What do you get when you mix original designed scrunchies with saving animals worldwide? You get Ezzy Lynn. An amazing socially minded fashion company started last year by 3 young women entrepreneurs in Toronto, Canada. Being the huge animal lovers we are, their story and business really caught our attention.
They create their scrunchies from repurposed vegan material from local Goodwill outlets in Toronto. But the best part is when you purchase a scrunchie, a portion of the proceeds from the sale will be used to adopt an animal of your choice through the WWF-Canada Species Adoption Program. To date, Ezzy Lynn has adopted a total of 76 animals worldwide!
There are so many scrunchies and animals to choose from which makes it even more difficult to make a decision, (That’s when you have to start thinking of multiple scrunchies!). Each scrunchie represents a different animal and they only make 10 of each scrunchie.
This particular scrunchie that we photographed is in support of adopting a Red Wolf. Red Wolves are in risk of extinction due to the reduction of habitat as a result of increased agricultural land.
I had my 9 year old niece, Larissa, spend the night with us a couple of nights ago. She always wears hair goodies so I knew she would absolutely love the new scrunchie! Natasha and I took her to the park by our house to do an ‘official photo shoot’. It was the perfect hot summer day, at a great (‘happenin’) kids water park which features a huge wall, painted with a fun sea mural on it. Our perfect back drop for Natasha to work her photography magic with our pretty l’il model.
Doesn’t her hair look absolutely adorable with the Red Wolf Scrunchie? We think so!
Click here to visit Ezzy Lynn’s site to browse & shop all of the scrunchies & apparel sets available. Support Canadian fashion while helping to save endangered animals worldwide.
I haven’t written anything about dating lately have I? Well, there’s a very good reason for that. I haven’t been on any dates to talk about. Seriously.
If you’ve been reading our blog then you know the whole back story of my life. Kinda. In a nut shell, I’m a single, divorced, 40 something, career woman now back in the dating scene. Real horror story.
Dating isn’t the easiest thing is it? I mean, it’s all about putting yourself out there. Getting out and involved in things. I just seem to never be in the right place or at the right time. Nor do I have the energy, to tell you the truth. It takes soooo much energy to date. Honestly.
Natasha and I love music and go to as many live shows as possible. A couple of years ago we bought tickets to see a local up and coming Vancouver Indie band (very popular in Canada) that we both love. After the show I ended up liking them on Facebook. At some point later in time I had a friend request sent to me by a couple of the said band members. One of them was particularly interesting to me. You know, in that talented artistic, musician kind of way. (Hmm-hmmm.)
Then through out the next couple of years I’d get invites to various music events via Facebook from said cute band guy-let’s call him, K.
Granted these invitations were sent out mass. Not just to me. To everyone. Whatever.
So everyone on K’s friends list got an invite. But you know how in your mind you kinda blow it up just ever so slightly and over time you’ve adjusted facts and altered your sensibility to suit your own l’il dreamland.
Then the shit you’ve made up almost seems real. In your own little brain.
I would tell Natasha that I got invited to yet another show from K. She would laugh and say, “Mom… everyone on his friends list gets the invite. Not just you!” She’s a real drag like that.
Anyways, this went on. I would get an invite, get all giddy and be like, “Natasha we should actually go to one of his shows downtown sometime for real.” Then we would laugh about it, talk about how crazy that would be. We’d discuss in great detail how we’d go to the show, he would already be playing on stage, he would notice me walking in, our eyes would lock, he smiles at me with a sweet wink…
Then I snap back to reality.
Nat and I laugh and laugh about it. We funny like that.
It became a thing between Natasha and I. We eventually started to refer to K as ‘my boyfriend’. I’d be like, ‘Oh, my boyfriend wants me to come to his show this Saturday.’
Honest to God, if someone were to ever listen to us talking they would think we actually knew K personally and that him and I were an item. We joke, but no one else would know that! So we would continue to play this fun little game each and every single time I would get another invite. Over and over. That shit just never gets old with us.
So last summer Natasha and I had an Event downtown Vancouver for our blog. Earlier that same day I had coincidentally received another show invite from K, my boyfriend, who was playing a show that night downtown. I don’t know if it was something in the air that night that made me suddenly bold, but whatever it was, as we were leaving the Blogging Event I said to Natasha, ‘Tonight’s the night. We still have time to make it to K’s show! And we’re going right now.‘
She initially thought I was joking until I had her looking up the venue’s address on map quest. We were giggling like 2 school girls. “Are we really going to do this?” Ohhh, yeah we are.
It’s a venue we have never even heard of before. Ever. So we make our way over. It’s already dark, but not too late. Natasha reads all of the deets on her cell about the club and bands performing tonight. The information says that tonight is a very special ‘Galaxy Night’.
Galaxy music? We’re 2 huge music lovers but we don’t have a clue what Galaxy music is. What we do know is that K and his musician buddy he’s playing with tonight are amazing artists and I’m still game to go. Bring on the Galaxy!
We’re totally psyching ourselves up for this. Each taking turns giving the other incredible words of encouragement as to all of the fabulous reasons why this is going to be amazing. This must be a sign that we’re downtown for an event and the exact same day he sends an invite to a show. Like what are the chances? It’s completely meant to happen tonight. Right? I mean, it’s blatantly obvious. The stars must be aligned with the universe for this to happen. I’m sure of it. You only live once, so we gotta live it up, take risks… yadda yadda. All of those motivational Deepak Chopra books are coming in especially handy tonight. Really mustering up the courage to be super spontaneous. I prefer to plan to be spontaneous if you know what I mean.
Natasha and I drive up and down the now very dark, light-less street searching for the venue. The GPS is saying it is right here. We pull up to the curb and strain to see any numbers on doors and anything remotely resembling a club/venue. Natasha is back searching online on her cell for more info about this club. It says the Club has a specific symbol on the door, that’s how you’ll know it’s the right door to enter. What the…?
We found the door with the symbol on it. It definitely doesn’t look like a club is behind that door. I put the car in park and we sit there in silence scoping out the area like 2 undercover detectives on a case. Carefully examining who’s coming in or out. Not alot of people around. A couple cars pull up in front and looks like some musicians hopping out of the car. They enter the symbolled door. Natasha and I look at each other. It’s like a secret club. Underground. We’re intrigued.
A few more people arrive and enter the door. We finally decided we came this far, K is going to be playing, there’s no turning back now, what’s the point if we don’t follow through. You always gotta follow through right? We’re no quitters.
Lets. Do. This.
We get out of the car and head for the door. This whole area is a little un-nerving and mysterious. But now we’re too far gone and curiosity has got the best of us at this point. And of course the main motivation pushing us forward is to finally see K play again. That and the probability that he’ll recognize me from the show 2 years ago (fat chance) and we’ll live happily ever after. Obvs.
I open the door and immediately there is a long narrow flight of stairs going up. We can hear people talking. Natasha and I are looking at each other as we proceed to climb the stairway up. We reach the top and it looks like someone’s apartment that has been semi transformed into a mini band rehearsal space with couches and some chairs spread around. There’s a girl waiting there. She gives us half a smile and tells us the ‘club’ fee is by donation which she says is typically $10.
She points us in the direction of where the entertainment area seems to be set up. We quickly choose a couple chairs in the middle of the room amongst a few cozy over sized couches along the sides of the room and a small apartment style bar in the left corner. It’s definitely not like any club I’ve ever seen, but I’m always up for living on the edge. That’s how I roll. (In my mind).
I tell myself that it’s gonna be awesome to see K perform again. We’re completely stoked.
There is literally a hand full of people in the room and it seems all eyes are on us. We get the feeling we were slightly out of place with this crowd. We started to think there was a high chance we’ve crashed someone’s private apartment party but they decided to let us stay and hang out cuz they felt bad for us. Not sure.
Granted our attire choices didn’t exactly blend well into the apparent hipster vibe. We did dress up really quite pretty… remember, for the Blogging Event we had attended earlier. Not quite what we would’ve chosen if we had planned in advance.
Looks something like this… Natasha had her beautiful, typically long flowing hair back in a tight-ish bun/braid (think school teacher vibe) and was sporting a pretty, light & bright elegant purple sweater with sparkles all over it no less. And of course to go right along with that I went all out and chose an awesome retro Le Chateau deep purple blazer (with an added sheen) anndddd shoulder pads. Yes. They’re making a comeback. Trust me. I read it in a magazine. So… yeah, definitely not club attire. We’re out of place.
We didn’t get a drink and no one offered. We didn’t move. We sat almost frozen, like the movie, and waited for K to perform. And we waited, and waited and waited some more. Finally it’s way past 11pm and a guy finally speaks into the mic and introduces a band. But it’s not K’s band.
What. The. Hell.
The opening band before K’s performance finally start playing their instruments. I’m relieved, at least to begin with. Let’s get this show on the road already. It’s difficult to describe to you with any amount of real accuracy the kind of music this assemble of musicians were attempting to play. There was lots of instruments playing at different times, in no particular rhythm or melody.
There was the drummer who basically was using any type of prop he could get his hands on whilst attempting to play the drums with the prop. He rubbed a chain like thingy across the tops of the drums over and over and played a violin rod up and down the side of the drum symbols producing the most incredibly awful sound possible. It was cray. Nothing was played in sync or together to form any acceptable sound. None of it made any sense in the slightest. It just kept going on and on and on. Like it was never going to end. We were confused.
This is what they meant by ‘Galaxy Music’. Ahhhh… Note to self… No More Gallaxy Music! Ever. Please Make It Stop!
The entire friggin time Natasha was struggling to refrain from bursting out loud in laughter as the whole thing struck her something real funny.
Me on the other hand found myself extremely bored and becoming increasingly agitated. I needed it to end already. Natasha and I are huge music lovers but I was silently losing my damn mind.
They were playing like forever. I was continually checking my cell for the time, yawning uncontrollably, squirming in my seat trying to stay awake, realizing it was now 1AM! Wtf?! I was so flippin’ tired and getting to the point where I felt I just couldn’t take it one more minute. I had to work at 8 in the morning and the reality of what the hell am I actually doing here was kicking into high gear!
Finally that music stops. It seems its much too late, my nerves are already shot. I’m annoyed. I’m tired. I’m uncomfortable. I’m dreaming of getting home to bed to try and get what’s left of a good night sleep before work.
What seems like forever went by then K and his band start to play. He’s brilliant and amazing just how I remembered… however after only a couple of songs I was totally spent. I needed sleep and like now. But this party didn’t look like it would be ending anytime soon.
Natasha and I decided we had to quietly figure out a plan for our quick getaway. It was going to be tricky, there is no possible way to escape this club un-noticed. Obviously no matter how we do it, K and everyone else for that matter will see us leaving-mid set. Rude much?!
We basically listened to one more song and agreed to make a run fast walk for it immediately afterwards. I counted to 3 and we got our asses up and out the door.
We could feel all eyes on us whilst walking out. Like how totally rude did we look leaving? I would’ve been staring too! People muttering under their breath as we’re walking by… ‘The nerve leaving when they were just getting started. Can you believe that?’
If K only knew how many times we’ve mentioned his damn name since seeing his band perform a couple of years ago. Or how many times we joked about his Facebook invites to his gigs. That the only reason we were even at this ‘underground’ club in the first place was to see him play. Instead he now thinks we disliked their music and walked out. We sat numb in our seats for hours watching this Galaxy music. Then we get up and leave when the musicians we really had interest in watching finally start playing.
The story of my life. Always at the wrong place or at the wrong time. Sometimes both. Make myself look very uncool and completely uninterested. Totally opposite of my intention.
If K ever reads this (highly F-ing unlikely), Sorry for walking out in the beginning of your show. I’m an idiot. You’re really talented.
So the other day I came out to the kitchen where Nat was and said to her, ‘Hey, just got a Facebook invite from K to his gig next Saturday. We should totally go. I think he definitely still loves me!’
You guys have any crazy crush/dating stories you want to share? Please please share them with us! Everyone has a story and we’d so love to hear them!
We have been dying to introduce our new baby to you guys!
We have a new addition to our family… an 8 month old fur baby kitten. His name is Gatsby. Mr Gatsby. He used to be called ‘Shadow’. We quickly changed that. Like Natasha said, if we’re the ones that are gonna be taking care of this cat for like the next 20 years or so, then we’re gonna call him what we want. Bam!
I agreed. Does he really know his name at 8 months anyway? I mean really? Does he? He’ll learn his new name soon enough cause that’s all we’ve been calling him. ‘Hey Gatsby! Mr Gats! Gatsber! Gatsby The Catsby!’ Treats work wonders. He comes every single time. He’s brilliant I tell ya.
We’ve had him since the beginning of February so we’ve all been doing the ‘bonding’ thing. You know, getting to know one another, and learning his weird ‘cat like’ behaviors. Very peculiar animals aren’t they? We have never had a cat before. Ever. Don’t think I’ve even held a cat in my life.
We lost our beloved 14 year old yorkie-poo dog, Zeusie, a year ago and we were devastated. We knew we weren’t ready to bring home another dog.
So we talked about possibly adopting a cat… someday. Go figure. A cat. We’re totally ‘dog’ people ya know what I mean? We did a lot of talking about it yet never really making any affirmative actions to follow through. Lots of internet searching, talkin’, debating and some more searching. Repeat.
Then, this cat appears in our lives. Needs a home. Next thing you know I am driving home with this cat sitting in his carrier staring at me. We’ve adopted him.
Natasha and I were pretty freaked out when we brought him in the door for the first time. We opened his carrier door and the 3 of us stood there just looking at each other. Him frightened of us and us of him.
It’s been a adjustment for myself, Nicholas (my son) and Natasha. And for little Gatsby too no doubt. It’s been almost 3 months since the cat King has moved in with us and I have to admit, we’re all kinda loving it. We’ve totally fallen in love with this guy for real.
Cats are a strange breed for sure but we’re starting to understand his temperament and personality more and more as the days go by. It doesn’t freak us out as much anymore when he suddenly sprints across the room, jumps from table to table, flies across the window sills etc. I have long since removed the rolls upon rolls of tin foil I had taped to all of my kitchen counters and table. And the baking sheets on the kitchen sink. All the training your cat tips I read online on how to keep your cat off the counters and tables. Uhhh. It doesn’t work folks. Here’s a tip… save your tin foil for cooking.
Mr. Gatsby is like not one bit scared of the tin foil or pans. All that did was inconvenience the 3 of us humans. Now we just lift him down whenever we do see him on the counter tops. Oddly enough he has seemed to learn where he is allowed to sit/perch in order to watch us when we are in the kitchen. Like I said, I think we’re raising a genius cat. Just sayin’.
Mr. Gatsby is full of personality. Big time. He makes us laugh, out loud, constantly. He actually plays Hide n Seek with Natasha. I’m not kidding. When he insists on play time, specifically, Hide n Seek, he will literally hide somewhere and do this most annoying whining which translates to ‘Come find meeee!’ When you find him he literally squeals like a little piggy, does a spin and runs past you encouraging you to chase him. Then if you hide, he goes into cat-like crawl mode and slinks slowly around the corners until he finds you. When he does, we yell Boo! and he can’t stand it. He jumps around like a crazy cat. It’s like the greatest thing since cat nip to him I’m sure.
Cat in a bag. Cat in a box.
This guy loves when we get parcels. Now we leave random boxes and brown package paper scattered around the living room. It’s like a little cat amusement park in our house. We continually recycle the old worn out boxes for brand new freshly delivered ones. He can’t get enough. My house has become a cat play ground… anything for The Great Gatsby. We have become wrapped around his adorable little paws. Awwww.
We never knew just how much fun a cat can be. Seriously. We’re shocked and more than happy we made that choice to bring him into our home and family.
We are lovin’ our new family member and totally encourage anyone considering cat/dog adoption to do so. There are so many animals out there in shelters just waiting to find a forever loving home. As much love that you can bring into the animal’s life, they give it back to you ten fold. They love you unconditionally. Sooo awesome. Added bonus, pets reduce your stress/blood pressure.
You guys have any cat tips you can share with us? Like what about bringing our cat outdoors? On a leash? We have read and talked to so many people about keeping a cat indoors, which we totally get. We want him to be safe, but we also feel guilty when we see him gazing out the windows like he’s in prison. The thought of him NEVER being allowed outside to smell fresh air and grass, well, kinda makes me sad. Any tips from other cat lovers would be sooooo welcome!!
Check out the website for British Columbia SPCA,they have so much information. Even if you can’t adopt a fur baby there are so many other ways to help. Donations, volunteering, sponsoring are just a few of the ways you can lend a hand. Even the littlest things are much appreciated.
Check out the local SPCA where you live! And remember to get your pets spayed/neutered.
This may be the most randomest post ever, (just warning ya now). But we’ve been MIA lately and haven’t been posting nearly as much as we’d like so we wanted to give you guys a little update!
The reason for the lack of posts is because we have been COMPUTERLESS (i know right?! bloggers without a computer – such a nightmare) for almost a month now which makes blogging extremelychallenging… to say the least.
We are currently blogging using 2 Ipads (one full-size & one mini), which makes things just a tad bit harder. The formatting & text in new posts get all screwed up most of the time & editing text takes awhile, but the hardest thing is adding photos. We use a Canon camera, and don’t have a way to get the photos online right now.
Fear not! We are still busy baking new recipes which are all ready to go & will all be posted as soon as we get a new computer to upload & edit them! Until then, we are doing our best to continue to post regularly.
We took some IPhone shots of some recipe sneak peaks below & some other random photos… Check it out!
Mmm, Pumpkin Pancakes.
Who’s tried the new Chocolate Chai Tea Latte at Starbucks? We tried them today… We’re both not a fan!
Checking out chairs at Crate & Barrel.
Amazing Staub Pumpkin Casserole Dish from Crate & Barrel. I’m still dreaming about this! – Natasha
Natasha + Cupcakes = Love.
Picked up fun new bakeware from Michaels! Can’t wait to bake some spooky cupcakes.
To add to the randomness of this post, we are going to end this post with a little MUSIC! (is there really any better way to end a blog post? 😉 )
Laura’s Song Of The Day: The Stand by Mother Mother