Cut to scene and here I am with a 3 year old blackberry--first smart phone I've ever had and one I didn't exactly want if you want to know the truth. I recall finishing a pretty crazy hike with my friend and her Rottweiler in Lake Louise. First time off I'd had in 4 years. And my damn blackberry (the one 'they' made me get before authorizing the vacation in the first place) rang for the first time ever with a client begging me to cut my vacation short. Right then and there all my worst fears came true: I can never get away from them, truly be alone with my thoughts and disconnect entirely. In that moment I realized there was no turning back: I'd fallen for the bait and would now pay for it indefinitely.
This week the rollerball snapped right out of my blackberry and I've been carrying it around like a serving tray so as to continue use. My contract's up in a month and I can opt out without a fee...except then I lost the rollerball entirely causing me to defect to the dark side and get an iPhone. Yesterday I pulled it out for the first time and entered the world of the cool kids aka Instagram. Now I want to take pictures of everything. My sock, the kitchen sink, that spider crawling on the outside of the screen.
I still don't want to answer the phone, see my email, or be pursued relentlessly. Just take random photos of whatever crosses my path. This is going to be a recipe for disaster...mark my words. But for the record? I don't feel any cooler. I'm still, happily, just me.
Newest obsession: Dove chocolate bars with almonds aka breakfast at the bird.
Newest flea market find.
Brace yourselves for pure vintage 70's.
Bar at the Chef's digs.
Who am I kidding? Anytime snack.
Shower Curtain aka Serenity Now
The thing that will best be known as 'buzz on a popsicle stick'
once this weekend is over.
Follow me on Instagram! I want to know if you're on there and will follow you back.