I decided to get some time out of the city for the unofficial end of Summer long-weekend. With the stress of the Fall issue, and the hectic TIFF schedule followed by my 25th champagne birthday and then Fashion Week, I needed some preemptive R&R (you would imagine all those things are loads of fun, and who needs to rest from those events, but you would be wrong; there are elements that are a lot of fun, but for the most part they are exhausting, frantic and completely manic for a self-prescribed computer nerd like me.).
I went up to Muskoka for the long-weekend and spent a lot of time sitting, reading, walking and playing board games. There is a new resort in Port Carling, and it is simply bea-u-ti-ful. Here are some pics of the weekend.
We played A LOT of Bananagrams. Get thee to a game store and get this addictive game!
These flowers were absolutely everywhere. I do not claim to be an amazing photographer by the way. I do what I can, and perhaps every once in a while I have to suffer you with lame photos of lawn chairs and shadows, and baby’s feet in the sand… I try, but sometimes I fall into a cliche.
Quick fashion moment:
My Michael Kors gladiator sandals from countless seasons ago. I can’t live without them. They are perfect for lazing around in and I wore them around the pool whenever there was sun. I just got my toes done in a Spring/Summer 2010 Essie colour. It might be Lapis of Luxury, I’m not 100% certain.
On the way up to Muskoka, and all over the resort, are rock formations left by other visitors. I made one too:
My beautiful little cousin Danielle in the rocks. She is 11 and wearing last years Chanel eye glasses that she has turned into transition lenses so that they are mostly sunglasses in her sun-drenched homeland of California:
The back of the resort, the balconies look out over the lake.
The opposite view:
More of the scenery; the fall winds have arrived:
Every Canadians favorite Summer pastime, canoeing. The wind was so strong this weekend that my canoe was being pushed farther and farther out, regardless of how hard we paddled. It took all the effort in the world just to keep the canoe from tipping. It did tip in the end, during a rescue mission, in which a sea-do came out to save us from being permanently beached on another cottages property. Mortifying for native Canadians.
Here is a shot of that fiasco. I know the lake doesn’t look rough, but I swear, it was practically a squall out there.
Ahh, the dock.
Dinner was interrupted by rain:
But we moved to a table inside and had the most delicious potato/leek soup to warm up:
I close on a mushy note. Love in the afternoon, haha:
xoxo
Amanda