Champagne Wednesdays

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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Dear me,
Thank you for leaving work so decisively for your lunch hour and driving like a mad woman to Coco et Olive. There is something so beautiful about knowing exactly what will give you pleasure, reprieve, salvation - and when.
This short americano with 1/4 pack of raw sugar and your hand wrapped around spotless white [...]

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Ok, I’ll admit it. This morning I got swept away into the bottomless vortex of wedding invitations. It’s kind of like being at a restaurant with a really long menu. How do they expect anyone to decide? That’s how I always end up with some totally inappropriate menu item, like butter chicken at a [...]

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Sometimes your instincts are just right. For instance, the voice inside me that said, you must go to the Holt Renfrew Beauty Event and, you must buy that $75 dollar brush and, you mustn’t be afraid to ask the La Mer lady for an extra sample.
In fact, all bad life-decisions aside, I’m glad I’ve always [...]

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A bound book of Champagne Wednesdays. Each week, a collage telling the story of where the night took us - what I wore, what he said, what we drank, how we ate and why we’ll keep raising a glass to Wednesday again and again.
Here’s how we marked Champagne Wednesday on March 19th…

Helianthus Goblets, Anthropologie - [...]

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Good Friday. A good day for adventure. Ash and I headed out to a little coffee place we found off Commercial Street - Little Nest - and found so much more. A wide, white expanse of a café as comfortable as any living room (family and children included).
Bistro-sophistication:

The occasional toddler-sized pickpocket aside, [...]

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