Doggy Paddle

Larkspur VintageDays spent at the beach with friends and dogs are always the best of days, even if it’s a less than desirable beach. Although, I will never judge Garbage Beach, it has always been a spot I have enjoyed spending my time…there is nothing to dislike about a secluded beach in Toronto that we can have bonfires at (not legally, but, whatever). So since Meaghan lives just down the road from our fav beachy spot, we headed there on a Sunday to let the dogs have a nice run around and swim, which was definitely not voluntary. All three of them hate swimming, but they needed to be cooled off, so don’t think we are that mean. It was really a nice relaxing afternoon, but now my little Gussy is sick again. If you don’t follow me on instagram (get on that!) then you won’t know yet that Gus is having a rough time. This time he has ataxia. Incase you aren’t familiar with ataxia (I definitely wasn’t), in the simplest terms he has a lack of muscle control in his hind legs during voluntary movements, which means he is unable to walk, or hold himself up. It’s a neurological issue that we are hoping will rectify itself over the next few days or so, but if not, he will likely need surgery. We have to help Gus with everything now. We have to hold his back end up while he eats and drinks, carry him everywhere around the house because he likes being near me at all times and we don’t want him trying to get to me on his own. He needs help outside when doing his business, and it obviously goes without saying he can’t jump on or off anything, so I have to keep a close watch on him so he doesn’t fall off the bed or couch when we are sitting/sleeping. It’s really a nightmare. I don’t mind looking after him in this way (I’d do anything for this dog) but it’s the fact that he has no idea what’s going on that makes me so upset. Imagine spontaneously not being able to move your legs? How absolutely awful would that be?! I’m thankful he is not paralyzed – he still has feeling in his hind legs – but some narrowing in his spine is causing the ataxia. Gah! Poor guy is having such a rough time these days.

Anyways, Please send your well wishes Gus’ way. He’s an amazing little guy that brings a smile to everyones face.

*photos of my by Meaghan
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To Market, To Market

After all the craziness with little Gus (he’s back home and doing better now btw, slowly but surely), I desperately needed to get out of the house for a bit of gal time with Meaghan. Because Gus requires meds and to eat every couple hours I couldn’t be out for too long, but I still managed to get away for a few to take a stroll with Meg and her pups, and wander over to Echo Beach where they were holding the Junction Flea. While Meg and I both kept ourselves from buying anything substantial, we did each get a mini popsicle and met the cutest dachshund puppy ever (how do things that small exist, and why can’t I have them all!?). A short but fun excursion and I’m looking forward to life getting back to normal.

Side note: what do you guys think of my bangs side swept? They are a bit long right now so I wanted to get them out of my eyes, but I’m kind of liking the look.

*photos of me by Meaghan and edited by me

Blouse, shawl, purse: H&M (old)
Skirt & hat: vintage
Shoes: Seychelles

Garbage Beach

DSC_0110This particular morning felt pretty special to me. It was one of those days I woke up, the sun was shining, the winter winds were absent, and I just knew it would be idyllic weather to go snap some shots by the water, and take in the quiet for a few hours. This area I know especially well – it’s walking distance from my home, and a location pals and I frequent for bonfires in the summer and early fall. The name we gave this beach is not so charming, “Garbage Beach” (no explanation needed). Name aside, it holds a special place in my heart. It’s usually devoid of many people, which can be one of the loveliest things to find in a city like Toronto. Last week really was a beautiful one, not just in terms of choice weather. I’m feeling quite spirited and full of love these days. Surrounding myself with people who make me laugh, wearing poo coloured clothes (as seen above), choreographing dances to wonderful music (ahem passenger). It feels good to be smiling during winter, because god knows it can really take a toll on my mood (wahhhh, it’s cold. wahhhh it’s so dark out).

But, on to less sentimental things. The skirt I’m wearing is in the shop. It’s such a great one. You’d be surprised to know it’s actually a size large, but it went with the vibes I was going for that day, so I threw on a belt, and voila, it will not be around my ankles within 3 steps out the door. Everything really was based around the cape though. I bought this cape about 2 years ago and NEVER wear it. However, I won’t let it go. It’s one of those pieces that comes in handy from time to time, mostly when I’m thinking up little red riding hood vibes, but without the hood, and the red. Actually, to be honest, I think it only ever gets wear at this very beach. Last time I wore it was for warmth at one of our bonfires. Do you guys have clothes you just can’t part with?! I’m sure I’m not the only impractical one.

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Blouse: thrifted
Skirt: in the shop!
Cape: St.Lawrence Antique Market
Tights: an old pair of Capezio ballet tights
Boots: Samantha Pleet X Wolverine
Headpiece: Garland from the Dollar Store, turned into a wearable wonder by me