Tuesday, November 10, 2015

One year

Dear friends and family,

I'm sorry about who I've been this last year. I know I've not been myself, but I'm not sure that person exists anymore. I'm sorry that I'm distracted and selfish. I'm sorry that I can't remember anything. I'm sorry that I just don't care that much about anything. I'm sorry that I'm overwhelmed and exhausted all the time. My exhaustion is exhausting, even for me. I'm sorry that I feel like I need to opt out of everything and guilty that I let you down when I do opt out.

My heart broke a year ago when I lost my mom, my best friend. It broke again when I lost my mother-in-law 5 months later in the same way, in the same room. This year has gone by in a blur and I don't really remember it. All I know is that everything is too heavy and social commitments seem like a lot.  Everything seems like a lot. Even putting away my clean socks. And yet I'm so so busy. Maybe to distract myself from the fact that everything is more grey now and the life we signed up for is gone, different.

A year has gone by. A year. I live in a different place. My sister has a new last name. But the weight of loss feels just as new. Just like yesterday and just like I've been carrying it for a hundred years. I'm a hundred years old, you just can't tell because it's on the inside where the hole that is mom-shaped lives.

Someone said to me when are you going to get over this prolonged grief response? I told them to fuck off, but only in my head. I told them that I will never get over this because she's never coming back. That I don't know how to situate myself in the world when I don't know where I belong anymore. How do I believe in myself when the person who believed that I could do or be anything is gone? How to I go about in the world acting normal when nothing is? When we've lost just the best person and all the traditions that she held for us. And all the littlest things that made us know that she was thinking of us and that she loved us. Who do I tell my day to day happenings to? They are little and pointless and only a mother would care. So I don't tell anyone, not even myself and that's how this year has passed and gone, my memory with it.

A year spent in a fog, with a heart that is crushed to pieces with a smile on my face because no one wants to hear it. They go to a funeral and then they go home. And we just go back with each other, each day feeling more panicked that today is the longest that we've ever gone without speaking to her.That today is another day and we don't know where to go.

Autumn is always been a dreadfully sad time. And now, I guess, it's for a reason that this season feels like.



It's pitch dark at 6:30pm now.

In order to battle winter I'm wearing sumer dresses. I'ma discombobulate you, winter.

cardigan: Ricki's
dress: Ricki's
tights: We Love Colours
boots: Bed Stu

It snowed for 30 seconds today. Pow. 


Friday, November 6, 2015

A spoonful of sugar

Halloween. The time when adults can act like children and promiscuous dress is the norm. Generally I love it. But this year I didn't have the energy to do much at all.

umbrella: part of the clear out of the store that the Gentleman Caller did for my sister's wedding day
bow tie: watch strap
top: Gentleman Caller's
teapot broach: Value Village
belt: Le Chateau
skirt: Forever 21
tights: Ricki's
hat: ?? 10 years ago
shoes: Spring

At work we had a Monster Mash Bash and I came up with Mary Poppins at 7am out of things I had hanging around the house. A free costume is a great costume.

However, the game was up when I met another Mary who had a baby chimney sweep as an accessory. Fair play, Mary!

For Halloween night we decided to forgo the 4 parties that were going on to hang out at home to hand out candy and watch Hocus Pocus. Brilliant plan.

Except, of course, for the fact that we had 4 Halloweeners. And that's only if you count a 3 month old baby, a father-in-law, and 2 friends who heard I had wine. Turns out my new neighbourhood has a severe shortage of children who want to venture down a dark, one sided, dead end street. Weird, that.


Friday, October 30, 2015

Keep trying

Today it felt like -5 degrees. Winter is on the way.

Today was a cruddy day in a litany of cruddy days.
Do you ever feel like you can't do anything right and never mind that but your in the midst of an ugly phase as well?

Le Ugh.

jacket: Old Navy
sweater: Forever 21
pants: Old Navy
necklace: it was my mom's
shoes: Atmosphere


Wednesday, October 28, 2015

I dream of tutus all day long

The Gentleman Caller and I went to a wedding recently. It's a good excuse to get dressed up all fancy-like with bow-ties and tutus. All to celebrate love.

And having the chance to dance a jig in these shoes!

Monday, October 26, 2015

It all comes out in the wash.

A local shoe store was having a Fly London day. I just had to pop by to see what was up.
And then I bought shoes that were on sale but still far more than I should have been spending.

jacket: Old Navy
scarf: my mom's
top: Value Village
pants: Forever 21
shoes: Fly London

So I paired them with my thrifted sparkle top and thought the the cost of the whole outfit evened out.


Wednesday, October 21, 2015

Consequences of Forgetfulness

Shortly after moving into our home I had friends over. After they left and all the BBQ fixings and Sangria was put away I realized that one of them had left her cardigan.

I put it away until I would see her again. But it kept winking at me from the corner. So I wore it to work. It was so soft and cozy and such a lovely colour. So I wore it again.

cardi: accidental gift
scarf: Ricki's
top: Smart Set
pants: Forever 21
shoes: Red or Dead

Finally two months later I had the chance to give the cardi back and she said that it was a very me sweater and that it should be mine!

What an utter delight and I think of her whenever I wear it (which is often because it's awesome. Obvs.)