Last week I experienced the greatest job perk ever: a trip to New York City to cover Bridal Market, which is essentially the wedding industry’s lace-and-ivory take on Fashion Week. When we weren’t attending runway shows or clinking champagne flutes with bridal royalty Randy Fenoli, my boss and I explored some of New York’s hippest neighbourhoods. As she observed, we saw the good, the bad and ugly during our five-day visit.
Last weekend, Dave and I flew to Halifax to visit our friends, Catherine and Pete, who moved to Seaforth, Nova Scotia (a small town about 40 minutes outside of Halifax) last September so Catherine could complete an internship for school. They’re currently headed back to Ontario, so we made it just in time to get a glimpse of their life in the Maritimes. Here are some Instagrams of our awesome trip.
“If you’re not reading a great book, you might as well be dead.”
I just invented that quote this morning and I wholeheartedly believe it. I feel out of sorts when I don’t have a book on the go. It’s similar to the way that I feel when I’m not getting enough exercise or Vitamin D.
I wait all year to welcome the long, carefree days of summer and once the season arrives it seems to pass through town as quickly as that charming, mulleted carnie I once fell for in my youth. To summer I say the same thing I did to that wandering love whose teeth were as crooked as his scruples: Oh darling, if only we had more time.