I’ve had fragrances come in and out of my life but none have ever literally stopped me in my tracks the way Cleopatra by Tocca has. I pause mid-step just to get a whiff of myself. It’s completely narcissistic but it is that intoxicating to me. It’s what I imagine catnip must be to a cat. Anyway, I discovered it one day a couple of weeks ago while I very uncharacteristically perused the perfume cabinet at Anthropologie as a means of avoiding the temptation all around me. Yeah, I’m a

Since Viggo came into our lives, Mr. Hunter and I have had plenty of opportunities to go out without him. When we’re visiting Niagara, both of our moms are more than happy to take him for the evening and we’ve taken advantage, but here in Toronto our options are slimmer–mainly just my sister and brother-in-law. The only problem is that if they have him, we can’t go out with them so it’s not often that we can all go out together. This past Saturday however, my cousin offered to babysit

So the blog has been on life support for the past few days because I haven’t been able to get my shit together. We got the sad news that we have to be out of our cozy little condo come September and not only do we now have the unenviable task of searching for a new place that’s big enough, with all of the creature comforts we’ve become accustomed to, but I’m sad too. This is the first home Mr.Hunter and I ever shared, we brought our baby home to

Today I had to put the fun day-about-town I had planned with Mr. Hunter and Viggo on hold for the flu. Boohoo. I was lucky enough to have the day to myself however, and although I feel gross, it’s been nice to relax and just sit back, sip on ginger ale, and eat salty potato chips. I also took the opportunity to compile a list of clothes/accessories/beauty products I am currently wishing for. (I should say refine my list. I’ve had a list shamefully titled “things I want,” since I

So the past couple of days have been a little slow on the blog because I’ve been taking some time out to hang with one of my oldest friends, the beautiful Amanda, who was visiting from Montreal. A fellow fashion-lover, Amanda supports local Montreal designers and she blogs about her forays into the cultural scene of Montreal here. I loved the dress she was wearing when she stepped off the train and had to photograph her for an outfit post. Beatrice Holloway dress; Club Monaco belt; and Naot sandals.

If you are like most women of a certain age, you probably have amassed a collection of bridesmaid dresses–that is, a variety of solid-coloured gowns in telltale wedding fabrics like taffeta or satin. Yuck. Being the forward thinking bride I like to think I was, I had each of my ‘maids buy a dress of their own choosing (presumably so they’d wear it again), in black. My vision was realized when the girls came together in full wedding finery for the first time, each one looking comfortable and radiant in

M for Mendocino tee; Costa Blanca pants (also worn here); House of Harlow 1960 necklace So I’m afraid that my outfit post today won’t be very exciting since I’ll be spending the larger part of my day moving heavy furniture. Instead I posted this pic of Mr. Hunter, Viggo, and I at Niagara Falls last night on the occasion of Viggo’s very first fireworks display (which was awesome by the way!) As you can see my outfit’s a little plain but I decided to include it because it’s a good

So I’m crossing something off my bucket list and having a quintessentially Canadian weekend by seeing the Hip at Butler’s Barracks in Niagara-on-the-Lake on the eve of Canada’s birthday, which also happens to be mine and Mr. Hunter’s fifth wedding anniversary. In terms of style, let’s just say it wasn’t Coachella but I did spy a few cute outfits with festival flava. Here are some pics of myself, my fellow concert goers (my sisters and their men), and some of the “street style”. Happy Canada Day everyone! Winner’s dress; vintage

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