We used to go to Value Village almost every weekend. The bus ride to East Hastings is a freak show of lost souls, cokeheads, heroin addicts and prostitutes. But the store is goldmine of used clothing. There we would fill our carts with used t-shirts, handbags and shoes. We would stock up on pieces that we could take home and transform into our own with a needle and thread.
When we went to Hawaii together, we explored all of Waikiki, seduced most of the men, and decided we would return some day to open our own clothing store. This thought still keeps my heart beating.
We've done a lot together. We've walked arm in arm through Amsterdam, often with a bottle of wine and a supply of chocolate. We wandered down every street, saw a live sex show, tried one of their famous cafes, and swooned over the endless shoe stores. We travelled through Spain with my dad, tasting every tapa and swimming in the sea at night. We barbecued sardines in the South of France, and ran along the hilly country roads on the hottest summer days.
In grade 12 we would wake early and go hiking in the woods before class, or swimming in the icy water of the Pacific ocean. At night we were running side by side on the sea wall, whether it was raining or not, pushing our bodies and supporting each other.
We lived at each others houses and spent half our time experimenting with clothes, and the other half with cooking.
She is always inspiring me. She encourages my creativity, my style, and my hunger for life. When I want to keep walking she wants to stop and talk to people, find out who they are, what they're doing and what's going on. Her curiosity takes her in every direction.
Today, she is more successful than ever in her sewing adventures, selling her clothes worldwide through her website, and catching the eye of any fashionista looking for something different.
I deeply admire this woman with dark brown eyes, long eyelashes and a killer sense of style.
Happy Birthday beautiful, thanks for all the memories and colour you've added to my life.