thursday’s tattooed twosome

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_4.jpg IMG_5.jpgIMG_6.jpg IMG_7.jpgOver the past two months, Geoffrey and I decided to add to our collection of tattoos. Does one even call it a collection? I suppose that’s what we are doing, albeit on our bodies. Although they varied greatly in size, we were both equally as proud of their outcome. Well, maybe we’re a little more proud of Geoff’s since his would have hurt a heck of a lot more.

While I understand that tattoos are not for everyone, they are for us. We are a young couple who strive to be unique, dream big everyday, and are courteous to others. I don’t see tattoos as acts of rebellion or a cries for attention. I view them as expressions of art and freedom within our culture. Everyone should know by now that you can’t judge a book by its cover. I think that we all could try harder to hold the importance of that metaphor above most others.

Enjoy February’s last weekend. See you all in March. <3


prairie light (part 2)

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_6.jpgIMG_7.jpg IMG_8.jpgIMG_9.jpg IMG_10.jpgIMG_11.jpg IMG_12.jpgIMG_13.jpg IMG_14.jpg“The prairie is not the kind of place that reaches out and plucks at your romantic heart strings, as do the Rocky Mountains or the sea. The prairie is quiet, gentle, and unassuming, with only fleeting moments of passion and drama. But its dominant moodiness makes the times of vibrant colour all the more exquisite! Now I am amused by people who tell me they find the prairie drab and colourless. Granted the prairie can look monotonous if all you do is drive through it at a hundred kilometres an hour. You need to spend time on the prairie to appreciate the many facets of its personality. Even then, you must take time to look and experience its subtle shifts in temperament. Dull, overcast days offer the best conditions to observe the landscape close-up, yet these are the very occasions when we are least likely to give this land its due. When the tones are even, devoid of bright highlights, or distracting shadows, we can better appreciate the subtle nuances of colour. 

“The prairie is a land of extremes, an immense land that touches all who inhabit it. Neither city nor town offers sanctuary from nature’s dominion. Prairie skies put human architecture in its place; prairie storms recognize no boundaries …

“The immensity of the prairie can overwhelm with a sense of man’s insignificance or offer a profound sense of contentment and peace or exhilarate with a vision of nature’s potency and a grander scheme of things. Whatever the response the prairie will not be ignored … “

– Courtney Milne, Prairie Light

prairie light (part 1)

PHOTO_1.jpg PHOTO_2.jpg PHOTO_4.jpgI recently came across Prairie Light while I was at work. To my good fortune, the branch that I was at was withdrawing this book from their collection. One of the perks of working within a library is that you get first dibs on every item that is chosen to become a donation to the Friends of the Library Shop. As soon as I held Prairie Light in my arms, I knew that I was about to become inspired by many blog posts to come. I only had to read the introduction to the book to discover that all of my own feelings that I have ever possessed towards the prairies were laid out on the pages with such eloquence and grace. I felt as if this book described prairie life in a way that I never could, and yet, had given me clues as to how I will feel towards it in the not so distant future. For those of you who were ever curious about the Canadian prairies, here is the first of a two part photography adventure, with excerpts from Courtney Milne, the talent behind my latest and motivating find. 

PHOTO_7.jpgPHOTO_6.jpgPHOTO_8.jpg PHOTO_11.jpgPHOTO_10.jpg PHOTO_12.jpgPHOTO_13.jpg PHOTO_14.jpgPHOTO_15.jpg“The prairie landscape is, for me, a visual feast that continues to bring joy as well as scope for expression. But it was not always that way. As a child I loathed the harsh winters, but gained healthy respect for the elements. It was on my daily treks to school that I learned to judge how far I could go without freezing my flesh.

“My only childhood memory of vivid prairie colour is watching sunsets. I remember the deep crimson that would linger long after sundown. Yet even the sunset was tainted with the unhappy acknowledgement that I had to go in and get my homework finished.

“I remained on the prairie until I finished university. My first move thereafter was to the land of my childhood dreams, California. It was only then that I realized just how special were the prairie sunsets. My evenings felt lonely and incomplete when the sun dropped out of sight and the sky turned black. The darkness, the continual traffic noise, and the police sirens were poor substitutes for the evening light of home.

“When I returned to the prairie the landscape looked more attractive to me than I remembered. I welcomed the wide open spaces and the sense of freedom endorsed by the infinite prairie skies. I liked the unpredictability and the excitement of the storms. I felt drawn by the vibrancy and sensuality of the prairie colour, and to the distinctiveness of the seasons. No more struggle to remember what month it was; I had only to glance out the window and see the date written on the land or in the trees, or announced by the song of the meadowlark. Prairie light seemed to range across the complete spectrum of human emotion. Identifying with its variety of moods enlarged and enriched my vision.”

– Courtney Milne, Prairie Light

do it yourself – burlap sack dog bed

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_6.jpgI don’t know about your dogs, but Holly and Truman love burlap sacks. I only know this because over the past year I have used potato sacks around the house in multiple DIY projects. They have replaced pillow covers, curtains, placemats, and now dog beds. This is actually my second dog bed that I have made from burlap. The first bed bit the dust around the 5-month mark after Truman expressed too much fondness towards it. He loves burlap so much that he will lay and roll and scratch at the bed, over and over again, before settling down and falling asleep. When he wakes up, his hair is messy and he smells distinctly like a potato sack. Who could get mad at that?

Burlap is unique and inexpensive; two characteristics that I cannot get enough of. I initially bought 6 sacks off of eBay for less than $3.00 a piece. If you are going to purchase some for yourselves, I highly recommend going that route. That, or through your local classifieds. I always see burlap sacks for sale in antique stores, but rarely do they go for anything less than $30. That’s a bit outrageous in my mind. Because the sacks are large and double-sided, each one goes a long way. If you enjoy crafting with more natural materials, burlap is an incredible investment.


down on broadway

IMG_1.jpg IMG_2.jpgIMG_3.jpg IMG_4.jpgIMG_5.jpg IMG_6.jpgIMG_14.jpg IMG_7.jpgIMG_8.jpg IMG_9.jpgIMG_10.jpg IMG_11.jpgIMG_12.jpgA few weeks ago, Geoff and I spent the night on one of our city’s most infamous streets. The name is Broadway Avenue. Broadway is home to independent clothing stores, coffee shops, and restaurants, multiple bars, two schools, and much more hipster goodness. The Broadway Theatre dates back to 1946, and it’s there where we ended up going for date night. To the theatre, that is, not back in time.

This particular night we went and saw the remake of Oldboy. Although the theatre put on a special screening of both the original and the remake, we only caught the newer version. Both Geoff and I thought that it was a shocking, gory, and well-acted film, and was very different than what we were expecting. That being said, if you were going by movie ratings alone, it may not be one that avid Rotten Tomato followers will be willing to see. This 2013 version currently sits at 43% on RT, while the version from 2003 is at 80%. Inevitably, it’s probably another Hollywood remake that probably shouldn’t have been remade in the first place. I think that there should be a general rule in Hollywood that any film above 70% on RT cannot be redone. That way, the classics will always remain just that. Except for Oldboy, that is. Reviews aside, I highly recommend seeing it! 


  • Hello! My name is Emory. I am a wife, mother of four (three on earth in heaven). This is our life on the Canadian prairies.

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