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Falling Into Fall

The sun is shining on this fabulous Saturday morning, but it's no beach day. I have spent my morning under a quilt, sipping on coffee and watching Breaking Bad with G. We had a lovely little breakfast and I've been browsing through a Pinterest board that is polluted with fall inspired crafts, outfits, recipes and decor. I love, love, love it.

This time of year is my favorite. As summer slowly turns into fall, I become so inspired. I make it my mission to settle into the new season with lots of things to do while enjoying the comfort of my home. We have to use our imagination around here because as the warm weather goes away, so does our social life. This is when I like to dive head first into scrapbooking, meal planning, reading, writing and of course, an exciting new television series or five.
Like everyone else, I like to fall into fall with a few goals in mind...
I absolutely love the switch from quick and easy meals, to meals that are hearty and comforting. Goodbye BBQ ho…

The time I got a phone call from a famous actor...

It was during the Toronto International Film Festival. I was sitting at work and my phone rings. I answer.
 A familiar voice with a strong British accent asks, "Would this be Rachel?" Oh, by the way you need to read this conversation with your best accent. Except my parts, of course. Unless you're already British, then you can read my parts in your best Canadian accent...
"Yes, this is Rachel... Who is this?"
"Well. This is Bill."
"Okay... Hi Bill..."
"I just met your father, he says you're a fan of my films."
I laughed nervously, "Okay..."
"I told him to ring you up on the tele and I'd say hello. It's Bill." "Okay... Hi Bill... I'm not quite sure if I..."
Confused, I stopped to think, but he quickly chimed in with something along the lines of...
"Bloody hell you either know me or your father is rather dodgy now isn't he?"
And then it occurred to me that I was actually spea…

Goodbye August...

All summer long, because of the intense heat upstairs, G and I slept in the guest room downstairs. Rarely with anything more than a sheet covering us and always with the window open, we'd fall asleep to the sounds of howling coyotes and thunder storms. In our upstairs bedroom we only have doors that lead to a deck and we lazy people never looked into putting screens on them to keep the bugs out, so instead, we'd move out in the summer so not to die with heat every single night. Maybe one of these years we'll get screens on those doors or better yet, and air conditioner.

This morning however, unlike the warm mornings we'd be having, I woke to the sound of rain against the window and a chill across my face. It was dark, the room was damp, and the breeze was not the summer breeze I welcomed in for the last few months. It was enough to push me out of bed because one thin sheet was no longer cutting it.

I began walking up the stairs with every intention of getting ready fo…