PEI STYLE

Hello everyone!

Kinda put together a Punky Beach Brewster look yesterday with maybe a bit of Michelle Tanner. Have to wash my hair today it’s at that point eek.

Stay fit, limber and agile. You’ll regret it if you don’t. My body is sore from doing TWO cartwheels so there you go.

Welcome to my adventures on Prince Edward Island. Yes I am getting lobster fat. When in Rome bro. BTW it’s pretty gorgeous everywhere you look here. I die. I could do a dedicated church blog post, alone.

This beach took my breath away yesterday. Got pretty giddy. We didn’t bring anything to eat or drink we just nosed around, threw rocks, took pics. Wished had been there all day and today it’s overcast but warm so I dunno where the sun went that’s pretty lame.

We’ve had a pretty jokey time, neither of us want to kill the other yet so that’s great to report. There was a moment on our way here from Charlottetown though but we got through. Success!

Update: he dumped my coffee I saved for today so I want to kill him now.

I overpacked. Shocker.

Realising we have no signal here which is kinda great actually. I took an extra shirt with me to rub in the red clay to tie-dye it but we didn’t get around to that we were too happy doing nothing instead.

A great point in vacationing is capturing the experience and getting portraits of oneself in a new setting with great scenery. No one finds mirror selfies as exciting no matter how many we take.

Trevor’s mom should be very house proud. Lots of whimsical decor pieces on fleek.

These shares aren’t in chronological order because I’m going backward through flickr. The wifi is very slow here so we will see how much I can get through before I “snap”.

My view at dinner. Better pics on my camera I’ll share when I get home.

Settled on this casual look for supper. I was thinking ball gown and was swiftly steered clear of that notion. We were playing a loud and funny game of name a kitchn utensil/cooking implement-something and every time we’d laugh this old guy would stare at us from the corner of his eye like all startled but too shy to give in and I’d smile at him. I wish the world could be as unhinged as we were last night it’s just good to relax and enjoy the moment. I find sometimes I’m so stressed I can’t enjoy the enjoyable things I do and be at peace and I hate that. Unlock the zen master within if you can that’s all I’m saying.

Put some zen hours in yesterday before the beach while Trevor slept. Reminded me of my times in Thunder Bay. I’ve probably said, “one time in Thunder Bay” A million times now. “Oh, this reminds me…of a story about Thunder Bay.” hahaa.

It’s time to add more blond to my hair and exercise to my regime I can’t just rely on mbating and sex to tone this temple can you diggit. Speaking of I lied to trev that a farmer and I had a roll in the hay from the grass that got in my hair from this tan sesh and he kinda believed it haha asshole yeah right! I did make eye contact with a hot tractor boy the day we got here though…

Mighty lobster feast! omg a sale at leon’s *squeals*.

Mmm. I also smell bacon IRL right now. I am eating nothing but salads and veg after this trip.

A military plane overhead us while we had road burgers and spoke to the chattiest newf ever he was so nice!

Just be quiet now.

Charlottetown is a fun little place too. I approve.

Trevor thought he was tired. Oh, is that what you thought buddy? I don’t think so.

Charlottetown hasn’t been the same since.

The flight was pretty decent too. No complaints really at all if you can believe it.

I will miss this place!

I did some exercises on this log until we got in a fight about how abs are made in the kitchen. Uh explain 6-packs then I don’t think so.

To be continued! Have a great weekend.

Chronicles of Raymi Laureniana

Can you make out my chicken scratch here? Yes you can and, you will.

On with the show then. I just perused the 43 shots I’ve chosen for this round and went meh. Ha what an a-hole. Man I am blog rusty. I thought about trying something new with this post and writing it all out loftily as I would a journal entry which is mostly a means of a practice fantasy novel I will never make time to finish.

Crypticly, old style like, I watched you work the yard, angry I had stayed.. I missed my flight, but now there was time to sit in the last patch of sun and watch on while a record played.

Are you guys into that?

There are way too many talented people in New Orleans. It is great. Many muses. I’d say if I had a sort of people they would be my sort of people. I will refrain from talking anything but like a novel from here on out.



Walking in a sloppy daydream along an Oliver Twistish street to brunch on a sunny humid Saturday afternoon after a devilishly late night – into a place where they’re singing right to your table and you can’t even taste the booze in your drink.

It’s hard to write in this vein when the story doesn’t correspond to the image because my mind is trying to go to what I was actually thinking and feeling at the time of this photo, but I can’t tell you that shit now can I. One because I can’t remember and two because it’s not important and three shhhh.

No more writing restraints I’m going to say what I want about what I want, how I want. Which is pretty much exactly how I live day to day life anyway. Well I’m not that bad (except for everyone who knows me is nodding their heads). Hey I will have you know that I am well liked! Yelling makes it so!



Random fragments seep back in both surreal and painted in longing for that short intense moment gone before absorbed.



Everything reminds you of a better something else.

Sitting on pins, on rocketships.

It’s a place to get lost in.

And many friends along the way.

AIRPORT SEGUE!

Go to Yuki if you want the funnest sushi-sake bar/music experience ever, you won’t be at all upset! I went twice. The second time was as a bunny.

When you go out feeling delicate and have that is tonight really going to happen feeling. It’s a mixture of self-alarm tinged with a make it happen pep talk to self.

Luckily these places dot the journey along the way. I was looking for sandals because the zipper of one of mine kept popping open but I was able to take it off by side straps and re-zip at will, no hassle.

Tuckered now. Guessin’ this is going to be a three-parter.

Have a wonderful night.

xo Raymbo.

this speaks to my heart

My static blog was keeeeeling me. Plus, I have a couple things to do that I “can’t” from winding down after work so one hand blames the other. I feel like if I personal blog, me-blog, like “I’m in trubs” because I did something but not the priority things. But maybe I need to personal blog to open up the creative flood gates and make way for the to do. Which I can’t quit whining about. I think after jet lag then confronting post vacay blues, emo acceptance and thrust into moving stress as well as back to work getting into the groove of (which am happy to report: all is good there) I needed to just, do those things. Period.

I uploaded 500 photos from abroad like a mad man and it’s starting to give me Obsessive Compulsive Disorder anxiety and worry “I will forget” #neverforget.

So here are photos from my last night, in Germany, the night before I left. My last supper. At a Deutschland potato place. Don’t get me started on the food. It’s really good, I will just leave it at that. BORINGLY that. Hee.

Imagine Yogurt with a J. It is real. Jogurt. It’s cute.

Hispanic prawn what? This is english provided menu, thank god. Reading German is like reading a made-up cartoon language on the care bears. I dunno. I know that’s really ignorant, but words are just SO LONG.

I had Fanta vodka. YOLO

Those are good signs for British people.

You’re kidding me. Love it.

The tables were covered in papers, so many menus, we were sitting in wooden church pew-like booths and everything had that old classic look and feel to it. Authentasia.

The outside. We ran around lost for a long time getting colder and colder and finally I made us ask someone and then we found this place. It’s like finding a giganticer Yorkville, Distillery, Old Mtl, etc. BUT real deal Germania.

And you don’t understand a thing.

A yuppie told us to go here. His kinda place. Okaaay. linen service place. I guess it’s a compliment. It had more of a work drinks vibe to it.

Cuckoo clock shit like this everywhere. My favourite.

A lone man smoking here, I doubled back and took a photo of the lemons, the moment.

That’s the man there. Each tiny place was cookie cutter Paddington bear set in nature.

Like seriously.

Took quite a bit to settle/decide on where to eat. This was a cafe that boasted, like, Timothys, but was really a restaurant, a proper one. I’m not a picky eater anymore, just selector. Because I hate being settled then realizing you’re in a hole or their menu is ridiculous. Food snob all the way forever more and nothing but. Deal with it.

Forgot to bring smokes, bf had to buy some here. They have cigarette machines everywhere here in abundance like the 70’s. 80’s. Super time warp.

Sure. A spot light behind a terra cotta Jesus’ biblical times water vase, cliche whatever have fun.

Okay that is good. It’s so nice there.

Lots of Gothic black roofs. It’s their thing. You can tell by the stripe in their flag.

Moving over to Holland, I discovered this particular favoured way of marketing this particular feature film. #interesting. and #goodluckwiththat does it work?

Speaking of Germany, had just gotten back from there this evening.

I left this coat for sister. She doesn’t know that yet.

What I had for Linner in Germany. I thought I ordered something more mexican but received gyro Greek. Okay then. I still love this place.

Huge burgers if Big Macs were flat and round like massive saucers.

Catching up on my local fashion cultures.

This was before NYE, we were like hmm what to do/want to do that but we are old. Still it was fun and exciting. I’m a big fan of “before” anticipation. I’m sure you love a pre-game too.

Classic retro repro posters hang everywhere, mirrors so you can spy on everything and person. We came in during a Vanilla sky sunset. Can’t forget the magic of Christmas ornaments donning everything everywhere.

That’s a festival bracelet. Tiny bolts are on the other side, stacked.

He explained this one to me but I forget. Go for it.

Dick Tracy lights.

Sith Lord what.

Jesus. Ballin’. I always do a good 2 avocados a week from the couch. Rock salt and lime guy.

My last Friday in Holland, went for a Fridate bender and that’s my beloved tree in the back yard and it was misting. Then my hat fell in a puddle. Hehaha.

:(

Baha don’t ask. Bottom left is what gingerale looks like over there and it’s hard to find but has since been easier or they order more at our grocery store finally.

This is back in Holland now.

Yep I look stupid it is not just your imagination but maybe no game is my game.

I love this part of Holland.

I am tired now/need to move along. To be continued. Oh, I’m up for a travel category blog award now as well as life time achievement and life. ZZzz bye!

The blog must go on

Lets begin again somewhere in the middle.

Hi Liz!

She painted this shoe it’s on her twitter header @artwaif. One of the many highlights of reading her blog was when she went to Burning Man and seeing her preparations for that. Girl crafts, yo. Hoola hoops, glitter, paint, etc. OKAY BACk TO ME NOW.

I got to be a hand model for work did I tell you? Always keeping those bad boys in check.

A few days before NYE.

Raymi Lauren.

Amazing. I was jealous. So much is going on with this burger. A pineapple? WTF I would throw that off. The smokey burger plus the warm tandoori creamy sauce blew my mind, and it’s open face and messy as hell. He ordered it.

I had a tosti and because the spicy-peppery thinly sliced salami was charcuterie-level and the sandwich was pressed thin, I wasn’t jealous of his lunch for very long. I try to eat super light if at all in the day since we gorge all night long.

These stairs are daring. The side at the right is so thin it’s like walking on a ledge, you must pay attention to your feet at all times it’s like a paper fan, hard to convey go see for yourself. I am a recovering foot injured person, falling is a new paranoia added to my list of hypochondria. Fact: I am accident-prone.

I call this: Elitist PR girl porn.

I call this: Desperate housewife.

Dutch bathroom time. Futuristic retro and Japan-like. Sidenote: I have never been to Japan but I have a Hello Kitty complex.

Efficient. Very common typical and the button on the wall too. I love toilets here because they are huge and you can fill it up with all the tp you want. I’m sorry but I make mountains.

AHHH see.

Swoon.

Stuff like this inspires me forever. It’s like dopamine looking at and romanticizing surroundings you escape to in your dreams.

I love you. I love Eu. I love Europe.

Oh you know just a house castle just around the corner.

It was a lovely day. I really love this house. This style, it screams English cottage. His mom was just here and gave me some bg info on Holland, it is largely French inspired actually and Napoleon had his fingers all over it. His brother was the King and lived in this palace in Amsterdam btw. Then all of his siblings became a queen or a king. What a crazy time that would have been.

Good timing on this film. Football hooligans.

End of year errands were done in the evening. They call New year’s eve-eve Old year. It’s confusing hearing people talk sometimes, their expressions are amusing. On NYE I could not for the life of me think of ONE example of an English expression (two birds one stone for example) but now they’ve all come flooding in. I said that the Dutch speak in riddle all the time “expressions” and they said no they do not. I dunno, whatever it keeps you on your toes.

Then he got a haircut.

I bought perfume (it’s really weak) and this bottle is almost empty.

This was hangover from NYE, the morning after old year. Aardappelschotel – holland potatoes with German ham. Fried eggs over them. Was good and filling, I didn’t eat too much.

A chick I work with hooked me up with a bunch of jerk spice marinades. She gets me. We marinated these legs for three days, we ate one batch but knew we would be hung after new year’s eve. Planning in advance is key to party.

I don’t know if I blogged this. Look how bossy I look. She’s trying to plug her ear from the firework explosions the men were setting off right outside. God that was an experience alright.

Left these here in the spring and I don’t think I even wore them once. Canada infiltrating yeah!

Dressing the part for the sojourn to Germany.

The tree is gone now.

If I ever sell bibles I will keep this outfit in mind.

Trying to remember if you have blogged an instagram photo before or not is tough. I try to be thorough, it is annoying. I am just trying to be a better blogger. Isn’t that cute and virtuous? If anything, this creation is a gift to myself to preserve all of the awesome I ever did and loved.

We have talked about this one before. I was surprised how small it was. Van Gogh is the one who cut off his ear. What a weirdo. I draw the line well before self mutilation.

I’m going to go eat a handful of that meat right now and press publish because It’s time to stretch these legs and straighten this hunch. Have a great I can’t believe that it’s Friday. RLW.