Snark Control

Skirt? Thrifted Wool vest? Thrifted Sweatshirt? Joe Fresh Boots? Winners

This last weekend was fabulous. Yes, fabulous and I do not use that word lightly (maybe I do but in this case I am not). It was Thanksgiving Weekend here in Canada and we booked a cottage up in Blue Mountain area with Matt's side of the family for a few days. I took my little brother along as well because my parents are still in Holland eagerly awaiting the birth of their first grandchild, and I felt sorry for him. It was a pity invite. Nah, I'm kidding, I love my little brother and I knew he would fit in just fine. The love of beer and a hot tub on a long weekend is common ground for everyone.

The company was great, the weather was perfect and the autumn colour show was at its peak. I told you... fabulous.

On the 3 hour drive home, Matt and I took the meandering, scenic route along the back roads. I think we were silent for much of the drive as we took in the sun-soaked autumn splendour. I mentioned last year that the fall has a way of knocking the sarcasm out of me and it stands true this year again. I look at the kaleidiscope of autumn colour and not a snarky thing crosses my mind. And that's a good thing because sometimes (full, though not shocking, disclosure), I think pretty bitchy things.