This past week was my best friend Laura's 18th birthday and if it had not been for me she would have continued her life as if nothing had ever happened... she HATES birthdays. Especially her own. Whereas I am one of those rare specimens on earth who LOVE their birthday. The way I see it, your birthday is the one day a year where you can be a complete pompous asshole, forcing people to give you the attention you deserve, and no one can say anything about it. I also love the little things in life, so birthdays, holidays, celebrations of any kind I always indulge in to the fullest. So to celebrate the besties bday, we went out for dinner to Pickle Barrel with a bunch of friends and had an awesome time. With deep fried pickles. Lots and lots of deep fried pickles.
But before PB was invaded by over-enthusiastic and well dressed university students, I ventured to the Canadian Textile Museum with my friend Ava. This was an equal part educational as well as entertaining venture because throughout the semester of my fashion class we had to attend various events/museums exhibits/parties and so on in order to get "participation" marks towards our final grade. Being a commuter, the awesome events that all took place in the early part of the semester, I could not attend because they were at funky times of day and I had not yet mastered the train systems as I have now. So I neglected to get my extra credit done and thus had to visit a museum almost 4 days before class was done. So we went and looked at rugs and tapestries woven and spun by Iranian artisans and it made me want to fill my room and coat my walls in gorgeous floor to ceiling sheets of brightly coloured yarns. I have decided that my future apartment (you will hear more about this later) will absolutely contain a statement rug or rugs because they add such an amazing design element to any space. And they also cover up hideous floors without breaking the bank.
Oh the logic....