Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Drink up

I love a good cup of tea.

chamomile, peppermint, and chai are my favourites, thought I would never turn down a fragrant green.

something about the utensils used to brew and drink tea have meaning, don't you think? I've always preferred to have a lovely teapot, and I always seem to have a special mug dedicated to it.

(found here)

That said, aren't these just the sweetest? Nothing like a simply designed, solidly made tea set to say here, drink this, it's good for your soul.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


Ever since seeing this post written by this girl, I have been obsessed with tiny, dainty, delicate, pretty rings. I have searched for them in jewellery stores, and they do exist - but they are all diamond-encrusted and expensive, regardless of girth. And while no girl would say no to a bit of sparkle - especially tiny, dainty, ladylike sparkle - I'm just not convinced that an eensie weensie ring would hold its diamonds well enough to stand up to my nursing career*. Also, our budget for rings is $400 for both of us, and well... diamonds just don't fit.

so, etsy to the rescue, of course!

Also, what are your thoughts on mixing metals? My engagement ring is a white gold solitaire, but I am kind of feeling yellow or rose for a band - and then the next day, I just call myself crazy and 'decide' on white again. I am stuck.

*I plan on wearing the band only to work for hygenic reasons, and the engagement/band set together pretty much the rest of the time - so they need to work well together and seperately.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010


I n this post, I would apologize for being a bad blogger and never writing anything, except that then, if one were to go through my archives, every second post would be apologizing. And I get in trouble for apologizing for things too much anyway (even things beyond my control), so here:

I refuse to in any way apologize or regret my lack of posts.


That felt weird.

Anyway, moving on, the new year is here! And this year (and more importantly, the next four months) is scheduled to be one of the most monumental years of my life so far.

My very last practicum of my very last year of nursing school has officially begun, and not such a very long time after that comes my wedding. And sometime during this madness, between a busy practicum schedule (pediatrics!) and a weekly breastfeeding course and wedding planning and general housekeeping and cooking and living, I have to find myself a job. Oh, and shower every so often.

And even though I know I am capable of living it all one day at a time, I know I will get through it, I know that most likely everything will be fine, or better than fine - fabulous, even! I find myself with the anxiety that I think is inevitable when any person is standing on the verge of a big change.

It's kind of like preparing to jump off a cliff so tall that there are clouds between you and the bottom so that you can sort of see it, but not clearly. And knowing everything you ever wanted is at the bottom of it all, and moreover, that you won't get hurt by the fall.

But oh, what a very high height.

(daily drop cap )

(edit: I went to FFFFOUND just now, and look what's on the very first page:)
(hooray for small coincidences!)