Thrift shops, donations bins, charity shops, charity sales, etc. etc. Whatever you want to name them, they don’t have the same high brow ring as ‘Vintage Shop.’ But who the f**k cares?
“As in childhood, they become fixated on one person, whom they see as their sole source of well-being. They transfer this desperate attitude to their relationships, believing all of their nourishment can be provided by one person only: their particular mate” – Zen and the Art of Falling in Love.
As things slow down…so do I.
Some days I like to imagine I’m in some epically grandiose English tale.
A black velvet mini shift dress. Oh yes please!
It is sunny. It is warm. Oh my gosh, I never thought the day would come.
I don’t often wear pink. It’s not a color you’ll find on me a lot.
Okay, some real weird fashion real talk comin’ atcha right now. I’m talking bodysuits today.
This is the dilemma that a Toronto actor faces: you’ve got a premiere to go to, but it’s a freakin’ snow storm out there.
So I’m going to break the last day up into three posts, ’cause that last day filled a lot and there were a lot of pictures, and a bunch of stories.
