Real Life is Hard

Real Life is Hard #22

We put both our cats on anti-depressants and now they don’t pee on our stuff! But we’re all pretty sleepy. XD

Real Life is Hard #21

We’re moving! September 30th Spencer and I are moving out of the city to the country. Not sure how long it’ll take for me to get my studio set up, but I’ll be back! <3

Real Life is Hard #20

Labour Day weekend involved a lot of walking.

Real Life is Hard #19

What I’m trying to say is Red Lobster would have been a perfect proposal spot. XD

Real Life is Hard #18

I really, really like Red Lobster guys.

Real Life is Hard #17

Alternate Proposal Ideas that would have worked, Part 1.

Last week (a couple weeks ago?) was International Cat Day. My college friend Jenni post a portrait of her cats as people, so I decided to give it a whirl. So here they are, my little old men, Dr. Boo and Whittaker. XD

Real Life is Hard #16

Welcome to my own personal allergy hell; July, August and September. Also known as ragweed season.

Real Life is Hard #15

Being married is exactly the same as our relationship before; only the past few weeks our farts have smelt similar and been extra potent. Gross. That’s love I guess.

Real Life is Hard #14

Freaking out on the day of is normal I hear. Now that it’s over I’m cool as a cucumber! And married!

Wedding Hiatus #3

Thank-you post cards I sent to my bridal shower guests. Block printing and watercolour.

Wedding Hiatus #2

My invites! I block printed these adorable things way back in December? Anyway, super early.

Also today is my birthday. I’m 30!

Wedding Hiatus #1

No really, I’m getting married. Here’s a bridal shower invite I designed.

Real Life is Hard #13

Getting married in a week means I fluctuate between these two emotions rapidly. There is no in-between.

Real Life is Hard #12

AN ACTUAL THING THAT HAPPENED.

High Park, Toronto

Real Life is Hard #11

I’m the eldest of three kids, and even though I’m almost 30 most of my drive, confidence and self-worth is all wound up in what my parents want for me, what they think of me and their approval. My rational brain and my therapist, even my parents tell me this isn’t what they think. But my emotional brain, and years of looking back on comments and interactions with my parents tell me otherwise.  My relationship with them, as we get closer to my wedding, has been tense, and is currently a work in progress. I’m trying to not take their worrying as direct judgments of my life choices thus far, but it’s hard when all you want to do is take that worry away, even when you know that life path would make you miserable. So I made my own choices and I’m dealing with the consequences. Reality is, even if I listened to all of their suggestions, I’d probably be dealing with the same issues... on top of not being happy with my choices.

They read these. And I know they’re not going to like this one.

But it’s cathartic... and important... even if it makes me emotional.  And a little scared,