IT SHOULD COME as no surprise that I get really excited when I have visitors. For one, because having visitors is just simply fun (hello sleepovers!). But the real reason I love visitors is because I get to show off my “hometown”. Okay, perhaps it’s not so much my hometown as it is my “current city” (terminology we can thank Facebook for).
I am obsessed with Vancouver and every time someone visits I know I can take them off the roster of people in my life who guilt me with questions like “so when are you moving back to Toronto?” By the end of their stay they just get it.
Last week one of my good friends from university was visiting and I gave him a pretty good taste of Vancouver (I think). From Granville Island to the Art Gallery to a night spent drinking on the beach I unveiled what life is like in this fine city – a life I’m in no hurry to give up.
our my selfie scene was a bit out of control (3 may be a crowd but it’s much better for getting a good photo) I’ll spare you and just share some of my favourite shots.
And yes – I realize that most of these photos were actually from our trip to Seattle – but hey that’s one of the perks of living in Vancouver right?
THIS PROJECT SHOULD have been a piece of cake. Somehow it ended up being one of the more stressful ones (more on that in a sec). Now that it’s up I’m trying to decide if I even like it. Actually I know I like it – I’m just not sure I’m crazy about where I’ve actually placed it in my apartment.
Full disclosure: this photo was strategically taken as to shield you from the mess that is my bookcase. I haven’t gotten around to styling it quite yet and when I moved 2 months ago I pretty much just unpacked all my boxes directly onto the bookshelf (or so it seems).
Like I mentioned this project is, in theory, an extremely simple one. I bought that wall bracket (it’s really for a shelf) from Ikea like 2 months ago with the intention of using it for this but it took me longer than I thought to scrounge up the other pieces.
The bane of my existence became the actual cord. You see I went to a store down the street from my apartment, Homewerx, and originally bought the NUD Classic. I got it home only to realize the light was meant for a ceiling fixture and didn’t have a plug. ARG. So I returned the cord the next day and ventured over to another store, Nineteen Ten (which happens to be one of my fave shops in Vancouver, BTW). I found what I was looking for, I was sure of it, because there was one on display and I could SEE the wall plug. So I picked my colour, paid and came home. Turns out PLOG-IT (which is a Canadian brand, which I obviously love) makes two versions of their cord… one with a wall plug (the PLOG-KIT) and one for a ceiling fixture. Obviously because I’m me (and possibly because I broke a mirror last week and am cursed with 7 years of bad luck) I got home with yet another plug-less light. DOUBLE ARG. Thankfully I was able to exchange it for the one I really wanted but I could not believe I had made the same mistake twice.
So let this be a lesson to you, folks. Do not make the same mistake I did.
Double Triple check what you’re buying!
PS. What do you think?!
YOU KNOW HOW sometimes places try too hard to be something cool and trendy but fall flat when it comes to actually knowing their niche? (psst…dead giveaway if the joint is full of hipsters). Musette Caffe is anything but that kind of place. They are as authentically cycle-savvy as they are coffee connoisseurs. And when I say authentic I mean it. Despite being in – quite possibly – the world’s most awkward location, the place is bumpin’. And bumpin’ with cyclists to boot. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was the only person there who wasn’t wearing a kit and hadn’t just finished a 75km ride (I was however on my way to the pool so don’t judge). And sure, I felt a little out of place but they do a decent job of making everyone feel welcome (hey now, I have a cruiser bike you know…) and that little ounce of feeling out of place is every bit worth the ricotta, pistachio and honey snack. Trust me.
DRINK: A latte (but let’s be serious I’ll rarely suggest anything else)
EAT: Ricotta and honey on toast. It tastes just like my nonna’s house – which is the best – in case you didn’t know
COME HERE IF: You are an avid cyclist / you enjoy gawking at cyclists / you want to meet fellow cyclists
CHECK OUT: Group ride! Can you say bike gang?
GOOD SPACE FOR: Watching the Tour De France.
PRO TIP: Feel free to bring your most badass ride. There’s ample bike parking outside (with complimentary locks) or you can bring your bike right inside too!