Spring is often a time of shaking things off and shaking things up. In the Pacific North West, a little spring is finally peeking her cute little face out from the shroud of the long, windy, wet winter. The days are longer. The bird calls are a small chorus. The cherry and salmon berry blossoms are showing off their pink blooms. And I have the equally strong pulls to purge, create and socialize. The last few weekends I’ve been really drawn to listen to all three spring urges, to listen to my intuition.
There was a firemen’s association dinner with a crew of ladies decidedly my senior. There’s been stolen hours in my little basement creative space, working on Oceans of Yarn boho wallhangings. And there’s been a lot of closet cleaning. One of the reasons I can finally clean out my closet is thanks to my mom jean count growing. I did some online perusing the spring denim offers at Mark’s Canada and realized that I’ve tended towards the same styles – indigo, mid rise – for a while. Time for listen to my spring intuition and change things up.
If my family had a customized license plate made it might read something like: ‘Will brake for awesome public pools‘. Or more accurately, will drive two extra hours to swim in THE BEST pool in the region.
And so is the gist of an unexpected road trip we ventured out on, last October from Prince Rupert to Kitimat, B.C. We were headed to Terrace from Rupert anyway on a grocery trip, so we thought we would add a couple extra hours to our drive to check out their supposedly sweet public pool. The rumours of the awesomeness of the Kitimat public pool popped up in multiple conversations during our trip. So we thought, ‘what the hell?’ Let’s go.
These days shopping for jeans as a mom in her late 30s is almost as torturous as bikini shopping as an insecure 18 year old. I used to own tonnes of jeans, I loved jeans. I wore denim as much as possible. As a 29 year old I owned exactly two pairs of stretchy pants and at two dozen pairs of jeans. Now that number is reverse: I have more yoga pants and tights than I have denim duds.
But now that I’m a mom, my financial and physical reality are different, and so must be my jeans. Read more