timing is everything

a mere ten days ago this scene existed on a high parkdale side street. a full on january miscommunication. when i took this picture it wasn't sideways, who even knows what could happen next ? nature and technology gone haywire. damn luddite blogger that i am we charge on,

if you don't live in the big smoke you may not know that winter is kind of a big deal for us here, a few years back we had to call in the military to shovel the sidewalks. (insert canned laughter here, for our winters are tidy little events compared to the bulk of the country, it just seems to bamboozle us city folk somewhat)

roncesvalles feels like a hopeful pussy willow these days. our street is blossoming despite the season of the snow. so much talent just pulled up and dropped down we feel the vibration of it down loro. mrs h is amused and encouraged by the sudden pinwheel of talent featured on the avenue.

The Store is busting a gut with fresh stock , perhaps before the snow takes these brave pussy willows you will save them and come see me for a vase ? or you could always go see sara up at sweetpeas and forget i was condoning liberating branches from a neighbors tree. yes, that might be better. just come for the vase then.

it really works !

oh miniature sweetheart lock. you are a real padlock with keys. secrets are safe in your arms.

how this slipped through the mine field of diaries and jewelry boxes is beyond me. has this red white and blue beauty a higher calling ? a dogs collar ? a dolls house padlocked against the passage of time ? not just for sweethearts , the sweetheart lock.

right now its higher calling is being the cherry on top of my display case. everything is a little shinier for its presence.

i am writing you today

hands up, who posts christmas cards ? do you include a letter, or dash off a sentiment and move on ? i come across old cards from time to time, scrawled with entreaties to enjoy the holidays, to visit soon, to forgive and forget as the season of love is upon us.

the exquisite penmanship of the past has retreated into the hesitant strokes of modern times, when our fingers tap out our thoughts and their dexterity slowly dwindles in a sad Darwinian denouement.

at some point round about the 1920's we ended up with the modern typewriter. ironically, i suspect it took a whole lot longer to use that newfangled time saving devise than it would have to put pen to paper. perhaps it is the time spent thinking of others in this season that is the charm. take it slow. make it sincere. use all the weapons in your arsenal to let your feelings be known- include a letter you posters of cards. peace.

LORO

Just popping in to let you know LORO After Hours is happening tomorrow night!  It is always a ton of fun, and hey, it might even snow tomorrow.  Now how's that for a proper kick off to the holiday season?

ho ho whoa

when i was just wee these pins were all the rage for ladies of a certain age. it has occurred to me recently that i am now of that age, right now, this christmas.

i think it is an interesting point of reflection on how much times have changed in the last couple of decades that no woman in her right mind would be caught dead being so unabashedly festive in these modern times.

when did we become such a cynical lot ? don't we all have a great  aunt mona in our hazy distant memories who could take your breath away with her one two punch combo of sparkly and shiny ? it would knock your socks off to watch the unveil-silk scarf off head, long gloves off arms, fur off shoulders and whammo, there it was, christmas in jewelry form.

heaven  forbid you should be just the right height during  the christmas season,you would spend the next 12 minutes with a perfect christmas tree embossed on one cheek post hug, and some coral lipstick  on the other. (many of you will have smelled like menthol cigarettes to boot)

i throw the challenge out there, who amongst you has enough lady shimmer to rock this impeccably festive piece of the fanciest season ? it awaits your visit, on a mannequin just inside the front door of the junction shop. i believe in you.