Hally’s Serves Happiness

Every now and then I think to myself, “Why am I writing this physics lab report again? Shouldn’t I be eating a croissant and/or owning a café as sweet as Hally’s?” And the answer is always, “Yes, you should be eating a croissant. Owning a café as sweet as Hally’s may not be in the cards for you for a while.” Thanks inner self. You always inspire me to make the right decisions. store front

First of all, mint is my savior colour lately. That, along with the cheery yellow of the bar stools, is pulling my body in with a force so much more powerful than gravity. (Physics lab, remember?)

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The chairs alone, as in simply the shape of them, are so Parisian in nature. But dipping them into pastel mints and lavenders makes the whole room coo ooh-la-la in a way I have never seen chairs do before.

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These brick walls give off such a subtly rustic charm Hally’s. You can see that the crevices of the natural walls were so deep, and so aged, before she got her hands on them, and yet that history is highlighted by dousing them in this milky white. It’s as though she’s taken a canvas, painted it white, and allowed every other colour to inject the whole room with as much happiness and joy as possible.

rmHALLY'S_08The walls act as a background to the colour palette that has come together so dreamily – mint, sunny yellow, and deep, natural greens. On another note, I would wish for nothing more than to be waiting for my croissant and cappuccino on one of these stools of happiness right now. 

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The next time I ask myself why I don’t own a café like Hally’s will simply be answered with, “You will one day,” because as of right now, I can’t think of a life any more perfect than surrounding myself with the smell of pastries, coffee beans, and the sweet, sweet atmosphere of a minty sunshine forest.

Should you be as curious as I was, the interior designer behind Hally’s is Alexander Waterworth. His website is as delicious to the eyes, let alone his design, as the croissants sitting on that counter are to my tummy.

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Indoor Voices, Please

Some things in life are reserved for children. Pee-pee dances, ice-cream trucks, and fort building just don’t draw as much of an adult crowd.

On second thought, that is debatable, as I sit here envisioning the fort I built last year for *ahem* studying purposes. Success rates are low for actual “studying,” especially when embraced by blankets and a box of celebration cookies are within arm’s reach (just as an FYI). And you know what, if an ice-cream truck were to parade down my street at this very moment, the primal urge to leap through my house would overcome me, alerting any and all roommates as the sweet, melodic tune drags me by the ear to its menu.

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When all is said and done, and I’ve managed to devour a chocolate fudge ice cream bar with zero stains, I’ll think about heading back inside as a nineteen year old. My homework, at the very least, will snidely greet me.

And yet, there are other moments where that child and young adult fuse into one glorious creation. Call me, “Swing Table.”

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The most divine creation of all tables. My inner-child is jumping for joy whilst wiping the chocolate remains off her cheeks (it is a stark white, after all), and my literal-aged self is sighing in content serenity, imagining a spread of crepes atop the surface.

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The foundation for this idea is mostly laid in whimsy and child-like playfulness, and yet the outcome is both refined and stately. A walnut surface set against the swaying chairs is reminiscent of the modernities of design embracing traditional roots. Nature embracing what it has led to.

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I don’t want to get too philosophical on you here, but at the very least, I feel as though this piece demonstrates that neither nature nor modernity is ignoring the other. In that fusion, we find a piece of furniture that cannot help but to tempt my child-like, yet oh-so-mature eyes.

Find at Fancy.

This weekend couldn’t have come sooner, on a side note.

What I hope to accomplish is highly academic.

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Come to me, pumpkin meringue pie. I shall treat you well.

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Oh, how I love it when I find a new cooking blog that I can devour with my eyes.

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Mmm, spiced cream filling. The golden edges are reminiscent of the TOWER of pancakes I made this morning. That tends to happen when one does not take note of the servings size. Three pancakes envisioned. Eleven made.

No regrets.

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I’m Feelin’ Good

This is actually very cool. I command you to watch. Pretty please?
However, I have just developed a very serious problem, besides the Little Rabbit Ears disorder, which is already tough. It’s called the Food Gawker addiction.
Food Gawker addict: One who “gawks” at the gorgeous photos of food posted, typically spending anywhere from 15-33 minutes looking at scrumptious meals, ending up with 20 bookmarks of recipes that you may or may not ever actually make.
These are all photos I found via Food Gawker but links to the recipes for convenience… 🙂
Lemon bars, happy simplicity.
I actually made this absolutely delectable creation a few weeks ago with some friends and, gotta say, it was a smashing success. Easy as pie to make. Or shall I say easy as pudding… you get my drift. 
Our attempt didn’t exactly look as pristine but none of us cared as we happily munched away. 
Because of Food Gawker, I found another too good for words blog, My Little Celebration. She’s quite the health conscious gal, but enjoys some indulgences erry now and then, like every real human being. She’s also a self-described “breakfast girl”, AS AM I! Fave meal of the day. Easily. 
And let me tell you, she knows breakfast… (these are her recipes below, too)

And since my weekend is looking relatively free, I am definitely making these mini flax frittatas (above). Hold me to it, I swear I will. 
Can we just indulge one more photo of some serious eye candy?
Temptation at its finest. 
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