Here's what my Sunday morning looks like: 10am (sometimes) I wake up, grab my iced coffee from the fridge, pour it in a mason jar (how cliche), add ice, hazelnut syrup, almond milk and a little red straw. Next, I text whoever I think I can convince to go to brunch with me and meet them at The Hollows.
10:15 I get dressed in boyfriend jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. I think to myself, 'I have been defaulting to this outfit a lot - I need to get back into color and patterns!' I turn to my light wash perfectly fitted denim and grab a baby blue cardigan. I think about what I could possibly put underneath it (a bralette? a cami?), but nothings working. Why not just wear nothing? I grab my baby blue leather pouch and it almost matches perfectly. Finally, I ditch the sneakers and decide I want my feet to look like black kittens so I grab my fluffy Topshop heels. Too much for a Sunday brunch? I quickly embark on my hair and makeup routine--hair goes in a low messy bun that takes 2 seconds (I definitely spend more time on my makeup) and am out the door.
11amI arrive at the restaurant, having to circle the block a few times to find parking. I see the parking attendant lurking around the block and I'm wondering why he's present - isn't parking free on Sundays? We make eye contact, he's found me again, ready to print the 60th parking ticket of the year. I cautiously choose a permitted parking area still able to see him metres away trying to determine his next move. He recognizes me from working downtown on his usual route where he meets his quota by issuing me tickets. I give him a look as if someone is stealing my chocolate, the 'I swear to god' look and he gets the message. I enter the restaurant sit down and order the usual--a dutch pancake with two sunnyside up eggs on top with seabuckthorn berries (pannekokin), apples and applewood cheddar sprinkled on top, yum. Devour the meal and head over to peruse the farmers market for juice, flowers and other local goodies.
1pm I head back home and spend hours trolling blogs and snacking.
4pm I prep outfits for shoots and think of blog post ideas. I also go through my daybooks to cross off and add on any to-do's.
6pm The weekly family dinner at Granny's house and I try to resist a second helping of apple pie.
It's 8pm and I'mwatching an episode of New Girl and eating more snacks, probably cookies or Nutella. This continues for the next 5 hours at least while I avoid going on the university website to check if final grades are up.