Queen Street: A Photo Essay

I went to Queen St. West with Ken.  He had to get his hair done.  I had to buy a bunch of Mother's Day gifts.  (Mom, step-mom, grandmother, and other grandmother.)  While I was waiting to find out how long Ken's appointment was going to take, I amused myself by reading the packaging of this very strange hair care line. Click on each photo to get the mega-sized version, so you can read all the strangeness.

This dog decided to hang out with me for a while.  He/she was friendly but shy, and badly in need of the services of a hair stylist.  I never managed to catch sight of the dog's eyes.  Maybe s/he didn't have any.  Maybe s/he was navigating by echolocation.   It's totally possible!

I figured out how much time I had to go shopping while Ken was busy being primped.  But I couldn't stand to spend the entire time inside stores.  First I had to visit the park.

All the trees were in bloom, but this one was the prettiest.

Then I hit the stores.  I found the place to go to if you're in the market for a vintage light fixture.

Or a life-sized wooden-soldier.

Or a pair of absolutely ridiculous shoes.

Or a pair of lace overalls, for the aggressively immodest.

Queen Street never fails to offer a variety of colourful sights.

I did end up finding the gifts and cards I needed for everyone on my list, but I'm not telling the details!  Because one of the people on that list reads this blog.  You know who you are.  You're going to have to wait until next week!