This weekend I got to indulge in two of my questionable obsessions. I got to put amusing things on my children's heads and I got to visit the Anne of Green Gables/L. M. Montgomery headquarters of the world, Cavendish, P.E.I. where there are at least three sites featuring historical re-enactors. My favourite moment was when the teenager playing Diana Barry at Avonlea staggered drunkenly out of a house and up the empty street in front of Sylvie and I. Obviously she'd just ingested some "raspberry cordial" at Anne's urging but if I hadn't been familiar with the story I'd probably have rushed to help her. It was surreal and camp and lots of fun.
I have more to say, particularly about our dear friends' gorgeous wedding, but Sylvie is trying to commandeer my computer. Either she wants to rip off the keys and eat them or she's desperate to update her facebook status.