A Technicolour Weekend
The city really came alive this weekend. It felt like we jumped straight from winter to summer as flowers and windows popped open and people shed the drab outer layers of winter in favour of florals and stripes and colour, colour, colour. Except me of course, I wear nothing but black rompers. I felt like Dorothy, waking up in vibrant Oz after a winter of sepia tones on the farm.
It was a working weekend for me, but I still managed to pop out to Friday Night Live at the ROM, had dinner out and a slumber party with my wonderful mom and took a Sunday stroll down graffiti alley (that’s me hanging out with some of Poser’s bunnies in the top left corner).
What did you get up to this weekend, pets?