the winds of change.

i don't know why i bother traveling anymore.  every time i do, i come home feeling like, if i don't leave again soon, i might die.  or, at the very least, my insides might die.

coming home from mexico this time was no exception.

i comfort myself by planning my next extended trip there.  i try to figure out how i could spend the whole winter there.  because, it's official, i'm not dealing with winter next year.  it's sucked too much life out of me already.

i am a whole different person in warm weather.  when i can walk by the sea, i am the best possible me.

and, upon my return home, it occurred to me that no one, aside from my mom, was waiting for me.  no one really cared if i was back.  and that was both disheartening and liberating.  it made it easy to admit that i'm not feeling much of a connection to montreal these days.  it makes it easy to admit that i haven't felt a connection to montreal in a long time.

so, we'll see.  maybe i'm just in a rut.  but it doesn't feel like just a rut.  it feels like a seed has been planted.  it feels like the winds of change are at my back.  we'll see.

double take.

left: my mom, circa 1972
right: cher, about the same time

notable quotables.

 

redonk.

too much.  just too effing much.

musical OCD: the belle brigade.

the belle brigade channel their inner fleetwood mac.

tulum.

guess who spent 11 days in mexico?

i had these lofty dreams of writing every day, while i was there.  that, of course, did not happen.  but i did take some photos...

i stayed here and loved it.

 

seeing this little pool every morning made me very happy.

 

valladolid is one of the cutest little towns i've ever been to.

i love grocery shopping in foreign countries.

musical OCD: ryan adams & laura marling.

this.

this is a great read.

walls.

box lid frames

tissue paper and push pin flowers

outfit junkie.

i know what you're thinking.  you're thinking: "this is a lot for one outfit", and i couldn't agree with you more but don't you sort of wish you had a bit of her don't-give-a-shit-ness?  also, for the record, i'm stealing this stance and making it my new 2012 picture stance.

in an outfit showdown, this one comes in, guns blazin', and leaves a trail of lifeless, second-rate outfits in its wake.

swoony mcswoonerson.

first of all, girls, you're 12, your diet should really consist of something more substantial than benson & hedges silver packs and diet coke.  secondly, are you kidding me with that fucking hair?!

sometimes, when i'm out with a friend and we've run out of stuff to talk about, i like to play "guess that stranger's name".  my friend and i each guess 3 names and then we ask the person what their real name is.  this girl is definitely either sarah, emily or bronwen.  yep.  for sures.

these are the outfits i wear in my alternate/imaginary life... the one where my name is clementine and i live in california.  also the one where i never fall off the yoga wagon and definitely the one where i never eat 3 desserts in one sitting.  

i just realized that i posted a picture that is very similar to this one last spring.  at least, i'm consistent.

black is the new black.