Of shoes and ships and sealing wax

Since last post, I was determined to take some photos before posting again. This turned into many days, and my batteries died after only a few pictures, but I have managed to get some.

I had such a lovely cultural weekend, it was so exciting for me:) Last weekend, I had been wandering around downtown, as is my favourite weekend style. I did my taxes, then wandered around the library, then the market for a while, since Liz was sleeping and I was trying to let her actually sleep. (You know how you try to be so quiet and end up being noisier than usual? That's me every day, heheh.) I'm turning into such a grandma or something- at least, I have a strong suspicion that my pastimes are quickly becoming those usually had by empty-nesters! Oh well, I'm fine with it.

Anyways, I was getting a coffee at this sweet local coffee shop in the market, and this guy comes up to me with a card in his hand. "I saw you at the library too," he says, and hands me the card. I did remember seeing him there when I was perusing the earth day activities- the card was for a show for the Lola fest here in London, an indie music event I think. I thought, "Sweet," and put it away.

So, to actually get to the point, I invited my friend Sarah to come along and check it out with me. As it turns out, this was a pre-launch event to the actual Lola fest in the summer (London has some pretty good festivals in summertime), held at Museum London. There were three different bands from Toronto, performing on a variety of instruments (sitar I think, accordion in a box!, cello, drums, even recorder), people could sit at the tables and mingle and eat.

I have always wanted to get acquainted with the arts community in London, this elusive element, but thought I would always be on the fringe, since I didn't go to university here and don't have those connections. All of a sudden, here I am getting a personal invitation:) Well, not that personal, more like random, but I was happy.

At the event, I ended up meeting a guy that works at the coffee shop I frequent, and he was super nice- we even had some friends in common. I have to say, it was a great feeling to attend a concert with an eclectic mix of people and actually know someone, not in a church group or sports team or anything. It makes me feel like I do actually know some people in London, in the sense of running into people that you know. The organizer was really cool too, I met him as well.

On Saturday, one of the leaders at work was having an art show at his house, so a coworker and I went to check it out. He has a lot of Aztec and Native influences, and a lot of bright colours. I quite enjoyed it and wished I could have stayed longer. It left me wanting to rush home and paint something. (I didn't- instead I wandered through two different used bookstores downtown.)

Without further ado, here are my few pictures I took in the park near my house- a glimpse of spring before the snow came back the next day:(

Spring flowers

The infamous Grosvenor where runners like to train for hills- you can't see from this angle but it's quite steep

Our plant table by lamplight. Slightly creepy-looking.

I absolutely love these colours together, even on such a grey day. Cool eh?

Pretty gnarly tree, don't you think? (haha, I couldn't resist)

It seems I've actually run out of things to say (I can hear an audible sigh of relief!) So with that, I'll sign off. Tata for now!