I was a mere baby of 21 when I arrived at Union Station with a touch under $600, a cat that hadn't peed in 27 hours, and no place to live. Grand images of living in a big weird city sustained me. I dreamed of a city that would receive my dream of wearing a giraffe print skirt. Toronto crushed me fast. Oh so bland and grey this city is.
Rare are my feelings of betrayal. However, I felt like a triple-crossed Shakespearian heroine the day the Dollarama jacked their prices to $1.25, $1.50, and $2. Dollarama Plus they called it. Judas kiss I called it.
But I still can't resist.
Pointy Buddha: $1.25 at Dollarama
Fat Buddha: $1.50 at Dollarama
Iron Buddha: Souvenir (therefore price is no object)
And so you've reached the end of my scheduled posts. The dirty secret is that I've been in Japan and I'm just about to head to Hawaii. Okay, it's not a dirty secret because I've been yapping about it non-stop for three months. However, despite my best pre-blog efforts I must leave you with a 10 day electronic silence. Perhaps longer if Hawaii treats me too well . . .
In the meantime, go visit Laura and Emily and they can help you out with Christmas shopping.
Now who on Earth would leave these two pretty birds locked in a rusty tin can just 'cause their tails were broken into four pieces? I almost pulled a CSI:NY and hunted the perps down in 48 minutes or less.