Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Windswept
Today there was a windstorm that hit our town. Power was out at school, but I decided to stick around. And, lo and behold, Brittany did as well. I'd actually slept through the first two periods of the day, but I came to school to see if I could get my art stuff to work on. While I was here, the power came back on. So here I am.
It was a blustery day in the town of Grimsby, and Brittany made the foolish idea of not sleeping in, but attending school. She spent the first period sitting around in photography. She spent the second period practising music in the dim auditorium lit by emergency lights (because the power was out). She spent third period sitting as well, and then she found Lydia. Oh lovely, wonderful, beautiful, fantastic Lydia. Then she feasted upon cream eggs and chocolate milk. Life is perfect.
Brittany is suffering delusions. Maybe she was hit by a tree branch this morning. She'll be alright.
Here, have a singing candlestick.
It was a blustery day in the town of Grimsby, and Brittany made the foolish idea of not sleeping in, but attending school. She spent the first period sitting around in photography. She spent the second period practising music in the dim auditorium lit by emergency lights (because the power was out). She spent third period sitting as well, and then she found Lydia. Oh lovely, wonderful, beautiful, fantastic Lydia. Then she feasted upon cream eggs and chocolate milk. Life is perfect.
Brittany is suffering delusions. Maybe she was hit by a tree branch this morning. She'll be alright.
Here, have a singing candlestick.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Coffee Culture?
I think not.
I have never had such a shitty cup of coffee in my life. You'd think a place with the word coffee in their name would have half decent coffee! I am angry. I ended up throwing the coffee at a pole. Watching it explode was gratifying.
In other news, the soup was pretty good.
I have never had such a shitty cup of coffee in my life. You'd think a place with the word coffee in their name would have half decent coffee! I am angry. I ended up throwing the coffee at a pole. Watching it explode was gratifying.
In other news, the soup was pretty good.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Victorian Cottage
and if the cafe doesn't work out, we can just run away to a tiny cottage in the forest.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Practically Perfect In Every Way
One of the reasons that I admire Brittany so much is because she's so passionate about what she does. She's passionate about art, about music, about improv, and she's passionate about our dream cafe. And I realized today, that I am too. Not just, yeah, that sounds great. I am excited about it.
I want you, various readers, to be excited too.
What Practically Perfect will be, is a place that you'd want in your community. Somewhere where you can see the paintings that your neighbour did, hung up on our walls. Somewhere where you can see that novel that a friend of a friend published, sitting on our shelf. Where you can gather to hear a local band play. Where you can sit and talk to an old friend, or a new friend. Where you can sit quietly and read. The sort of place that feels right. No cookie cutter layouts, no carefully reconstructed facsimiles. Just a place that is what it is, and makes you feel good.
Maybe Practically Perfect won't be happening now. Maybe it will remain a dream for years. But someday, you'll be walking down the street, and you'll see our sign on an old Victorian house. And, dear reader, I want you to go in. Because, if all goes as planned, you'll find the sort of place you're proud to have in your neighbourhood. A place that makes sense to you.
And we hope, that when that day comes, you go on in for tea.
And we hope that it is delicious.
I want you, various readers, to be excited too.
What Practically Perfect will be, is a place that you'd want in your community. Somewhere where you can see the paintings that your neighbour did, hung up on our walls. Somewhere where you can see that novel that a friend of a friend published, sitting on our shelf. Where you can gather to hear a local band play. Where you can sit and talk to an old friend, or a new friend. Where you can sit quietly and read. The sort of place that feels right. No cookie cutter layouts, no carefully reconstructed facsimiles. Just a place that is what it is, and makes you feel good.
Maybe Practically Perfect won't be happening now. Maybe it will remain a dream for years. But someday, you'll be walking down the street, and you'll see our sign on an old Victorian house. And, dear reader, I want you to go in. Because, if all goes as planned, you'll find the sort of place you're proud to have in your neighbourhood. A place that makes sense to you.
And we hope, that when that day comes, you go on in for tea.
And we hope that it is delicious.
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Saturday, March 5, 2011
I'm Wishing ...
Cafe Must Haves:
Mismatched Chandeliers
Pretty Pretty Teacups
Teddy bear hot beverages
Mismatched Chandeliers
Pretty Pretty Teacups
Teddy bear hot beverages
Friday, March 4, 2011
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