We stopped by the site of my condo that's presently just a big hole, and then browsed the bead stores since I'm sourcing sparklies for a necklace I'm making for another girlfriend.
We ended up having dinner at Jules on Spadina, a favourite that never disappoints. On our way to the subway, we stopped at Kiehl's where I was sampled up, and at Caban where I found a pair of lamps for my condo that were 40% off. I can't wait to furnish my place. I have definite ideas about what I'd like in the space--my den is already furnished in my mind--the details of the rest of the space are still rather fluid, but that's OK.
All in all, Friday was a good day.
Today was a different story. I'm ashamed to admit that I threw a hissy-fit this morning because I couldn't find my sneakers which my mother had stored away because of the renovations. She finally found them for me and I was able to head out to meet my friend for lunch.
We had plans to spend the afternoon shopping at Yorkdale but neither of us was really in the mood: the mall was a construction zone and it had been so long since I'd gone to a mall on a weekend day that I had forgotten how crowded it gets. The stores were busy and all the stock was a mess. Quite honestly, I can not shop under such conditions, so after some discussion, we decided to call it a day.
I got home and my mood turned darker. All I could do was complain about how bored I was with everything: food, shopping, living in the basement, the renovations. My mother finally told me to keep my negative energy to myself so I decided to give myself a pedi.Is this the start of the birthday blues? Maybe. I just want my life back to normal. I want to be able to look in my closet when I want to find something to wear instead of digging in a garbage bag. I want to pull out my drawers when I'm looking for a t-shirt to wear instead of juggling drawers that are stacked one on top the other against the wall. Is that too much to ask????
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