I have this idea that seasons are like swimming back and forth between the sides of the pool. On one side you have the brightest day of summer, and on the other side you have the darkest night of winter. Everything else is just traveling to and from those days. Seasons, if you will. They are never still, they are never permanent, and you usually end up at the other side of the pool before you know it.
This year without even trying or meaning to, Justen and I spent quite a few Saturdays perusing the Vancouver Farmer’s Market. We stop at Compass Coffee and then wander through the booths, stopping to try all the samples.
and before we knew it… it was the last weekend of the Farmer’s Market for the season. At least I got a coconut tart, pumpkin spice kettle corn and ALLLL the samples out of it.
Shoes: Mudd (similar) / Jeans: Forever 21 (here)
Shirt: Old Navy (similar) / Vest: Old Navy (similar)
Purse: Kate Spade (here)
Saturdays feel so empty all of a sudden and I’m already waiting the first day of our next Farmer’s Market. Maybe by then I’ll be some culinary master and will actually buy vegetables and stuff, not just popcorn and treats from the bakery. Doubtful but a lot can happen until then.
