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Remembrance


I spent Remembrance Day at home, watching various Remembrance Day ceremonies on TV.
I’ve been meaning to attend one of these ceremonies; maybe next year.
Last year I wrote a post on Remembrance Day and got a comment on Facebook accusing me of ‘liking wars’
Which is almost as ridiculous as accusing me of hating cute adorable puppies.

This Remembrance Day – let’s remember the sacrifices brave men and women make during times of war.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.

The Memory Project – Stories of the Second World War

It’s Friday!


Technically it’s Wednesday but my weekend starts now.
Yay for Canada Day and extra long weekends!

Sat 20 Mar - 5 Sat 20 Mar - 4

I went to the mall during my lunch hour to pick up my Canada Day tee.
I haven’t been to the mall in a really long time; it was comforting to find nothing had changed.
It’s still as crowded and busy as the last time,
I don’t have anything planned for the long weekend, in hindsight, I should have planned a getaway but…  I kinda like being around for Canada Day because there’s always so much to do in the city.
I think I’m going to head down to the States on Friday for some retail therapy.

Sat 20 Mar - 8 Sat 20 Mar - 3

For the rest of my long weekend I think I’m just going to wing it, let spontaneity take control.
I’ve also decided I’m going to read one good book each month this summer, for July I’ll be reading Michael Ondaatje’s Divisadero.
These pictures were taken weeks ago in the lovely town of Lynden, WA (with its pretty farms and cemetery) after a very long day of running around down south.

Sat 20 Mar - 2 Sat 20 Mar - 7
Outfit Details: Jeans Skirt – The Gap, White Blouse – Mexx, Vest – Talula, Booties – Gino Ventori

I’ve had this jeans skirt for over a decade and never worn it, it’s a wonder I held on to it for as long as I did.
I guess I always assumed I was saving if for a special day,  that I’d wear it one day and it’ll be spectacular, except I held on to that thought for a decade.
And then one day, I decided to just wear it, and I did… and it was just another skirt.
It has a weird cut,  but it’s still just another skirt.
Maybe the skirt is a metaphor for those things in life we hold off doing, for whatever reason.
Sometimes it doesn’t feel the same after you’ve held off for too long.

A Day of Remembrance


Poppies at Arc de Triomphe

I don’t like wars.

I don’t like that people have to fight or die in wars.

But wars are necessary sometimes.

All over the world brave men and women volunteer to serve and protect their country.

They make great sacrifices every day; some widely acknowledged, some sadly goes unacknowledged.

But on this day, 11/11 we honour them all.

Thank you.

Eternal Flame at Arc de Triomphe, Paris

Flags at Tower Hill Memorial, London

He arose!


easter Thanks to Christ I get yet another holiday!

Technically today’s my Friday and I should be glad; I feel a little tingly but I’m not all there yet because my day doesn’t end until after 9:30PM. I’m debating ditching my last obligation – it’ll be so easy to just not show up except I’d be crippled with debilitating guilt for the next couple of days, it’s just not worth it.

Isn’t it something that Easter here already? It’s like we weren’t looking and it sneaked up on us.

Easter isn’t one of my favourite holidays, my childhood memories of Easter are very different from what I see now; there were no fluffy bunnies, chocolate or pastel coloured eggs or baskets.

We attended a lot of church services with harrowing sermons.

The concept of Easter scared me a little as a child; one minute he was a baby in the manger, come-to-save-us-all and a few months later he’s being nailed to a cross. It was all very confusing.

There were no presents, wise men or stars! Instead there’s blood and thorns and angry mobs and damning declarations.

After my grandmother death when I was seven, I became morbidly fascinated with His ‘resurrection’

I wondered what she’d have to show to convince us she’d indeed ‘Risen’


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