Champagne Wednesdays

I have been quoted in the last four weeks saying things like:
“Otra de la mismo!”
(This means “same again, please” and can be used in reference to margaritas, mimosas, kisses)
“Do you think we’ve lost the ability to hold up our own heads?”
(17 days poolside at an all-inclusive will do that to you)
“Hi, husband. You’re hot.”
(Endlessly [...]

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My mom’s Thanksgiving table, lit by the backyard sun.

Flowers from my Grandpa.

Brunch at the Irish Heather. My new, old favourite Gastown haunt.

Stools leading to the Shebeen Whiskey House.

A study of light and absence.

Abundance.

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The great thing about having a regular event like champagne wednesdays in our life is that sometimes people want to share it with us. People like the Crooks (Christina, I stole this picture from your blog).
Michael and Christina - a creative, smart, engaged couple we like spending time with - had us over last night for dinner. They even popped [...]

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It did, love.
See?

Whatever makes your garden grow.

Please don’t leave.

Bedside companion.

Dulce de Me.
Have a good weekend.

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Champagne belongs with pulpy orange juice and sunshine the way that Trevor Linden belongs with the Canucks and Mondays should belong to weekends. I think you will agree.
These particular mimosas were consumed on Saturday, at the perfect place to indulge dreams of consistent patio weather and French cafe life. I am talking about here:

A surprise [...]

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