I've accomplished (and what I've not accomplished) and wonder...then I watch this goldie oldie and I feel much more content

Wednesday

murphy's law

After a season of bailing in wearing my new boots with their slippery, slippery soles I finally took them in to the cobbler to get the stickiest stuff put on the bottom. It is to my dismay that when I recieved said boots I gleefully put them on to go for dinner and I slipped on some mud and fell arse over tit. wtf.

such is my life.

domestic bliss.

there was once a time when I lived with my man and I did not understand the whole 'what's mine is yours' thing... I believe that my thought process was something along the lines of

1. If I like it, it's mine.
2. If it's in my hands, it's mine.
3. If I can take it from you, it's mine.
4. If I had it a week ago, it's mine.
5. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.
6. If I'm doing or building something, all the pieces are mine.
7. If it looks just like mine, it's mine.
8. If I think it's fine, it's mine.
9. If it is near me, it's mine.
10. If it's broccoli, it's yours.

oh how time has changed me. I am now more about what's yours is mine...? just kidding just kidding. I am now a happily cohabitating what's mine is yours woman.

list borrowed from the fantastic libertylondongirl.com.
on stormy nights like this I get a mug of cider and sit in front of the fireplace and play some of the old vinyls that my mum gave me... it's almost time for christmas music but not quite in my books. Patsy will have to do.

get well soon hurley burley


hoping this little lady gets well soon... home ain't the same without her tail wagging.

sad times on the homestead.

Sunday

what's life going to throw at me

been cruising all the horse-friendly properties for rent in the lower mainland...  we've seen some potential. we just don't know though.

it's just one of those life questions that everyone has to answer someday. when do you a know a home will be a home? when you fill it with family and friends?

I hope fate will hand me something worthy.

time to create some memories.





I dream of summer

and surf and warm weather and a tropical breeze


image via dakinedecor.com

Friday

wear some flowers in your hair

just cruised through some photos a friend sent me of her travels in San Fran... I would love to go to the windy city someday. until then all I have is other people's fading memories and this tune.

Tuesday

if I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like "hey, look. he's carrying a soldering iron!" and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could say, "that's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice." Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice, and I could probably hit them up for a free drink.

-jack handy

Monday

it's been so long...

my man's home once again and the butterflies I experienced en route to pick him up from the docks was unreal.

Saturday

some good scores

I went shopping with a few of my bests today. Got some good clothes, great boots and  some pretty amazing vinyls...




Thursday