This didn’t last long..


And this is precisely the reason I should never be allowed in the SPCA to “just have a quick look”.

This marks the fourth time I’ve gone in to browse and came home with an animal.

Welcome to the family, Harvey! img_2218


Marriage is about compromise, right?



The Brit really wants a dog. I can barely keep a pet rock alive. So, we compromised and bought a little herb garden for our patio.

I know it’s only the first day, and I don’t mean to brag, but everything is still alive. That’s a major win in my books.


A little seawall love


If there’s one thing I love, it’s candid moments. I love them even more when they’re caught on camera and you can revisit them and remember all of the feelings in that one shot.

Thanks S for capturing this photo of The Brit and I. It’s definitely one of my favourites – simple and pure.

“Love doesn’t make the world go ’round; love makes the journey worthwhile.” – Franklin P. Jones

The writing’s on the wall (literally)


 It’s been a crazy few months (well, year): The Brit and I got engaged, ticked off a couple bucket list trips, planned a wedding, got married and moved into a new place.

I made a promise to my Dad on his birthday last year, December 6, that I’d have a proposal done for my book by his next one. Maybe it was a bit foolish, maybe it was a bit too ambitious, but now that we’re settled in our place and my book outline is in my line of sight, I’m back at it. No excuses, no pretending it’s not on my radar – it’s smack in the middle of our living space daring me everyday to open my computer and add to my outline, finish another chapter, have the courage to bleed on the keyboard, as my favourite memoir coach so eloquently put it.
These last few months have taught me that I hardly ever “feel” like writing. Writing isn’t a mood, it’s a choice. And one I need to make every. single. night. Sometimes I nail it on the first draft and other times it takes an army of editors. But I first need to make the choice to do it. So, here’s to diving back in full speed.

‘Adulting’ at its finest



It’s well over 24 hours before our first dinner party in our new place (of what we hope will be many!) and I’ve already got the table set and the wine chilling in the fridge.

If you had told me 15 years ago that hosting a dinner party and using new place mats and cutlery would make me this excited, I would have laughed in your face.

From burning poptarts and improperly boiling eggs to hosting dinner parties at home  where I actually cook half-decent food and have a couple signature dishes – I’ve come a long way in three short years. Who knew being an adult was this much fun?

Do you have a signature dish you cook when you have company? Share it below.