I’m going bestow upon you a wonderful collection of music which will (hopefully) add some sparkle to what is often considered the most drab day of the week. 

Cheer up, buttercups! Something awesome is coming your way.

♥ Ronne x

P.S. Feel free to make some requests! 

Why is Zooey Deschanel just the cutest thing ever?

“In an ideal world no one would talk before 10 a.m. People would just hug, because waking up is really hard.” - Zooey Deschanel

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Hello again, lovelies. 

I haven’t blogged in the longest time (far too long) but it’s only because I’ve been super busy with an internship at this great place called BetaKit. I’ve forayed into the world of tech news and startups and I have to say that I’ve thoroughly been enjoying it. (To take a look at some of my articles click right here! x)

But that’s not why I’m here today. I’m here because it’s TANTRUM THURSDAY and I haven’t had a tantrum in far too long. It’s therapeutic, I promise you. 

A few weeks ago I ran into someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. The usual pleasantries were exchanged.

Her: “OMG! Hi, I haven’t seen you in SOOO long. How ARE you?!?!” 
Me: “I know right?! I’m great, how are things with you?”
Her: “I’m good. Super busy. I’m so swamped at work. BlahBlahBlah.”
Me: “Me too. But it’s been good. Well, I’ve gotta run. It was nice seeing you!”
Her: “Likewise! We should hang out some time!”
Me: *Confused face*Awkward pause* “… Sure! Call me.”
Her: “OK, I’ll call you next week and we’ll do lunch!” 

We parted ways. That phone call was never made. 

Ladies and gentleman … there you have it. The dreaded, “We should hang out.”

Now I know I run the risk of sounding antisocial by expressing annoyance by the phrase “we should hang out” but I promise you I have a logical explanation. My philosophy is that if you really want to hang out with someone then you wouldn’t wait until you accidentally run into them express that desire. If you really and truly wanted to then you would have made the effort. 

This is what I’d love: for people to stop feeling obligated to say, “We should hang out.” Just because you ran into me doesn’t mean you have to say it. We could both just enjoy the moment of seeing each other and catching up for those minutes and move on with our lives. While I’m sure you feel it’s “the polite thing to do” you have to realize that it can come off as fake. So please do me a favour, the next time you run into someone and you don’t really want to hang out with them in your deepest heart of hearts … just don’t say it. Save your breath. Leave it at, “It was nice seeing you!” and move on with your day. You don’t even have to feel guilty about the decision. 

P.S. That’s not to say that it’s not always genuine - loads of people have actually had some good re-connections based on run-ins … I’m just saying that more often than not it isn’t. 

Pastels are making a hot comeback this season and Chictopians are making a statement in their most fab light pinks blues and purples. 

x Ronne

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Hello beauties!

It’s been a while since the last “Girl, yes he did” series and I do apologize! I know it seems that I’m forever apologizing but trust that there’s a good reason that I’ve been so busy and neglecting you. *Besos*

With this week’s “Girl, yes he did” we introduce Mickey Blue Eyes. Who really did have the prettiest pair blue eyes we ever did see. *Swoon*

Mickey and I met through a mutual friend. She assured me that he was smart, funny, adorable, educated AND employed and an all-round good guy. I was more than happy to take Mickey out for a night on the town since it was summer and I was dating up a storm.

We began out short-lived romance with text messages and phone calls. When we first began our correspondence he was just getting over a cold (Is there anything worse than a cold in the summer?! I think not) but was amazingly not a big baby about it. He maintained his sense of humour and had me laughing for hours. We didn’t really have a lot in common but there were enough similarities to keep each party interested.

After exchanging a few photos we decided that there could also be the possibility of some physical chemistry between the two of us and arranged a first date. The day came and I was not ready. I was actually spending time with another potential beau (another story for another time, ma Cherie ;)) but Mickey didn’t need all those details. I called him to cancel (no answer) so I sent our bright-eyed friend a text message letting him know that I would be unable to make it. No answer. I decided not to worry about it too much. I was having a blast where I was anyway.

The next day I called Mickey to apologize and arrange another date and he assured me that he appreciated the effort and happily set up a new day and time.

We were to meet at Yonge and Dundas at 6:30 p.m. on Wednesday. No problem. I washed my hair, applied some summery makeup and threw on some light-washed jeans, a cute white crop top and my favourite summer sandals. Grabbed a clutch and I was out the door.

When I made it to the Eaton’s centre I ran into some old friends and socialized for a bit. Mickey was running late but since I cancelled our first date I decided not to hold it against him. After my friends left I sent him a text message asking where he was and as I hit send I heard a soft voice say, “Cheronne?” I turned around with a smile and looked directly into a pair of bright blue eyes.

Now you may wonder why I stressed on the word directly, but let me point out to you, dear friend, that I’m 4”11. (Plus the five inches on my heels.) I’m no math genius but, that would have made me (and Mickey) about 5”4. That’s at least four inches shorter than he and my friend promised he was. I felt deceived.

While some women might have run away screaming from the horror of a) being lied to and b) having to endure a date with a man who makes the two of you look like a couple of runaway 10-year-olds, I decided not to be a “height-ist” and enjoy my evening. I mean, I did get dressed and put on my face!

He took me to Yuk-Yuk’s which was a pleasant surprise since I’d never been and we followed up the comedy show with a bite to eat at Cafe Crepe (one of my favourite places in the city). Now I don’t know if this quality is specific to short men but dude would not stop boasting about himself as though he was the greatest thing since sliced bread. The extent of his interest in me summed up to a sarcastic, “You’re getting the banana/nutella crepe? How unoriginal.” And also, “So tell me about when you first lost your virginity …” *Dude, IZYUSIRIUS?* I had never met a more self-absorbed (and inappropriate) individual.

After crepes he insisted we take a walk up a tree lined boulevard (in an attempt at romance, I’m sure) and proceeded to bore me with the intimate details of how intelligent he was and how successful he is and how he’s always been at the top of his game in every section of his life. I endured the rest of the evening with Mickey (instead of running screaming in another direction) and vowed that we would never meet again.

Stay tuned for another Tantrum Thursday and “Girl, Yes He Did.”

x Ronne ♥

Don’t they, though? 

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Put On A Happy Face

I love these images of dogs shaking off water by pet photographer Carli Davidson. They’re funny and adorable. 

Be fearless.

Oh my word. This looks simply delicious. 

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Hummus & Avocado Toasts with Roasted Tomatoes

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