I am sitting in the cafe again, having forgotten how hot it gets in here and being bundled for the outside weather. I could have forgone the tights with the denim skirt and the tee shirt underneath my thick cotton sweater. I should have worn a summer dress under my big wooly coat but it wasn't warm enough at home for such an outfit. Oh the challenges of my life! It is Family Day, a relatively new statutory holiday in this province. I don't know if the same holiday extends across the country but here it means about half the shops downtown are closed and people not sure what to do on this rainy day have come to the cafe, children in tow, sometimes the grandparents too. I usually don't feel too guilty sitting here taking up a table for a few hours but that might be different today.
I am not only an observer, but a shameless eavesdropper. Insatiable curiosity and interest in daily life makes these snippets of other people's lives endlessly interesting to me. In many ways it is those words and actions that remind me how alike we all our. How we say all of the same things to each other, how our body language, our movements and actions and gestures, tell a story. Although Canada is a very multicultural country my small town is still very white, very middle class, very much a small town culture. Travel to other cultures is not readily available to me. As much as I enjoy being a student of human nature I really only get to study my peers. I am a stay at home amateur anthropologist, but I suspect that there are many aspects of human nature that transcend culture, and perhaps they are even more apparent as the modern world increasingly shrinks.
Right now it feels like the cafe is shrinking. There are three times more people in here than usual when I come on a Monday, all of them shedding damp coats, draping them over the backs of their chairs, adding to the visual bulk in the room. I want to be happy for the cafe owner. It is good to see her business doing well. I am also put out at the invasion of what I think of as my own space. Yes, you can tell I do not live in a city. I am not used to crowds though I don't mind them as much when I have chosen them. This one feels imposed on me. Add the crowd to my being overheated and I am not as relaxed as I might be.
Harry Stiles just walked in. Perhaps the Boy Band is performing in Courtenay on a rainy weekend. Waldo is over in the far corner in case any of you are wondering where Waldo is. If any of my British friends have lost Wally, he is here too. In fact, he probably hitched a ride with Harry. Someone has left behind her purse but a patron pointed it out to the owner and the purse has been rescued. I am feeling rising panic on the purse owners behalf. Where is she? Is she desperately trying to figure out where she has been today? I waited for the crowd at the counter to die down before ordering my sandwich. They have to make me a gluten free one which takes them away from the pre-made sandwiches at the counter. I don't want to make the people in line angry with me. I had a large coffee and a cookie when I arrived, forgetting that I had not eaten lunch and so now I have shaking hands. If I am going to perform well during my scrabble date, I will need some food. I'd take a photo but I am too busy eating my sandwich.
I have already shown you my cafe outfit-two posts ago. Following this logic I will show you a dress I wore about a week ago when I went to dinner with my parents to celebrate their anniversary. It was a bad hair day, and rest assured that after I took theses photos I fixed the hair as much as possible.
This is a dress over a skirt and I think there is a tee shirt layered under it too. The dress features velvet and embroidery, two of my favourite things and both the skirt and dress are thrifted. The bag was made by me ex-mother-in-law and the boots are a Christmas gift. I added a navy cardigan with some fringe, which you can't really see in this photo, and had several fringe accidents. The fringe is in loops, which I had better cut. I constantly caught the loops on things and got myself tangled. I required rescuing a few times. Thanks very much to my lovely son for that! We had a very nice pub dinner and then I came home around eight pm and crashed into bed.