For the Birds

My Saturday's are reserved for errands. While this may sound daunting, I actually look forward to my Saturday routine.

After going to the gym, we run our errands, usually taking a mid-day break for a quick bite to eat and a well-deserved drink. If it weren't for this pit stop I would likely not dress up as much on the weekend. However, knowing we are going to stop somewhere and not just flying through with shopping carts is all the motivation I need to look put-together.

Prelude to the Birds

I love a good story and I undoubtedly have the gift-of-gab.

Shockingly, I rarely spoke until Grade 3. Until Grade 3 I was a momma's-girl and couldn't go anywhere without her holding my hand. This led to her attending Junior Kindergarten twice.

Spring Trenches

I grew up in Northwestern Ontario – not only are winter's cold, but the longest season. When I moved to Southern Ontario I quickly embraced shorter winters, even if that meant rainy springs.

A good trench always makes a rainy day brighter. My last 'trench coat' may have been fashion-forward, however it was the furthest thing from practical. Realistically, the only thing that classified it as a trench was the belt and double-breast. It was waist-length, 3/4 length sleeves, and lacked a hood. Even with an umbrella I was soaked.