Oh no. It's only November 8th and I'm already humming Christmas carols...It's not entirely my fault. First, a friend of mine blogged about Christmas turds (?). Then, this morning, I witnessed the first few flakes of winter outside the kitchen window. Over lunch, I read an article in the Toronto Star about the window decoration on Bay Street. Which nearly made me cry.
I can remember going to "see the windows" with my great, great aunt Dodie back she was alive, back when I was young, back when the Eaton Centre was owned by Eaton's, back when we had one-dollar bills. I love that the city is so much a part of my childhood. It's why I love the Christmas carol Silver Bells (beware: link will get the song stuck in your head all day) - "It's Christmas time in the city..."
On my way into work this morning, due to an accidental lie-in, I was doing my makeup on the King streetcar.
Lady next to me: "Wow. Applying liquid liner on a streetcar. You're brave."
Me: "Toronto, born and bred. That's all I gotta say."
3 comments:
You make me want to go to Toronto -never been. I hate that Christmas is everywhere. Not bah-humbug, but can't we wait 'til after Thanksgiving? Okay, maybe a little bah-humbug. Love your blog.
brave and talented, baby.
liquid liner on the streetcar is definitely a talent.
that's my girl
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