I've always had a love-hate relationship with Toronto. Truth be told, I'm not much of a city girl. I prefer small, nowhere towns and big open spaces. Mountains make me giddy and being near the ocean is cause for crazy dancing. I know eventually I'll make my home in a little cabin somewhere off the beaten path.
|Me and my BFF by the ocean doing some bad ass crazy-dancing.|
The answer to that question changes all the time.
A few months ago, I wrote a tire swing story inspired by a pole that was covered in a kind of knit cozy. Then the other morning, I was out for a walk in my Parkdale neighborhood and I found more of them.
These brightly colored cozies filled me with a huge rush of love for my crazy neighborhood and for Toronto, this big, messy, maddening, wonderful city.
So there you go. I live here because people knit sweaters for the poles.
Love the one you're with this weekend, story-makers. See you back here on Monday.