Favourite Things!

If this were anything like the Oprah show, I’d have boxes of Kleenex, a couple of Ativan and a paper bag delivered to each of you prior to this post. Sadly, there are no giveaways today, but please feel free to hyperventilate, freak out a little and video tape it. YouTube is always in need of more videos like this.

Creature comforts and favourite things vary for each of us, but here are a few of my favs.

Vancouver, you're dashing.

Though one is not born and raised in this fine city, it’s definitely home. Sun, sand, mountains, wild mushrooms, vineyards, the Pacific, some of the best local produce and seafood around create the perfect canvas for a lovely life. Fun-tastic friends and a sister on the way complete the list of life. The only downside is that England, Arkansas, Greece, Calgary and Ontario could be a little closer.

Milk, it does the body good.

Glass bottles! Recycle. Reduce. Reuse. Not to mention, milk is a key ingredient to starting the day off right with a cup of tea.


Cast iron nautical hooks are the perfect bathroom fixture to hang jewelry.


Especially when used to hang handmade, antique lace necklaces that your friend’s grandmother made and a darling necklace that your little sister in England sent you for your birthday.

Mennonites give you good deal.

Weekends in Abbotsford with a good friend often result in trips to MCC where many coloured glass goodies can be found. These vintage, coloured glass bowls cost less than $0.75 each.

Scratch and sniff.

Jo Malone exudes natural scents that can be mixed and matched. I could smell myself, and anyone else who wears this, all day long.

Come over to my house, my house.

My mum’s got a thing for signed costume jewelry and on her most recent trip in October 2010, we went to Doda on Richards Street and she treated me to this 1958 Art Deco beaut of a bracelet.

Marc Jacobs knows the way to a gal's heart.

Soft, buttery, pleated leather creates the perfect purse that’s adorned with gold fixtures and brown leather. Sometimes we covet things for months on end and dream of long nights with Marc. Then, your birthday comes around and friends and Mumma spoil you.

Cherry Blossoms

The season is coming to an end, but Cherry Blossoms in Vancouver make my eyes drool.


Shit my dad says

In the last year my dad bought his first iPhone. Whether or not he knew how to use it for the longest time is another story. Recently, he has learned how to text and quite often sends me texts at 5:50am (7:50am his time) saying “What are you up to kiddo?” Well, truth be told…I’m sleeping. I find it incredibly endearing that he sends them, even at such an ungodly hour.

One day, I randomly got a text and it was just a blurred image of his face.

Look at me, I'm Simone

He later told me he was doing a Simone picture. Exhibit A

Pucker up, big boy!

I recently had strange skin irriation which ended up looking like a bug bite. Whenever an ailment occurs, he’s my go-to man; Doctor Dad comes in handy. So, I sent him a picture of said irritation on my arm and wrote “Cancer?”. No answer. Text again “Dad, I have a two week old tumor and I’ve named it Bubba.” His response “Lol”. Yes, he said L-O-L. That’s cause for an lol in itself. He continued and said “Could be an extra nipple” then “Probably cutaneous. Anthrax.” I love him and he loves my jovial hypochondria.

The most recent amusing text occurred today. He was supposed to call and didn’t, so I sent him a text last night saying “Did that phone call get hijacked by a carrier pigeon?”  Today I got this response “No, but I’m stuck up a tree”

Hunting for Wild Boar in the Dirrrty South.

He is funny. I love him.

There are some things that are not appropriate

When on the Canada Line, please don’t floss your teeth. That’s what your bathroom is for, in the privacy of your own home. The rest of the world does not want the contents of your teeth being flicked onto seat in front of you.

Cleanliness is next to godliness

What are things in public you have seen that shouldn’t happen?

It’s a double rainbow…all the way across the sky!

For those of you that have seen this, the following image will evoke nostalgia.

Now, I’m not entirely sure what he was smoking, eating, drinking or even what meditative state he was in, but he was loving that rainbow.

Well, here in Vancouver the other day, we had our own double rainbow that went all the way across the sky. This picture doesn’t do it justice, but it’ll do.

No one steals me lucky charms!

Mum, remember when you used to get us Lucky Charms for breakfast? She would never buy us chips or fun lunch snacks, but the woman would buy us sugary cereal for breakfast once in a while. Logic…where are you?


Quarter. I just need a quarter.

Dear Vancouver,

Who is your favourite beggar? My personal favourite would have to be the tall lady with curly-ish hair who always needs a quarter. “Does anyone have a qwa-tah? I just need a qwa-tah.” She sounds like she’s from Jersey, which is not only fascinating, but one wonders…where is she really from?

Who’s your fav?

Kitty Cold!

The Wee House has become divided by provinces! Heather is now in Calgary and her new home is aptly called The Love Shack. However, both of us are still living in wee spaces. So, the blog’s name will not change. We’ve had enough change for the next little while and there’s no reason to get all crazy.

With all the changes going on, poor little Vincey poo got a kitty cold.  His nose was running like a leaky faucet, he had to breath through his mouth, his eyes were running and he took on a quiet disposition. For those that know Vince, that’s an unlikely occurrence! What does a kitty with a cold look like?


Yes, Vince was even MORE cute with a kitty cold.

Vincey, I miss you and your mamma!

*Formatting is being bitchy today and won’t rotate pictures.