One Shade of Seneca

We stood at the gate without saying a word.  This extended silence made me blush when I thought about all that we had been through.  I wanted to say something but I was only able to stare blankly at the floor.

"Ahh uggg" he muttered.

Finally, he had acknowledged me.  My inner goddess beamed with happiness.  I didn't know how to react so before I was able to think of something witty to say, my brain skipped and I was only able to murmur "baa".

Immediately I felt myself blush with embarrassment.  How could he have any interest in me.  A gangly little girl with no hair who still needs a diaper.

He turned to me.  Our eyes met for a moment that seemed like an eternity.  My legs felt weak.  How does he have this effect on me?

With a swift turn he made his way back to the play structure.  His muscular legs guiding his soft foam shoes through the hot sand.  Turning back he muttered "Mum" before grabbing an adjacent plastic shovel.

What was his game?  How could he be so nonchalant with our summertime affair.  I wanted to call out to him but with all of this flushing, blushing, muttering, and murmuring, I was exhausted.  I would have to wait until our next encounter.  Mr. Seneca, what secrets are you hiding?

Sun, Sand, and Ice Cream

So, as it turns out, Mexican ice cream is very similar to Canadian ice cream.  Cold, creamy, and delicious.  Either way, Dad still doesn't trust me to eat it myself.  Sure, you throw a couple cones on the ground and all of a sudden you are branded as a "ice cream tosser".

After a week in Mexico, my views on the country have changed drastically.  Originally, I pictured a more impoverished, desert covered place where they make cheap knock-off products.  Turns out, at least the part that I saw, consists of lots of beautiful swimming pools, beaches, and luxury accommodations.  Everywhere we went there were bars where you could just order any type of drink you would like... for free!!  Craziness.  How can Mexico afford this?

Anyways, after a week of sun, sand, and relaxation, we were ready to go back to the daily grind of Canada.  Even with SPF 100 sunscreen, I still ended up with a pretty solid sun tan.... with no tan lines!

Maybe I should suggest they install one of those "free" bars at the park.  All the parents I saw seemed to really enjoy them.  The more they went back, the more they seemed to laugh.  Although, I did see one Dad that fell over at the bar.  Maybe he just got dizzy from being out in the sun too long....

World Traveller

Hello patient blog readers.  It is I, your intrepid world traveller Veronica.  As I have found out, maintaining an extravagant lifestyle as well as writing a ground breaking blog is not as easy as it sounds.

I spent some time in South America to, you know, just get away from it all.  Recharge the batteries.  After living life for over a year, I was a little burnt out.  Either way, I'm back.

Mom said that I was a good traveller.  I didn't really notice it much because she had put together a magic bag with all new books and toys.  I barely noticed Mom sweating and turning green during take-off.  Geez, relax.  I hear that flying is safer than driving.

Now I know this photo doesn't really show off any great fashion trends but as most of us know, just being comfy while travelling is the first priority.  Stretchy cotton is a saviour.

Perfect Fit?

Do these boots make my feet look big?  Or is it just me?

I asked for a size 1 and this is what they gave me.  Maybe if I put some thicker socks on.

Mom’s giving me some weird looks.  Maybe I should have gotten the pink ones.

I’ve worn them outside.  I can’t return them now.  I’m sure I’ll just grow in to them.

The fact that I'm not wearing pants can't help this situation.  I'll buy some boot-cut pants and nobody will be the wiser.

Problem solved.

Another Middle Name?

Actually, it’s not official, but another one of my middle names is “danger”.  Somehow in my short tenure on this planet I have yet to receive any type of scare reflex.  Turns out, the more dangerous or thrilling something is…. the louder I laugh.  Sure it started with fingers in electrical sockets (thwarted by safety covers…), then it moved to dashing towards open stairs (thwarted by safety gates…), and now it has moved to a constant need to spin around in a swivel chair.  Where most thrill seekers might sit on a swivel chair to spin, I have taken it to the next level with standing up while spinning.

Ha ha ha.  That is me laughing in the face of death.

On a fashion note, I have a nice little nautical theme going on with a pea-coat style hoodie, some skinny dark jeans, topped off with some Sperry Top-Sider boat shoes.  At least if I die, I’ll look good doing it.

PS:  When are these damn April showers going to stop?!  I want to play outside!

Did You Say "Egg Hunt"?

With the long weekend passing, I can officially say that it was the greatest Easter that I have ever had.  Not only did I get an extra day to hang out with Dad, but I got to go to some family parties, had my first taste of ice cream, and experienced my first Easter egg hunt. 

On the aptly named, Sunday, I participated in a grand search of Grandma’s garden for a hidden basket of Easter eggs.  This was quite the exciting event for all the adults there.  They seemed to enjoy directing me around the yard with squeals of “getting hotter” and “getting colder”.  Even though half way through the search I became more fascinated with a bunch of newly blossoming flowers, the adults continued their cries of encouragement.  To put these suckers out of their misery, I finally made my way to the so-called “hidden” basket of Easter treats. 

The basket was elegantly crafted with several different treats inside.  A chocolate bunny, a gin martini, and a bag of jelly beans.  The martini might not have actually been in the basket, but after a long morning entertaining the adults with clapping, muscle flexing, and adorable facial expressions, I thought I deserved one.

As for my outfit on this joyous event, I decided to wear a dress.  As evidence on this blog, I don’t seem to wear too many dresses…. so it must be a special occasion.  This little green corduroy number turned out to be perfect for a frolic in the garden.

Merry Easter everyone!!

80's Revival

Back when Patrick Dempsey couldn’t buy love, Andrew McCarthy’s career was booming, and Eddie Murphy wasn’t in a fat suit, the 80’s were a plentiful time.  Lots of over-the-top fashions, large accessories, and bright colours.  As with all trends, almost everything eventually comes back to style (hopefully croc’s die this decade and never come back).

The 80’s are definitely back.  Multi-coloured jeans, leather jackets, wayfarer sunglasses, boat shoes, anything stone-washed, and Robert Downey Jr..  The drab tones of the 90’s and 00’s are out the door.  The party, the flash, and “look-at-me” attitude are this year’s calling card.  I call the look I’m going for today, “The Flock of Seagulls” or “A-ha”.  Obscure, European, once cool, once not cool, now cool again, but always rock n’ roll.