Nostalgia

Got a bit nostalgic last night when I came across this post on the For Me, For You by Kate Miss blog about the grown-up sleepover she and eight of her girlfriends held over the summer.

How great was the sleepover age?? Re-watching favorite movies for the up-teenth time while stuffing your face with all kinds of candy, gossiping about boys and who-was-going-to-ask-who to the next dance. We would cut pictures we loved out of magazines and make scrap-books we were convinced we would keep forever. 

Kate is spot on about one thing in particular: the music. Remember making mix tapes?? Yes…tapes! This required sitting an inch in front of your stereo set and pressing the record button whenever you heard a song come on – ultimately resulting in your missing the first 3 seconds of each song. But it didn’t matter. You would play them on repeat. And then when your friends started to get their drivers’ licenses, you would listen to them together while driving around town… on repeat.

This one was probably my favorite. To this day can sing every word of it at the top of my lungs. {I know this because I tried it again last night…}

For more teenage memories, you can listen to the rest of Kate’s sleepover soundtrack here.

Image found here. 

Definition of a good day

good  adj. bet·ter (btr), best (bst) 1. Being positive or desirable in nature; not bad or poor.

day n. 1. The period of light between dawn and nightfall; the interval from sunrise to sunset.

Use it in a sentence: Just when you think you are going to tear your hair out from your lack of sixteen able hands to get through your to-do list, your boyfriend brings you some flowers and you realise it is actually a good day.

 

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A Brunch Affair

I am a sucker for fun, retro graphics like the above. So after a Saturday spent sleeping and trying to get over a horrible cold, I ventured out to catch up with an old high school friend at “The Brunch Affaire” – a cool brunch/artisans fair thrown together for two days in an old hardware shop or “quincallierie” on a quiet street in Brussels. Walking up to the venue, it felt like we were walking into the wrong place, but once we opened the door, the mix of the old steel and brick building with the color and great design of the goods on sale drew us in.