Toronto letter-lovers: The Paper Place on Queen Street is all stocked up with bright and springy vintage stamp packs! It's nearly spring, right?
Saturday, March 1, 2014
Monday, February 17, 2014
It's a long weekend here. And it's mighty cold. Yesterday we got cozy at the local greenhouse. It was perfect - tulips, banana trees (with great big clusters of bananas!), warm air, streaking sunlight, a nice sense of quiet. The cactus room was our favourite. I overheard a woman say to her friend, "I think it would be nice to live in the desert." I think so too!
Posted by Jaime at 11:08 AM
Saturday, February 15, 2014
Wednesday, February 12, 2014
"The world was suddenly immensely valuable. Everything seemed to have more significance; every moment seemed to have a hinterland of possibility; we might go for dinner somewhere; we might just talk; we might lie in one another's arms in her room in that flat; might watch the clouds again through the skylight. Even London itself - that great, straggling city with its washed-out, second-hand air, was somehow rendered brilliant and exciting. That's the curious thing about love, isn't it? It makes very ordinary things seem special. It makes them seem so much more valuable than they really are."
Posted by Jaime at 2:13 PM
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Toronto has been in a deep freeze for what seems like forever. I've been trying my best to stay cheerful. Here are some of my ways..
Sweat. Every day. For me that means treadmill running and yoga and my cheerleading workout classes.
Bake. Granola works. Warms the house and makes for tasty breakfasts.
Go to the library. Bring home a stack of books. Draw a bath. Add epsom salts. Read.
Wrap up in a blanket (or two). Boil up some fresh ginger tea. Add a squeeze of lemon.
Make juice. Or smoothies. Daydream of the tropics while drinking.
Posted by Jaime at 1:11 PM
Monday, January 27, 2014
"Francois and I sent each other almost daily letters on tissue-thin airmail paper. When I got home from work to find a letter from Francois on the table, I took it up to my room and opened it and savored it. His letters warmed me, gave me joy and hope."
Posted by Jaime at 7:29 AM