All the Hurry and Wait

I spent the majority of my time this past holiday weekend reading real-crime murder mysteries and drinking white wine spritzers on the lounge chair below...
Yesterday a sense of normalcy returned to my life, what with being back in the city. It is unfair to refer to yesterday as 'normal' though, because it was so much better than what 'normalcy' indicates. Copious amounts of sangria, obtaining some impressive Primal Scream acetate and last, but definitely not least, not having to go to work all contributed in a significant way to one of the loveliest Mondays I've experienced in recent history.
G and I caught up with the charming, entertaining and just generally awesome LJ of (the equally awesome) NoGoodForMe and much photographed fun was had everywhere from Kensington Market to the Annex to downtown yuppie pubs. As such, my cowboy boots have finally made their debut appearance onto Modern Guilt - unreasonable walking shoes were simply out of the question yesterday, and these boots are a long standing favourite for pretty much any casual activity you can dream up (I am going to resist the glaringly obvious and painstakingly cheesy Nancy Sinatra reference I could make here.)
Life is back to normal today, but it's the good kind of normal that comes from having an enjoyable and diverse weekend combined with an adequate amount of sleep. I have many things to plan and figure out over the next few days, and as a result I may have some extraordinarily exciting news to be sharing very soon...
Wearing
Top: Chinatown
Leggings: Aritzia
Boots: vintage, from a friend's mom's youth
Jewelry: Everything from candy machine dispenser junk to vintage family heirlooms

On LJ: I know that the shoes are Vans and that the t-shirt is vintage, but the shortalls are still a mystery to me. That being said, I'm kind of obsessed with them.