Monday, July 27, 2009

To A Good Home

I bought this bed back when I was single. Still living in Toronto, rooming with my friend Shelly in our trendy, urban Bloor Street condo.

I remember falling in love with it at first sight. At the time, it was my single most expensive purchase (I think around $1200 or $1500 with the mattress). But it was worth it to have a real bed of my own, one that wasn't a tiny single, that wasn't a futon... just beautiful, comfortable and above all, adult.

Ironically, now it reminds me of fun, carefree days... of youth. Of anticipation.



For the last 10 years, it's been banished to the spare bedroom. And it served there very well for our infrequent overnight visitors. Slowly, our aesthetic changed and though we both still love the sleigh bed design, we favor wood in dark hues.

Since I have the green light to put my studio together, a guest bedroom that sits empty 51 weeks out of the year seems silly. So, I finally bit the bullet and Craigslisted the bed this morning. 3 hours later it was gone. To another house, to another spare bedroom.

I miss it.

Monday, July 06, 2009

One Post for June?!

Wow, I suck.

I can't remember blogging so little since I started this thing. Granted I have been incredibly busy with multiple projects, house guests etc but still... one post? That's disgraceful.

But when we do have some downtime, Netflix to the rescue! The boy and I started watching the HBO True Blood Series. We're both fans of the books by Charlaine Harris but I was rather reluctant to give this a try.

Considering the massacre that was the TV adapation of Jim Butcher's Dresden Files, I had low expectations for True Blood.

Surprisingly, it's a pretty faithful interpretation of the series. Too much so at times - dialogue is pulled straight from the pages. While other items are completely re-vamped (har har).

There are 2 things that prevent me from truly enjoying the show.

1) The way Bill (the guy on the left) says "Sookie"... the main character's name. He breathes heavily into it.. "Suuuhhhkieeee". It makes my skin crawl. I looooathe it.

2) Anna Paquin. Yes, the little girl from the Piano. Everything about this selection fails, from the dyed blond hair to the horrible, horrible southern accent to her attempts at looking soulful and deep - more like constipated and confused.

Other than those minor irritants, it's been a fun distraction. Carry on.