A glass of bubbly for you. And for me.

This weekend, we took our nephew to Granville Island and stopped in front of this bakery:

Outside was the usual busker, in his tuxedo, playing a perfectly timed La Vie En Rose.

We danced.

It was one of those moments that make the whole day feel new.

Like a little January 1 on a January 3rd.

And that’s how I plan to spend my year.

A slow, hazy start to Champagne Wednesday. A fridge in Paris. Probably in a convenience store. Nowhere in Paris is too lowly for a cooler full of champagne. No one would dare say you are being too extravagant.

Last night we went to Brock House for a site visit. If you, or some you know, is interested in event planning (and have the slightest bit of sales savvy or common sense), I recommend you run with your resume in hand to the nearest wedding venue. They need your help. Desperately.

Thanks Jen for this dreamy polaroid.