A Tire Swing Story is a bite-sized "imagining" inspired by an object I discover while wandering. It could be a curbside trash gem or a message sprayed on a wall. A lost mitten, or an antique store find. Anything goes. I photograph the object and post them together, the story and its inspiration. There will be a new story every Monday and Wednesday. On Fridays, I'll discuss writing, life, love, and coffee. (In no particular order and maybe all at once.)

Friday, June 29, 2012

Casual Fridays: If you can't be with the one you love

Hi guys. It's Britt. 
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.
So what's the deal? Why am I living in the big smoke?

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. 
xo Britt 

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