Monthly Archives: June 2011

I think I mentioned already that I have a fancy wedding I have to go to in August, and the fact that I have no formal clothes (or formalish, even) has become a total daily fixation. So this is the kind of androgynous gentlewoman look that, ideally, I would like to show up in. All I really need is very expensive pants. Isn’t it the right of every human being to have very expensive pants (don’t think about it too hard)?

Also, I wish this shiny-holding leather pouch actually existed. I have an ongoing daydream that I’ll someday meet the amazing local leatherworker Tannis Hegan, and convince her to take a commission for one.

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Since I did it last year, I thought I’d better make a birthday list. I’ve ordered it from most reasonable to least reasonable (approximately). I leave it to you to judge where it crosses over from one to the other, but the curve starts getting rapidly steeper starting at about #5 (which is where my realistic hopes and expectations end).

I’ll leave it there, before I start getting into giant plushy Turian territory. Nobody wants that.

Some while back, a commenter challenged me to list my four favourite breads. Now, after much hardship and personal sacrifice, I have chosen five (one more for the cheap seats).

Having prepared this list, I’ve also decided that I should add a Vancouver section to Hchom, keeping track of my favourite bakeries/restaurants/whathaveyou. Ideally, it might be of use to somebody visiting or living in Vancouver. At the very least, it gives my obsessive documentation of baked goods some kind of official sanction.

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Whenever possible, I like to arrange meals as fantasy adventure snacks. Perfectly normal, right? The above represents approximately the ideal fantasy adventure spread, but usually I make do with what I’ve got on hand. Streamwater, sadly, not a commodity of city life.

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May has been a propitious month for gifts and tasty things and people generally being much nicer to me than I remotely deserve (though I’ve spent the second half of it pretty exclusively hiding under my bed covers, reading the Game of Thrones books and avoiding my email). I’m even too abashed to go on at length about how my birthday is in two weeks, and I want five thousand things including several devoted pie thralls and at least one wish-granting pony. I’ve gotten out of the habit of carrying my camera everywhere, but here’s what my memory card has yielded thus far.

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