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?” It was all I could do to find traction in these lace-up booties while making sure I didn’t step on my hem. Speaking of Fräulein Maria, I am kicking myself for not getting an arms-open twirling picture but I was too distracted by what you don’t see in the shot; Gigi

I have been thinking about what to pack for our Alberta adventure for weeks–even months–but I still haven’t actually put anything into a suitcase. The surfaces in our house are covered with various travel essentials that I have recently purchased, but the buck stops there. Digitally, however, I’ve got a beautifully organized list divided into categories for myself, Viggo, and Gigi (Mike obviously packs himself and I’ve just learned to take no sweatpants at the cottage and running out of undies four days before we head home, in stride. True

If you know me, you know I’m not very athletic, per se. At least, that was the popular opinion until I joined my friend’s dragon boating team several years ago, and let me just say, my parents really missed the boat (literally ;))by not encouraging me to put my family’s idiosyncratic big arms to use as a rower. But I digress. Dragon boating aside, I’m not athletic, so when it came time to start thinking about what to pack for our upcoming trip to Alberta–first the badlands for some dino

Lately I’ve fallen into the habit of asking Mike if certain outfits look too young for me before I walk out the door. He always furrows his brow and acts like I’m nuts for even considering the scenario–I think partly because he’s got an “age is just a number,” attitude, and partly because I’m two years younger than he is, so if I’m feeling self-conscious about my age, then he should be having an all out tantrum because his big 4-0 is on the horizon, (as in, it’s happening before

In the summertime, we basically turn into vampires around here, desperately adjusting hats and applying, then re-applying, broad spectrum or mineral sunscreen to protect our fair skin, the vulnerability of which, is one of the downsides to having red hair. While we go to great lengths to protect our skin, however, I’ll shamefully admit that when choosing sunglasses, the UV protection factor is never at the top of my mind. I buy decent sunglasses, but I didn’t even pay attention to whether my Ray Ban aviators offer 100% UV protection

As a kid, sneakers are an ipso facto part of your wardrobe and I was lucky because my parents always indulged my need to have the “it” shoe. (Practicality and the cool factor were equally important when you were talking to boys–while hanging upside down on the monkey bars at the school playground). Throughout the nineties, Tretorn Nylites, Adidas Stan Smiths (with a powder blue heel, specifically), and Authentic Vans formed the base of my looks (with an occasional cameo by my Bass Weejun Penny Loafers). But as I came

Left to my own (subconscious), devices, I’ll go about like a drone, busily amassing a wardrobe of same, same, but different; mostly neutral, mostly solid-coloured pieces that go with my jeans-and-a-tee aesthetic. But when I was watching tv a little while ago, there was a fashion tip that cut through the noise–and my apparent style rut: buy something new and noteworthy when confronted with a sale. Sure, buy your favourite jeans at 30% off, but also look for something that you don’t already have that will extend your wardrobe. Read:

As a blogger I get sent a lot of press samples. While I try/test/wear all of them, some become part of my daily routine, some I give away, some I write about, some I don’t. And then there are the ones that become an absolutely indispensable part of my life. Enter Phantom Glass. I was sent the sleek, tempered glass cover quite a while ago so I have had the opportunity to really live with it and I can’t see myself liking any other form of phone protection even close to

Last weekend I attended what was probably the swankiest wedding I have been to. It was streamlined and beautiful; the ceremony was at a gallery in the Distillery District followed by a reception at Archeo restaurant, which was just a short, cobblestone walk away–at golden hour, no less! It was in stark contrast to most of the clunky, supersized weddings I’ve been to (including my own). There’s something about having to feed 300 people that necessarily precludes elegance and turns a plate of passed h’ors D’oeuvres into a whole antipasto

Instead of brooding over the fact that I WASN’t sitting in a bar decked out in faux Mexicana, sucking back margaritas and guac while blissful in my ignorance of what the holiday actually comemorates, this Cinco de Mayo, I decided to be a grown-up and made a very healthy vegetable stir fry for dinner for Mike, Viggo and I…and settled for at-home strawberry daiquiris instead of margaritas (I know, so adult of me). But, aside from marking the anniversary of the the Mexican army’s unlikely victory over the mightier French

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