Boyfriend Tees & Killer Bees

That day was a funny one. Tara and I decided to hit up the National Art Gallery of Canada for a day of art and relaxation. I was in desperate need of a mental health day and a few good laughs with my friend, so I booked some time off of work and headed into the city.

Tara – who actually lives near me in the burbs, was kind enough to pick me up. As we barreled down the highway, a bee flew into the car and got tangled in her hair. NO JOKE. It was a miracle we didn’t crash the car through all the arm flailing and screaming that ensued. After the bee made its not-so-graceful exit through her sun roof, we both just stared at each other in shock. WOW. In hindsight, it was pretty damn funny. In fact, I’m laughing so hard right now, I can barely type.

We made it to the gallery in one piece, and wandered through it – enjoying the exhibits and resident collections. After a couple of hours, we worked up an appetite and decided to have a late lunch on the gallery’s pretty terrace.

With beautiful views of the Parliament buildings, Major’s Hill Park and the Ottawa River, we sat in the sunshine sipping sparkling wine. It was like food for the soul.

It was really hot that day and I knew we’d be walking around a lot, so I wanted to be comfortable. A few months ago while popping into the mall to buy a book, I snagged the perfect mom jeans. Classic “Dom”. Shops for book, ends up with 80th pair of jeans.

The soft and cozy boyfriend tee I’m sporting? I’ve been living in over the summer. A total score from Sears Canada, I’ve been wearing it on repeat. I have a few of these boyfriend tees in different colours, baby blue, coral, and black, and they are in constant rotation in my wardrobe. Topping off the comfy look, I slipped on my Stan Smiths and stacked on some ALEX AND ANI bracelets for a little shine.

As we sat on the terrace finishing lunch, a wasp flew into Tara’s hair. Seriously. Wailing, arm-flailing and screaming “GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!!” cut through the relaxed air of the terrace. Between laughing hysterically and pawing at Tara’s head to free the wasp, I noticed lunch patrons staring at us – some bemused, and some not so bemused.

The hair-loving wasp finally moved on and poor Tara looked like she needed a second sparkling wine. Poor girl. Serves her right for having the best head of hair I’ve ever seen. LOL! Just kidding, babe.

Despite the double-whammy insect attack, the day was fabulous. I got home feeling rested and relaxed, and made a mental note to dress down a little more. It was freeing to wear something casual chic – to focus on the gorgeous summer day and laughs with my friend. Food for the soul, indeed.

*This post is sponsored by Sears Canada. All opinions are my own.

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