Shoes, Puma; jeans, Jacob; brown T-shirt, gift from mom; sweatshirt, Forever 21 (from this shopping trip); jacket, boutique in Toronto (I can’t remember the name; it’s that store on the corner of Avenue and Eglinton with the mural on the outside wall. Ring a bell, anyone?); scarf, Ardene; purse, Old Navy.
Buttons, from top to bottom: free from Book Expo Canada; gift from co-worker; gift from Susie; free from Book Expo Canada.
Here’s a glimpse into my front hallway, and into what I wear on the weekend: minimal makeup, jeans, and my faded pink and gold Pumas. When these pictures were taken, I was on my way out to the grocery store, where I spent my hard-earned money on the supplies for the homemade hamburgers and fries the boyfriend was going to cook for supper that night. What else did I buy this weekend? Hot chocolate and a chocolate chip cookie at Starbucks, a sock-puppet bookmark from Chapters for the boyfriend, and a cinnamon-bun breakfast/brunch at the Sugarbowl for me and a friend (best cinnamon buns EVER; thanks for a fun Sunday morning, Kelsey!). Ahhh, isn’t it nice to have your own money to spend on things that make you happy? But, remember when you were, oh, say, 15, and this wasn’t the case? I certainly do:
August 11, 1997
Hello. I am absolutely sick of having no money. I’m as poor as hell. Money can’t seem to stay with me. I’m not lucky with money either. I always buy scratch tickets and win nothing more than two dollars. Wow! I’m on the road to riches now! And I couldn’t believe it! Darcy won twenty dollars today! As if! Sometimes I just want to throttle that child. Ever since about twelve-thirty today, I’ve been irritable. Just the littlest thing set me off. My mother was bugging me too. Everytime I’d ask where we were going next, she’d say “don’t ask me! Grampie’s driving, ask him!” Well sorry! I just thought that maybe you’d been informed about what is going on. I’m getting kind of irritated even writing. The heat is getting to me. I’m going to go now. I just wanted to jot down this little bit because I haven’t written in a couple nights. So, I’ll be talking to you later, maybe when I’m in a better mood.
Eeek! Sorry, mom!
Now, for some back story: this entry was written while on my family’s annual summer vacation to P.E.I. to visit with all our relatives, hence the mention of my Grampie in the car during what I imagine was our traditional day-trip to the New Glasgow Lobster Supper; I had a job as a papergirl (and faced much ridicule for it as a 15-year-old), but that was in Ontario, not P.E.I., and because I probably hadn’t saved any money in anticipation of going on vacation, I was “poor as hell;” scratch tickets were $2 in P.E.I., which seemed cheap compared to the the $3 they were in Ontario, so my parents and grandparents would let my brother and I give them toonies to buy us tickets as a treat (some treat! All I ever got was angry!); and, in addition to the boyfriend being named Darcy, my brother is also a Darcy (first discussed on my blog here), and he is the one who won the coveted $20 that made me want to throttle him.
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