Go Fish

I had fully intended on doing a post featuring some of the decor in our basement for you to start this week off. I swear it’s on my editorial calendar *which is written in pencil and you can erase pencil*. But then this thing called reality occurred where I had to spend half the weekend folding masses of piles of laundry.

Though I should mention that major organizing and cleaning progress has been made since the dramatic real life shot of our basement (that looked like an episode of Hoarders which I wrote about last week). So much so that I have a new Minted print I need to hang up and I am almost done cleaning the rug and couch so I can talk about how to buy a couch for a basement so that you don’t wind up buying two couches. True story.

And because I apparently did not have enough on my plate I decided up and randomly go to the pet store with James and our kids and we came back home with Mr. Pinky.

Pink Betta Fish

Pink Betta Fish Half Moon

Mr. Pinky is the newest member of our family, he’s a half moon beta fish and he joins our other happy other blue betta fish, Bubbles. He’s so damn pretty that I just want to take photos of him.

This is a huge step for me. The whole pet fish thing. See, what happened was last summer our kids went up to my parents (who live up north by the lake) and our older daughter called to say that she was so excited that her Grandparents (my parents) were going to get her a pet fish.

I laughed.

No really, I laughed.

I was like “That’s so not going to happen”. Because you know what happens when seemingly innocent pets arrive in the house, they become the adults responsibility, not the kids. So I was dead set against this.

Then our kids came home from their Grandparent vacation and so did Bubbles. Back then knowing nothing about betta fish I was like yeah this little guy will last a week and then we’ll have a fish funeral and a proper outdoor burial like I did with my goldfish Goldie when I was 8 years old. Well, it’s well over half a year later and Bubbles is not only here, he is thriving.

You know what I did not take into account? The loyalty of a 7 year old to her first pet. Our daughter made flow charts which she crossed off to make sure she fed him every day and days that we must clean the fishbowl and change his water. And little Ms Type A was very adamant about this and she took such great care of him.

Which led to me waking up one day and saying let’s go to the pet store, with the intention of getting Bubbles some new fun plants to swim around. And somehow Mr. Pinky came back with us (my younger daughter’s new pet fish) which then led to a huge search for matching fishbowls to make them a happy home, along with more nice plants and gravel. Because if you’re going to have pets, you should have a nice home for them. I found these giant vases on sale at Superstore and the rest is history.

Blue Betta Fish

PS – Do you know how long it took me to take that shot? Yeah. I thought doing food photography was hard. Wait til you try and catch a fish in a good spot. Fish do not care. Unlike pets and kids where you go “Look here!” and rattle something or bribe them with food, fish are like cats and they look at you like “You think you can control me, you’re cute.”

Anyhow, James being the observant person that he is after all the excitement of welcoming Mr. Pinky into our home and the kids were in bed, said to me “Why did you get the new fish?” knowing full well it was not in my character to do so.

And I said “Because it was something I normally wouldn’t do.”

If I sound like an overly optimistic life coach lately who is allย “Follow your heart and take back your blog!” who does way too much yoga and is seemingly high on good energy, I am not. I swear. Ask anyone who knows me in real life. If complaining was a national sport I would win. But like the card game Go Fish, which relies on the honour system, sometimes doing something that you normally wouldn’t do is the best thing you can do for yourself. Because seeing the joy these fish bring to my kids, is worth any amount of fish bowl cleaning I can stomach. Because we now created a memory together as a family of our daughters first pets. And for some inexplicable reason, they make me (us) so happy when we see them everyday. Fish. Really.

And when you do good things for others, good things happen to you. Like while discovering that the duvet cover you’ve been coveting at Superstore went on sale while you were looking for big fish bowls. Win/win!

The last duvet cover we had was from Caban and if you don’t recognize the brand/store name, that will tell you how old our previous duvet cover is. I love stripes! They’re the only pattern I don’t get sick of.

Striped Duvet Cover - Loblaws Superstore - northstory

Superstore, FYI, is one of the only other places I can continue to shop at now that Target is leaving Canada. But that’s a whole other post. And I need wine for that one.

7 Comments

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    writingmonique
    January 20, 2015 at 4:19 am

    The fishes are beautiful! I love the names Mr Pinky & Bubbles!

    WritingMonique

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    Jessica@CapeofDreams
    January 20, 2015 at 9:23 am

    It is so good for kids to have pets, and it sounds like your daughter is really living up to the responsibility. You did a great job with the fish photography, but I am not surprised.

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    April
    January 20, 2015 at 10:00 am

    love the fish!! Erica wants one and I said no… lol. Maybe I should reconsider.

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    Jo-Anna@APrettyLife
    January 20, 2015 at 3:56 pm

    Oh I love Mr. Pinky! Now I want one!

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    Sid
    January 21, 2015 at 3:51 pm

    Just found your blog and I’m loving it! Can we get a moment of silence for the loss of Target? I barely knew ye ๐Ÿ™

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    204 Park
    January 22, 2015 at 11:50 am

    Aww mr pinky is so cute! A pink fish is totally up my alley! haha And how great is it that your daughter is taking such responsibility- too cute ๐Ÿ™‚ xo,D

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    Lynne Johns
    January 26, 2015 at 3:08 pm

    Can’t write much, I’m still in mourning over Target leaving.

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