A Love Letter to Deep Ellum

Dear Deep Ellum,

As I strolled around Dallas, Texas just hoping to take in some of the local sites (and having done uncharacteristically little research prior to my trip) I was surprised and delighted to stumble upon your dreamy, colourful neighbourhood.

The quiet mid-afternoon streets provided the perfect opportunity to snap a handful of images that I’ve been wistfully scrolling and re-scrolling through ever since. The combination of brightly coloured business signs with amazing murals painted across every wall elevated even the most pedestrian parking-long (how’s that for a paradox) into something from a Roal Dahl universe.

It made me wonder why every other town doesn’t push their business owners to be as creative as the ones I passed in Deep Ellum. I would love to see more craft breweries incorporate…apocalyptic fantasy tanks…like the one outside BrainDead Brewing. (Not to mention the excellent art displayed within BrainDead as well.

Deep Ellum, weird and wonderfully so, welcomes the Instagram contingent with open arms.

And the cat wall?

As if that weren’t enough to convince someone that this gem of a neighbourhood is a pure fantasy world, let’s talk about the cotton candy sunset.

Deep Ellum Street Sign

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I was totally freaked out by the flocks of blackbirds (I think?) that were covering each and every powerline…but one thing is for certain…

Deep Ellum Birds on a WireThis is one neighbourhood that certainly isn’t for the birds. (But it actually is because LOOK AT ALL THE BIRDS!)




A Love Letter to Vitae Spirits

Dear Vitae Spirits,

I’m a fan of a nice cocktail. And I’m a fan of a craft brewery, especially the ones with a taproom. But, prior to my visit to your charming establishment on a trip to Charlottesville, Virginia, a craft distillery that served the public was a nearly foreign concept to me.

One of my favourite aspects to travelling is getting to taste all the local flavours — including, of course, local beverages. As my awesome group of travel companions and I traipsed around town in the hot sun, we looked forward to finding Vitae Spirits, which was tucked into an otherwise unassuming neighbourhood.


I generally associate spirits (even the really classic ones) with getting a little fancy. Usually, they’re something I enjoy with friends on special occasions or night’s on the town. I think: cocktail lounge. So, I was pleasantly surprised to discover the vibe of Vitae Spirits was totally chill. The other group enjoying their beverages during our visit were playing a boardgame (and I feel that really tells you all you need to know).


While your bartender-mixologist (?) walked us through the small but fun menu for sampling, I took in the simple, modern cool aesthetic of the space. Having the distillery equipment, with all its gears and gadgets felt kind of steampunk, in the most fun way.



I’ve been a gin and tonic girl for a long time now (extra limes, or a gimlet if the mood dictates) so I was delighted to taste your modern flavours, as well as the Paw Paw Liqueur, which was a total first! I had only ever read about paw paw until then.


Cheers to you, Vitae Spirits. Thanks for providing a unique and refreshing experience on our tour of Charlottesville.

xoxo Krista


A List of Public Places Where I’ve Cried this Year

A year in review is generally saved for celebrating accomplishments. Most take the opportunity acknowledge their hard work and achievements. Personally, when I look back on 2018, I recall a year filled with both victory and defeat.

Since I’m prone to weeping at either occasion, I figured “why not choose the latter to plot my own memorable benchmarks?”

Yes. I do cry all the time. Sometimes it’s joy. Sometimes it’s because of normal hard stuff that I’m experiencing personally. Sometimes it’s because I’m stressed and overwhelmed. Sometimes it’s empathy overload. Sometimes it’s frustration with politics, the environment, and the state of the world. You know, the usual.

Crying is normal. Crying in public, while nothing to be ashamed of, is less…normal. While I’m okay at hiding it — when I want to — I often don’t care enough to be subtle. I find a good wail really overpowers any sense of modesty and decorum (in the moment, at least). Maybe you’ve even been one of the unfortunate souls to witness my weeping. Or, even better, have you every joined me in a good cry?

I present to you, without any context, this highlight reel of some of the more indelible locations where I succumbed to my emotion burden in 2018.

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Baltimore Women’s March 2018. An excellent opportunity for an angry cry.
  1. Airport (YQT)
  2. Neighbourhood Park
  3. Grocery Store
  4. Thrift Store
  5. Baltimore Women’s March
  6. A Bloggers Conference
  7. Pier 17 in the Seaport District
  8. Anthony Bourdain’s Memorial
  9. Camden Yards
  10. Charlottesville Historical Society
  11. Harpers Ferry National Historic Park
  12. Antique Store
  13. Airport (YYZ)
  14. Airport (BWI)
  15. Airport (DFW)
  16. Another Bloggers Conference 
  17. Salem Witch Trials Memorial
  18. The CAT Ferry (Bonus points for crying on the open sea!)
  19. National Museum of African American History and Culture
  20. “Families Belong Together” March  (The whole time, but this moment in particular.)
  21. Brooklyn Flea
  22. Capital One Arena
  23. Airport (YQM)
  24. Baltimore Pride
  25. Avon River Heritage Museum

I’m okay with being vulnerable and I’m sure 2019 will hold many more opportunities to shed a few tears.

Happy New Year. May you stand strong in the face of your challenges — and feel free to get a little weepy now and again.