Gillian Allison

Once, I was best friends with the coolest girl at Carleton North High School. Gillian had thick gorgeous hair, infectious enthusiasm and loads of compliments for everyone. Consequently, she owned the heart of literally every man within a ten mile radius and only dated varsity athletes. And, to my occasional envy, she lived in a pretty person's bubble and got away with all kinds of murder.

Now Gillian lives with her studly geek (similar to mine) on the North side of Fredericton. At least four rescued cats live with them and their two dogs. Their spare rooms are often occupied by a changeable roster of siblings and freeloading friends. She's still overly generous and still completely hilarious. And she designs sweet upcycled leather bags from her kitchen table for her business, My Old Bags.

Photo courtesy of D-Rex. P.S. Gillian, I like this shot because 'we really look like friends.' ;-)

I still want her to be my BFA.

Lucky, I got to stay with her a couple weeks ago in New Brunswick. She blew up balloons for my birthday and dug up a fan for our bedroom and let me feed leftovers to her dogs and served me tea in fancy, hand-thrown pottery.

I guess if there's one person whose more of a diva than Gillian, it's me.