A Whimsical Weekend
Spring sashayed her way back through the city this weekend, warm winds tousled hair, giggled sweetly and whispered promises of patios and open-toed shoes, reminding me I had seeds to plant if I want a summer full of fresh basil and dill and maxi dresses to purchase if I want to live my dream of never shaving my legs this summer.
With those critical items out of the way, I also popped out for a few meals with friends, including the very tasty gorgonzola gnocchi at Bocca in Baldwin village pictured above and some crazy-delicious tapas at Bent.
I also had a strange encounter with a woman outside one of the shops a friend and I were maxi-dress hunting in. She was clearly one of those souls who inhabits a slightly different reality than most, and she got a little in my face and asked if we were thieves. I assured her we were not, and she told me, “Ah sure, you’re a thief! You stole that neck!”
Whenever I have an encounter like that, I get all caught up in wondering what on earth it means and what it is that person sees or hears. What would convince a person that I somehow stole the neck attached to the rest of my body? And then I inevitably have this weird moment where I wonder if the person is somehow right, and I’m the one who can’t see reality. Did I steal this neck? I’d like to think that even in a reality where neck-stealing is possible, I was probably just framed.
Speaking of which, I framed a couple of prints I picked up last weekend from Sovereign State, a very cool little design studio on Dundas West. Joel, the designer behind the three I picked up was so lovely and accommodating in arranging a time for me to pop by and buy them in person when I was having trouble with their online shop.
I fell in love with these three on sight, partly because they had a sort of whimsical Beatrix Potter quality to them, but with a modern and very Toronto edge. I’d had my eye out for something local to hang on my walls for ages and I’m pleased as punch with these!