Spring? Is that you?

I always love this time of the year but this year...not so much. I've been in a frumpy mood that seems to come and go like the rain here in Toronto. And boy has it been raining. Last night we had a spectacular show of thunder and lightening. The only problem is they scare me to death. Especially when the rumbles cause the windows rattle. Needless to say, I didn't get my much needed beauty rest.

The rain has been on and off and the temperatures have been up and down this month. I plan my outfits according to the weather report. One day I wear rain boots with a lovely skinny pant and end up sweating and then the next day I wear sandals and a cute dress only to find icicles dangling from my nose. Clearly the weather report is not accurate and it's stressing me out! I can't seem to have just the right attire to keep me comfortable.

If I had my own classroom I'd have a closet with my favourite staple items that would include:

• Banana Republic lightweight cardigan
• Converse Chuck Taylor's in red
  
• Keihl's Creme de Corps
• lightweight merino socks
  

For now, I just lug my "just in case" stuff along with my "emergency personals" with me where ever I go. (Yes, I actually have socks in my bag).

Until then, I will bake cookies. Cookies make me happy. Especially chocolate ones!

Fondled

It's March Break and I've got a lot on my plate.

With the recent events of devastation in Japan my daughter and I have decided to do some fund raising. We are selling yummy melt in your shortbread cookies with bits of chocolate and toffee (plain also available). Cookies for a cause. How can you go wrong?

Needless to say we are up to our eyeballs in cookie batter.

My house is still under renovation (it never seems to end) and in a desperate need to get organized we went off to IKEA for some storage ideas.

I cannot go to IKEA without perusing through their Swedish food section. They have everything from chocolate to frozen meatballs. While in the line up, a wee lil' old lady bumped into me (I use wee with humour as not many are more wee than me). She turned to apologize and put her arm around me and began to rub and tap me while smiling and saying "so sorry so sorry". Only her hand was not on my back. It was on my butt! I stood there mortified and only politely smiled while saying, "ahhh...it's okay". While what felt like an eternal violation, I do believe it was meant as a warm apology and not a cheap fondling.

Or was it?