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. And on extra special occasions, we’d make the road trip to Toronto for Christmas shopping at the Eaton Centre and I mean, I think that’s one of the reasons I still love going there–the smell of TEC (pardon my retail lingo but it will forever be referred to as “TEC”

Yesterday I had the pleasure of trying one of the prix fixe beauty packages offered by Beautylicious. In its eighth year, the event, which runs from October 20-30 this year, sees over 50 salons in the Bloor-Yorkville area offering specially-priced hair, spa, skin, and health and wellness service packages for both women and men. I took the plunge and finally tried eyelash extensions from Deco De Mode. I had never done so until now because my eyelashes have always been decent for the most part, but mostly, because I knew it

Hair Story

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 dispute is internal, of course, because let’s face it, no one else really gives a shit about what you do to your hair, but you. Even your husband who is resolute in his preference for long hair, will come around if you decide to go for the chop. And I

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 on what a whirlwind of adventure these last two months have  been and we all feel like we made the most of the season and can happily look forward to fall. I should mention that beyond wearing sweaters, I love fall because it’s at once a return to the comfort

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 seriously can’t even be around U of T without getting depressed at this time of year), and my constantly-shifting feelings about what it is I do for a living. I’m a stay-at-home mom (deemed necessary at first, by the would-be reality of my meagre income being almost completely consumed by

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 that pushing a double stroller around the city is a big part of our entertainment around here, I still hate it–but at least a few passes with the straightener means that my hair stays at bay! For an early dinner with friends the other evening in the hot, wet, heat,

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, which is ironic because my family is SO unathletic. And I really can’t stress our unathleticism enough. None of us played sports (minus one summer of softball for my sister),  but when the Olympics were underway (back when the games only took place every four years), they were central to

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

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