(via mercurypdx)
I wish I was Canadian so I could make that line my Twitter bio.
ARB: It’ll go too well with the Bryan Adams postage stamp.
These all are basically the best necklaces ever. I really adore the two on the right side, though, especially the top right one. So gorgeous.
AH! A Bryan Adams postage stamp. Only in Canada, friends. Only in Canada.
(And if that isn’t enough of a punchline on its own, do note that this stamp was attached to an envelop that held…waaaait for it…A rejection letter. Oh!)
GPOYW, Only Part of My Face In Front of a Cool Fitting Room Curtain Edition.
Yeah. I don’t know. I just really dig the fabric and decided to block most of it with only some of my face. Sorry, that’s the best I can do on this fine little Wednesday morning.
A mildly negative mood may actually promote a more concrete, accommodative and ultimately more successful communication style.
heavy heart
So, after crumbling into a sobbing pile of snot and tears at my desk, I left work to continue said sobbing. I’ve sort of pulled myself together. And I have no idea what I’m going to say about all this, or why I’m even trying to put words to how I’m feeling.
My friend, Justin, was killed in Afghanistan today. He was a lieutenant, which sounds like it’s a pretty big deal as far as army ranks go. I know he worked hard to be successful in his career. He did it for himself and for his family. And for Canada, I guess. That seems so huge to say, but I guess that’s what it comes down to.
It hurts my heart to know that such a dear old friend is gone. And it makes me ache to think of his parents and siblings, his wife and toddler. I’m not sure what else to say. It’s just a very, very sad day.
(printy-dater via ohsosinister)
I’ve had this thing for months. I use an identical one at work.
And only NOW I realize that it’s called a printy-dater? !!!
CUTEST NAME.
A preview of kate spade’s 2010 spring collection, found on Oh Joy!
That green necklace makes my tummy flip. That pink top, too. So pretty. So, so, so pretty.
Just keeping these pretties here for inspiration, should Jeff ever become crazy enough to want to maybe have a Hitchin’ Party with me.
Found on Mighty Girl: Broad Summit Day 2
She stopped typing. If she’d been using pen and paper, she would have screwed the paper up in disgust, but there wasn’t a satisfying equivalent with e-mail, seeing as everything was designed to stop you making a mistake. She needed a fuck-it key, something that made a satisfying ka-boom noise when you thumped it.
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foggy october (via ohsosinister)
No idea. Just had to run outside at night in my jammies and attempt to take photos in the fog.
