Happy Halloween

Pam  xx

Decorative Designs

These pictures are close to a month old but I still want to share them! For my sister’s 21^st birthday, we threw her a ‘D’ themed party : this meant I spent countless hours cutting, hot glue gunning, threading & painting hundred’s of D’s in all sizes. A 40" balloon in the shape of a 'D' gathered at our place along with Dena's friends in costumes of characters/animals/objects that began with the letter D. This upcoming weekend will be filled with just as much creativity with pumpkin carvings, spooky decorations, sweet confections and costumes! Oh, how I love Halloween! 

Pam  xx

Condensation of steam

I linger actively on your contact and fade without the tangibility of your presence. I circumvent when you are cold, yet I materialize when your warmth passes through. Define us without the materials that give rise to the steam, the haziness lucidity and you cannot. It is the mass of our experiences that are extracted to create that part of me that is a part of you.

Pam  xx

The Pleasantries of Fall

Besides the obvious mentions of friends, family and health, there are little things that I am thankful for that are specific to this season. There are a couple of materialistic mentions, but sometimes I need to appreciate these small things when the big things are a bit too hectic. 

Boots. I practically live in boots and own an abundance of pairs that mostly go unworn. I go boots shopping to combat my sadness over the demise of summer.

Miniature pumpkins and squash that are delightful as centrepieces. 

A cozy scarf in fall appropriate colours. From the leaves on the ground to material accessories, these rich hues of yellow and orange signify Autumn.   

Having this in my backyard/ still being able to enjoy it in Fall weather. (The Blue Mountain in the distant is where SFU is located). 

Benjamin Francis Leftwich - His music gets me through studying and commuting in days where I have no choice but to be indoors. 

Some of the nicest things about fall are the little indulgences, in preparation to the big feasts and enjoyments of the winter holidays; just a right amount of sweets, steamy chamomile tea and warm home-cooked meals. The weather settles into a chilling crispness that allows you to still breathe in the mountains without the freezing chatter of bones. Time tiptoes into a steadier pace now that most people are indoors - writing, reading, and watching movies singly and collectively under blankets. Yet, fall is a dialectic of calm and stress - The dead leaves and the stillness of inhaling and exhaling deep airy breaths knit with the rush of assignments and midterms, and the anxiety that soon it will be Christmastime (Yes, I said it; I always think of it way in advance).

I will take my books outdoors while being bundled in thick cottons and scarves and risk catching a cold. I don’t want to miss the skies when they are still this beautiful.  

Yours,

Pam  xx

Forgiving

Forgiveness is such a delicate word as the connotation usually implies that you have been wronged and now you’re just supposed to get over it. It’s an ongoing practice that is continuously interwoven with new social actors. Since returning, I have met up with an individual that I thought I might never see again. While I may have uttered, “I forgive you” in the distant past, it wasn’t until seeing this person, did I believe myself. In all the nights that I have bemoaned over people, it takes seeing that particular person to finally feel the whole effect of the forgiving experience. And in actuality, I needed this person to forgive me too. Forgive me for being such a coward in all those times that I thought it might be easier to just slip away.

In addition, a couple weekends ago, I found myself in an environment that included a woman of my past who I had once declared and vehemently believed that if I could control lightning bolts, I would send them her away. She was involved in a scenario that had broken my young unadulterated heart for the first time. But as I walked out of the pub bathroom, and noticed her sitting in my seat amongst my friends, I no longer felt the intense need to call upon the power of Zeus. Instead, I made a joke which poked fun at the situation and laughed in tummy-hurting fashion at my own expense. The past anger had managed to be swallowed like the last sips of my cranberry vodka seven. I had forgiven her. 

Yours, 

P. xo. 

Breakfast Pizza

Rarely do I post pictures of food, which is funny because I almost always take pictures of my meals when they are enjoyed with friends. I'm not at all a chef. However, food posts may be prudently garnished on my blog from time to time as I have made the conscious decision to try out some new recipes. Feast your eyes on the breakfast pizza that my friend and I made:

Yours,

P. xo.