Memory Keeping and a fair bit o’ cheese

I was thinking today about how much memory keeping is something that has become a habit for me. Something that I like to do and it obviously shows through a lot of my interests: I love to journal and blog,write letters, take photos, scrapbook, instagram etc It is something I have always done. I while back I found a pile of old journals at my Mum’s place and it was interesting to remember some of what I did when I was a lot younger (PS…I was boy crazy at 13 yikes)
It is interesting to me because I feel like if someone asked me what my life was like I would probably describe it as being relatively average, but when I look through my instagram feed or my blog archive I love being able to see all those moments that stand out. The silly, crazy, funny,heartwarming ones that make me realize that my life is more than just average. It is extraordinary. I am working on a new Scrapbooking album called Project Life and it is all about highlighting those special moments and even those mundane once that make your life yours.  There is always the bad stuff that happens, but for right now I have a husband who is so darn handsome I can barely stand it, a wonderful and supportive family/extended family, a beautiful healthy sweet baby nephew, a puppy who already makes me nuts but I couldn’t live without (*see recent vet bill #barf), hilarious and creative friends and a beautiful house that we are making a home (and about a billion other things but let’s keep the list to the essentials) Really cheesy today not sure where this is coming from… but I feel like that little girl in the commercial “I love my hair, I love my Mum, I love my life” It really is great to have hobbies that bring me so much joy as I do them, and can remind me when I search the archives how far we have come.


Life with my iPhone (or a photo essay of what’s up)


Mining in the basement

Today my friend Annie commented that I hadn’t posted in a while. I realized it is because it was getting to the point of too many things to post about…so I went through my iPhone and have posted a few photos of what has been going on and I can catch you up!

Garret and Kevin (his Dad) spent some serious quality time in our basement a few weeks ago, insulating the crawl space under the kitchen. It is like an  oubliette down there complete with spiders and dirt and general grossness. The two of them dug  it out and insulated underneath to help make it a more efficient space.  Above is a pic of Garret showing off all his hard work to my Mum.  I threw the miners light on her that my brother Elliott got me for Christmas–useful in many applications that light!

New light

testing new fixtures

We spent several hours  looking for new lighting. I hated our old fixtures  so we installed these snazzy new ones. yay.  They look great and really add a nice somewhat industrial feel to the living room. So everything was going great! We painted, put up new lighting…then this happened:


G and Kevin changed over some plumbing...which I originally thought would be one small hole. This is them taping up the sheet so dust didnt go everywhere (totally didnt work by the way)


Ok, this is kinda scary, but totally fixable right? (also, how nice is our new paint?! way snazzier than gross beige right?)


Clearly it get's worse before it gets better. sigh

It’s not the end of the world, but DEFINITELY not what I was expecting!  Hoping that we can work on getting that fixed soon. yikes. [ Side note: that show on the TV is “Happy Endings” I think its on ABC? We have become obsessed with it and marathoned through the first season recently. To sum it up in one word? Amah-zing.]

Garret and I have also been really lax with getting wedding stuff off the ground.  My Mum called and nicely yelled at me telling us to get on it since my shower is coming up. So I dragged Garret to The Bay thinking we would have a fun date night…..Wrong

Wishing the zapper thing was a gun as this kind of shopping is apparently not the relationship builder I thought it would be.

It seems we strongly disagree on our vision for the house. I want pretty things and he wants boring things. And I can say that since he never blogs on here so can’t defend himself (HA!) I remind him I am the designer but he never goes along with it. crap.  I was complaining to a friend and she pointed out her philosophy is “she who washes the sheets can pick the sheets” and since a month ago Garret had to ask me where the detergent goes….I think that that means I WIN!  If that also stands true for she who cooks gets to pick everything for the kitchen, then my life is complete.

Moving on….Easter weekend we were the Travelling Wilburys. Barrie to North Bay to Meaford.  The Shwalsh’s have adopted the Walsh tradition of always stopping at Webers when we are on HWY 11 north. And south too actually. In fact anytime we pass by we must stop in….10:00am is no match for our love of burgers. Gross? Maybe, but don’t you judge us! We had our first stop of the season on Saturday, and also hit it up on the way back down on Sunday. (This is not a friend of the operation Wedding Dress diet. shhhhh)

It's that time of year again!

While in North Bay we stopped in with Charlene to see Garret's Grandma. We wore bunny ears into her nursing home which was a big hit. I also won a free coffee on that Timmies cup I am tightly gripping there.

Crazy cool Jello dessert

We left North Bay mid day Sunday and headed to Meaford for my side’s family dinner.  It was a long drive, but 100% worth it to get to spend some time together!  We have done our holiday dinners with close friends (who are at this point really just extended family) for the past 7 years or so. It’s so nice to have a crowd of people you adore sitting around one table.  I didn’t take any other photos with my iPhone of Easter dinner so for now this dessert pic represents an insane amount of delicious food, great laughs and the greatest people I know!

Buzzkill (or the one about the bees)

A few weeks before we went on vacation we found two bees in the house (oh the horror)  They were pretty much in their final death throes so they weren’t all stingy, but I was still not thrilled to have found them in the house. So G disposed of them in that really efficient bug removally way of his.  I didnt really think anything more about our winged friends until we got back from Cuba….and we found about 15 of them, dead, in various locations in our house.  The most distressing one was when I put my boot on this morning, felt something in the toe, tipped it up and a dead bee came out (say it with me now ewwwwwww)   It seems weird to me that we didn’t have any sort of infestation over the summer, but they are crawling out of some hiding spot to die on our floors, or in our shoes (shudder)  Tonight we are going to do a mega vacuum and inspection of the doors, windows and other places they could be coming from.  It’s just so weird.