Thursday, June 24, 2010

When I was a little girl I whole-heartedly believed that anything was possible. I believed in secret doors and creatures that aren't supposed to exist. Sometimes I would dream about flying and swear that it was real.

As I got older I guess reality kicked in. I started to only focus on real life, and I forgot to keep believing in the things that I really wanted to be possible. But sometimes our imagination is all we have. Maybe we imagine crazy things, but it's only because reality makes us too normal.

Is it so horrible to imagine, to dream, to believe? My 20th birthday is in two weeks... is it really so horrible to still want to fall down the rabbit hole?

Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Friday, June 11, 2010

I made this dress because it has been incredibly difficult to find dresses that suit my body in a style that I actually like. It's far from perfect and I'm sure there are a million things about it that a professional seamstress would have done differently, but I think I made my mother proud. She first taught me how to sew when I was four years old.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Escape

Friday, June 4, 2010

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Today has been... challenging. I woke up at 4:00 this morning because of a bad headache and never got back to sleep. So needless to say I'm a little tired. On top of that I have a sore throat and just got over an eye infection.

Today the younger of my two older brothers, Mitch, asked me to come along to Herberts, our favourite "Cowboys and Indians" store as I call it. He was picking out a cowboy hat for his trip out West next week. As kids, my brother and I never really got along. We fought over things constantly and never really bothered with the whole apology thing. I only remember one or two moments where he showed the slightest bit of affection. Helping me lead a horse out of the barn... defending me in front of teasing cousins.

We still aren't exactly best friends but things are alot different now. We get long, we ask each other how our days went... One time he offered to drive for over an hour to pick up my boyfriend from University on a Friday night because he didn't think I should make the drive alone. Another thing my brother and I never did was tell each other how we feel. I guess he still won't know, unless he decides to read my blog... but my Mom will see this so I know she'll be happy. It may have taken us the better part of two decades but I think Mitch and I are finally past the "I love you because I have to" thing. I'm glad he's my brother. And if a childhood full of sibling rivalry is what it took to get us to this point then I guess it was worth it.
Love you, Snitch.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Today I just don't feel like myself. So for now I'll be someone else.