I’m a bit late in posting this. A few weeks ago, on the last day of my internship at Radio-Canada, I went on air to talk about knitting. While knitting. And wearing a knit sweater. Woah!
(The knitters out there will want to know: I finished a pair of Charade socks made of ShiBui Sock, [...]
That’s right — after I checked off the last thing on my to-do list for this evening, I made a paper crane out of it.
In high school I ate a pack of Starburst a day (… and lived on cafeteria food. How am I still slim and not diabetic?). I would make paper cranes out [...]
I find myself listening to a lot of Jack Johnson lately. Maybe it’s because it reminds me of the last time I was in BC for a good amount of time. I worked at Vista 18 restaurant, on the top floor of Hotel Chateau Victoria. I worked the early morning buffet shift, which means I [...]
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I once made a miniature fimo pea pod that looked pretty good, but this is incredible!
I’ve had a sore throat since Saturday and it’s really putting a damper on my days. It’s always there, nagging at me, stabbing every time I swallow. The (temporary) cure? Cup after cup of hot tea with lemon and a tablespoon of honey. I tried those throat-numbing lozenges, but they only made my mouth numb [...]
I told myself that if I cleaned the kitchen and dealt with my paperwork, I could go check out Ariadne’s sale. I did, and came home with some very nice, very useful yarn. You know what rocks? Not being absolutely-totally-broke. Having some leeway. Being nervous about my upcoming trip to the dentist because I don’t [...]
A few days ago I was joking with Marc-André that I could have a series of books, like the Martine ones, except mine would be Ophélie goes to the yarn shop, Ophélie takes too many courses, Ophélie and the not-good anxiety.
Add another one: Ophélie goes to the gym.
I’ve been doing Ashtanga yoga two or three [...]
“In the gospel according to Émile, there is a parable about a man from Galilee – or maybe it was Verdun.
Anyway, he goes to a store and asks for a bicycle.
The saleswoman says, “I have no bicycles but I could sell you a car.”
He says, “I don’t want a car, I want a bicycle.”
She says, [...]
… the offensive nature of some words in some contexts, this is what was going through my mind, explained much more eloquently than I ever could.