Category: Style

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If you’ve been following my Instagram or reading the blog, you know that I have been re-evaluating my wardrobe lately and what I am finding is that a) I buy a lot of cheap, trendy pieces in lieu of nicer,

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Lately I find myself in a catch 22 and don’t know which direction to move in. My circumstance is obviously not life or death (although everyone interviewed in Minimalism mentioned a significant decrease in stress levels as a bi-product of

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So things have been kind of slow on the blog because holiday preparations have taken over my life (in the best possible way). And while I’d love to be organized enough to write about the holiday extravaganza I’m planning, (I

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As a kid, nothing excited me more than a trip to the Pen Centre (it was the good mall in Niagara), in the evening after school. My mom and sisters and I would pile into the car and we were off.

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Even though, previous to my recent cut, I had the same hair style for what seemed like forever (barring some slight colour variations courtesy of balayage by my go-to mane man), my hair is the subject of relentless conflict. The

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Viggo went back to school for the first time today and that officially marks the end of summer (if you qualify summer as long, lazy days spent at the park, by the pool, or in the sun–and we do). We’ve been reflecting

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I think it’s a combination of the impending school year (half of my school-related angst is from knowing that I’m going to miss my Viggo, and half–like every September–is wishing that I, myself, was starting a new academic chapter. I

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I HATE humidity. It probably started back when I wore my hair (naturally) curly and the moisture, thick in the air, would bloat my ‘do up to 10 times the size it was when I had left the house. Now

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We’ve got it bad over here–or I guess I have it bad, (although I’m doing my best to turn Viggo into an Olympics enthusiast–and I’m succeeding). For some reason, in my house growing up, the Olympics was always a big deal,

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As I was walking across a hillside in Banff wearing this dress, I was tickled by my similarity to Maria Von Trapp and I wondered, “how did she escape to Switzerland on foot, through the Alps, while singing and wearing formal clothes?”

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