On Thursday night, I went to a pre-Folkfest party that was thrown by Seed, which you should absolutely visit, because they have fabulous clothing and jewellery and whatnot. If you live in or are going to be travelling through Regina, Saskatchewan, please take a trip down to Seed at 2168 Smith Street. Brett and Lisa will be happy to see you there.
By the way, I have not been paid to say nice things about Seed. I just happen to really love what they sell, and the people selling it are pretty awesome. If I had been paid to write nice things about them, I probably would have taken more care to get pictures of the actual store. Oops. I blame the Gypsy Juice.
I've been blaming a lot of things since that the Seed party on that Gypsy Juice. Lisa fed me said Gypsy Juice, and my eyes started crossing before I even felt the intoxicating effects of whatever liquor was it.
Yesterday, which was the day after the party, I kept forgetting nouns or replacing nouns with other related but still incorrect nouns. I said "australopithicus" instead of "neanderthal" and called an air mattress a "floating-in-the-pool-thing-with-the-air-in-it". Gypsy Juice.
Hence, some of the photos turned out a little blurrier than I intended.
Their party was the perfect way to start three days of the Regina Folkfestival. They had good food, good people, tarot readers, mehndi artists, dancers, digeridoo and djembe players, a well-stocked bar, and a pig on a spit. I kid you not. Why go half way?
The following two women are the mean party-throwing, gorgeous owners of Seed. You should see them in person. Rawr.