and i don’t really know what i’m doing this for

random musings:

i've started writing again, in my notebooks. pithy, witty, beautiful and sometimes terrible notes on the way life is these days. some things are meant to be private and treasured. i've been conflicted about what i share with strangers lately - it is far more rewarding to compare notes on happy states with friends most days.

i've been going through a lot of nostalgic old stuff these past few weeks in an effort to rid myself of junk and clutter - old love letters, things i've written, photos i've taken of people i've loved. it's weird to look back on your life and think about the person that you were at a given time that you don't necessarily match up with any more. to think about the distance between then and now.

on a crafty note, I think I'm going to sell one of the throw quilts from my personal collection of things i've made. though I love it, the only thing it's collecting is dust - it may be better loved elsewhere....stay tuned if you're into that sort of thing - it's a treasure.

reading has become all-consuming. I'm reading a series of interviews with children's authors, a bio of chet baker (love love love), the new harry potter, james and the giant peach, as well as house of leaves, my most treasured and favourite book.

i'm sick - i've inherited a roommate-originated cold, and now have also passed it on, i think, to others. oops!

on a sunday night in montreal, if you're looking for a bit of a pick-me-up, I can highly recommend juliette et chocolat on st. denis. omg the chocolate....including chocolate shots - small shot glasses full of lightly melted chocolate, to be savoured, eaten with spoons, shared amongst others, followed with espresso. heavenly.

sometimes, everything happens for a reason. everything is sunny and light. i can't stop smiling.