In a couple weeks, there will be a new flea popping up in East Van and I am stoked for it. Being from L.A. where there’s a flea market in nearly every neighbourhood, ever since I moved to Vancouver, I’ve been seriously missing this culture. There’s the indoor one on Terminal, but it’s a bit hit or miss and you get the urge to promptly wash your hands after leaving (this was before the remodel, I actually haven’t been back in a while). Of course, I absolutely adore the Beggars Banquet, but I’d call it more of a boutique flea — where you can definitely expect a serious deal here and there, but you should anticipate paying for the quality and selection that you’re going to find there. The Eastside Flea has the hopes of being more of a mixed bag — perhaps the medium between these two and it’s being fashioned after the Brooklyn Flea in New York. Come check it out; I’ll have a spot where I’m going to offload some serious goods at just $5 a pop!!
Not to worry, this isn’t a post about Lemony Snickett; there just really has been a string of events lately that have kept me from doing much internetting. Namely, not having Internet service at home for the past few weeks. This was not some kind of well-thought plan or comment on the over-consumption of social media. We just didn’t want to pay the insane amount we were being charged. This surely won’t last forever, but we have noticed that Hubs has been sleeping better, so that’s something we need to look at.
I was also sick for a while, the house has been torn up due to the landlord’s “repairs” being done, and some other things — but not to worry, I’m still alive and we’re well. Actually, to be fair, some great things have been going on, too. The most prominent activity spanning over almost all of this time, has been the process of interviewing and choosing a team of fourteen people that will accompany us to Tanzania this summer as part of a short-term mission through Westside Church. If you are reading this, YOU are one of the wonderful people that can help through prayers and monetary donations toward our mission; anything and everything helps.
It’s that time again and I’m so excited!! Beggars Banquet is happening this weekend and we’re in a new building for 2013. I cant wait to get back into it since the last one in November, and I’m going to have my friend, Michelle, there with me all weekend since hubs is out-of-town. I just might have all kinds of new treasures to show you; better come see!!
I started thrifting at a young age — even before I was old enough to drive, and this has led to the acquisition of a lot of clothes. There was a point in my life when I took a look at my closet and decided that I had enough “good” stuff that there should never need to be a reason for me to go out in anything I wouldn’t want to be seen in. Keep in mind that I was in L.A. at the time, going through fashion school as an overworked, under-slept, generally frazzled student and this decision was made somewhere amidst the introduction of the matching velour Juicy sets, the rise of the yoga pant, and uhgg — Uggs.
I’ve said this before to people and they just throw a look of disbelief, but it’s true: I don’t own any sweatpants, no flannel bottoms, no “painting clothes”, no I-wouldn’t-be-caught-dead-in-that-outside-of-the-house clothes; it’s my fail-safe because I’m just as lazy as anyone can be, but if I don’t want to get out of my pyjamas to go walk the dog real quick or run to the store for some milk, I’m already ready already.
It’s not as hard as it might sound; I wear old sundresses and jersey maxis, oversized tees and sweatshirts with leggings, kimonos — always, and most recently I added this to the PJ drawer, a ginormous Dolce & Gabbana men’s shirt that I thrifted this past summer. I bought it with the intention of reselling it, but then realized it is quite large and surely would sit for a while before anyone would give it a chance. Cut to a montage of nearly every 90′s love story where the girl wears the boyfriend’s shirt to bed and I’m sold. Try it out, go thrift yourself a designer men’s shirt to wear to bed and see if you don’t feel like a 90′s Meg Ryan as well.
My love affair with photobooths started before I was old enough to drive; the magazine stand that I used to frequent in Burbank with my friends had — I think still has — a color machine there. Most of what I have left from those days got water damaged in storage… Oh. For. Shame. These photo strips of the hubs and I are pasted up in our hallway, amongst many other nostalgic pieces that remain from our collective pasts. They were taken around L.A. during our first year of marriage. I came across this website — well it’s more of an homage to the photobooth. Photobooth.net documents all things photobooth related: media, like film and television they pop up in, art exhibits, info on renting a machine for your event — but the best, absolute best part us that they have a locator. You can search any area to see if there’s a photobooth near you. I freaking love this and I know I said I don’t do resolutions, but I really want to try to get back into the habit of photoboothing it up whenever I see one. There are some booths right in my backyard; I have no excuses not to. I mean, obvs there are “apps for that” — I like the interface of Photoautomat — but there’s just nothing like the real thing.