Thursday, August 30, 2012

Bread and Salt and New Beginnings

Our family has a gift tradition that never varies when someone is moving into a new home - bread and salt.  Two of the most humble items in any home and they're given with the following wishes.  Bread, so that you'll never go hungry and salt, so that your life will always have flavour.
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I thought that this was a tradition throughout European countries, but after talking to one of my Italian friends, it seems that it's related to Central Europeans.  Twenty-two years ago, after my marriage had ended and it was time to move out of my parents' place after five months, when I rented my own first place my best friend came with these gifts and a rechargable screwdriver.  Hey, that's how the two of us roll. ;)  I know I took bread and salt to Megan's first shared apartment in the west end of Toronto, along with lots of other groceries.
Bread and salt came with us down the highway to Waterloo on Monday to Sarah's first place.  She stuck it out, living at home throughout her undergrad degree, and will now have a great place to live and work on her postgrad studies.  It's a new beginning for both of us.  We tried to give each other as much space as possible - okay, moms don't always do it, but we TRY - and I think the good times outweighed the bad.  I'm going to miss our crazy routines - eating ice cream while we watched The Biggest Loser (seriously), our guilty pleasures watching and snarking on lots of the Housewives series, doing the "Ed Grimley" dance when we were both overtired (this has to be seen to be believed), sharing our mutual OCD about how things "have to" be organized around the house and more things that I can think of right now.
Life and changes will continue to happen - that's reality.  As much as I'm going to miss my baby, it's time for her to fly.  So I'm doing what I always do when changes happen - I rearrange things, paint rooms, make plans with my friends and yes, get organized for that next trip down the 401 to Waterloo.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Keep Calm and Have a Cupcake

It's been a crazy summer this year and it's not just because of the insane heat, which I can't stand.  Between Sarah's imminent move and wedding dress shopping with Megan last Saturday, I also got the news that my entire roof needs to be replaced.  That shock took a good week to get over - it's mind boggling how much a roof costs, but mine will be replaced right down to the plywood and I'll have new waterproofing installed that this house has never seen..

For my birthday this year, my co-worker and friend, sister-in-snark and amazing baker buddy Teresa gave me this gift bag.  I told her it's never leaving the house or being regifted, plus I decided it's the perfect mantra for the upcoming year...

I liked it so much that I bought a matching journal from Indigo to carry around with me.  All I need to do this week is call the roofer on Tuesday and tell him he's got the job and hopefully get in some baking time for Duncan's birthday on Friday.