Our weekend..

This weekend we cleared out our schedule and only made plan with each other. We had a go with the flow kind of mind frame and gorgeous weather on our side. Our first stop garage sale record shopping!  Oh, yes he could have spent hours going through all the records for sale on that yard and we almost did, but I had a date with a vintage sale! We left with our newly acquired records and a very cute antique radio and headed to the other end of the city. I was expecting a large crowd, elbows ready to fly, come on two dollar vintage sale is almost too go to be true! After walking around the warehouse and up three flights of stairs we were greeted by two ladies running the place...and no one else. It was like a vintage dream come true, I didn't even know where to start! 

While rummaging through the clothes we noticed something strange all the clothes there ranged from the same three sizes, as well the shoes were all sizes 5-6. We chatted with the ladies who were running the place that told us all the clothes, shoes and accessories were owned by the same women. This women kept almost every article of clothing purchased from 1960's to when she passed away, even stranger a majority of the clothes were never worn, with the original tags. This women even hand wrote on some of the tags the year that she purchased the garment and little notes like "need to slim down to wear this dress" or "for Christmas 77".  It's like we were looking at this women's whole life through the clothing she owned and cherished.  I immediately wanted to know everything about her... where she lived, her life story, why she held on to everything, how big was her closet? The nice ladies didn't have any information on her, the clothes were purchased during an estate sale through one of their friends. 
So off I went with a portion of this women's wardrobe history in my hands. 


Well after all that shopping we needed some fuel.. 
Stockyards may give you a heart attack but it was too good to care. 

The next day we biked down to ferry headed to Toronto island, we soon realized that hundreds of people had the exact same idea as us.

The line up would have taken a hour at least and as romantic as waiting in line like cattle is we decided to take the water taxi instead. 

The Toronto island is a wonderful place we biked around, went swimming and checked out some of the cutest Toronto homes. My dream to one day move into one of these adorable homes, an idea that's much easier said than done as in order to even be considered your name is entered into a lottery drawn once a year, they select 15- 25 people who are put into a waiting list.  With only 250 cottages on the island my chances are slim. 

A girl can still dream though.. 

I had the best weekend with a certain someone and can't wait for many more.

xoxoxoxo.