Shopping list

Here's some of the "market research" I'm attempting to cram into our extended Paris stopover:

1. Fleas
2. Merci
3. Isabel Marant
4. The Space, which just hosted a Muzungu Sisters pop-up
5. Autour du Monde
6. Caravane
7. Rue des Consuls

Any other suggestions?

Photos Merci Paris

Pareee

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Glass house

Recipe for a heavenly Sunday:

Wake up, open curtains to ocean view. Put well water on to boil. Light fire. Make coffee with warm milk from a manual frother. Back to bed balancing two steaming mugs, the Globe & Mail weekend edition, and the New Yorker. Stay there until noon, except to stoke fire or refill mug. Breakfast brought to bed by boyfriend. Walk across the island and back. Take boat ride to Sunset Marina, slow for a harem of seals, and take a photo of a beautiful glass cabin.

Like this:

frank & mima

You'd probably recognize my cousin if you went to high school on the west side of Vancouver between 1995 and 2000. She's a mega-creative mega-babe. See below.

Mieke - Mima to those of us that shared sippy cups and modeled Bravo clothes with her - just started her own business selling antiques and collectibles. Her stuff is incredibly lovely and charmingly presented: I love the washboard hung over the clawfoot tub, the fishing net hung behind the door. Her items lend a story and a sense of warmth to a room. I know, I've experienced the amazing house she and her partner are restoring with their own four hands.

Check out frank & mima.

Power hour

I didn't want to go to Two Chefs and a Table last night for the Loaded Bow dinner. I love those crazy ladies, but I'd just gotten off a boat, was covered in crusted salt water and muddy dog, and only wanted my feet on a pouf in front of Greek take-out and Netflix.

More importantly, I've been trying to avoid eye contact with my project lately because I keep seeing massive holes in my nets and am terrified of taking it on full time. In MAY. Which is one week away. Puke. The last thing I wanted to do last night was talk enthusiastically about my business.

But I'd already bought a ticket, and I was hungry, and deep down part of me knew I needed to be surrounded by those power houses. I threw on my red pants and limped out the door telling Steve I'd be home in an hour.

Three hours later I bounced back through the door and buzzed around the bed recounting my evening. You know what? Our server had been reading my blog! That was really shocking, partly because I don't think there's much of interest here to anyone but me, and partly because I sometimes forget that it's public. Ha. Hi everyone!

I also got a pep-talk from a couple of wise designers, who reminded me to stay true to what I'm doing. I get dizzy looking up at the giants I'm all of a sudden in business with. Gaile and Rachel reminded me that my small-guy proportions are just fine.

Thanks to Loaded Bow for another hour of power.