Death by Cotton Candy


We live on the second floor of an old Victorian brick house that is divided into suites. Our house is located on a tree lined street, in a mostly Italian/Portuguese neighborhood close to downtown. We moved here last December and I can honestly say this is my favorite place I’ve lived in Toronto. Another thing I love about where we live is our awesome neighbors Kevin & Kim. They’re everything you could hope for in good neighbors. They’re super friendly, are always offering us gourmet food and are just generally cool people to talk to. A couple times this summer we found ourselves just hanging out with them in the backyard drinking wine & eating tasty snacks late into the night.

They also have a daughter my age named Sam. I met her this summer during one of these impromptu backyard hang-out sessions. She’s super sweet and  since the summer we have been staying in touch via our respective blogs

Which brings me to this morning. I was lying in bed with my laptop,  feeling sick as a dog with a cold, when I checked my site and I saw a really sweet comment from Sam

Sam mentioned me in her blog today and dedicated this photo to me.

It’s called “Death By Cotton Candy” by Daniela Edburg.  I LOVE IT. 

(Sam and I don’t know each other that well, but I feel like she gets me!)

 I was feeling so crappy this morning & seeing what she wrote made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I have a general idea of how many people read this blog, however often when I write stuff I still wonder “is anyone actually going to read this?” or “will people actually relate to this?” or worse, “Are people going to think I’m a nut job?”. I think its that “BUELLER? BUELLER?” syndrome that’s inherent to blogging–I know people are reading however often it feels like I am just talking to myself. Anyways, hearing that people actually are connecting with what I’m writing about gives me the motivation to keep sharing my thoughts. 

Thanks Sam, you totally made my day!


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