Normally, my go-to lipsticks are red or nude, with a coral or pink thrown in during the summer for some variety. Although I am a recovering lip addict, I’m not super adventurous with my colour choices. Greys, browns, and the ever trendy “greige” don’t really do it for me. And forget about the blues and lilacs! They can look great on other people, but they just aren’t for me.
I love seasonal decor. We’re lucky in a lot of ways that we live in a place that so clearly has four seasons. (Talk to me in February and I’ll be singing a different tune…) Nevertheless, that period of time in between two seasons is always so fun and exciting. As much as I love summer, after a while, I always get a little tired of wearing the same clothes, using the same colour palette and being surrounded by the same kind of energy. Exchanging the pink flowers for red leaves around the house always adds the final dot to the ellipsis of summer’s end for me. These are some of the ways I like bowing down to autumn as I open the door to her passing visit. Continue reading “Easy Fall Decor Ideas”
Our front steps have seen better days. The winter shoveling and salt did a number on the paint and some of the concrete started chipping. The biggest piece came off the bottom step and when Kyler started poking around to assess the situation, more and more kept coming off. Since there wasn’t any integral structural damage, we decided just to repair it ourselves (and by we, I mean pretty much just Kyler). Here’s how we did it: Continue reading “Fixing Front Steps Part I: DIY Concrete Repair”
Paris is one of the few places on Earth outside of Canada where I kind of feel at home when I visit. I think this is my fifth time in Paris and I’m sensing a pattern that actually makes a lot of sense: the more time you spend somewhere, the more comfortable you become there! Who would’ve guessed?
I’ll always remember Paris (along with Florence) as being the catalyst that propelled me into artistic life. I loved writing, but when I visited Paris for the first time at 18, I had absolutely no interest in the visual arts. That all changed abruptly, with dizzying force. I can’t pinpoint a specific painting or sculpture that changed my life. It was as if being surrounded by so much beauty made me realize for the first time what we, people, are capable of.
It’s not that I’m some kind of expert at, well, anything, but Paris really opened my mind to fearlessly embracing art. You don’t have to understand it or intellectualize it. All I know is what I like and how it makes me feel. I think that’s enough, for me at least. I gained some sort of understanding about creation. The knowledge that creating something, however small or amateurish, is in itself a monumental feat. The thing that makes our souls unique from all other living beings.
Paris, to me, means a lot of things. Romance, not between two people, but the romance of living, being alive. The brightness of being, the depth of self-discovery, an assault on every sense, the endless joy and profound solitude of love.
This is my Paris. A place where beauty, ephemeral in nature, can rest for just a moment, just long enough for us to drink in its essence, feed our spirits and fuel our lives. A place of intense longing. Being kissed by a poignant melody, under dancing moonlight, as you walk hand-in-hand with ghosts of the past through a valley of endless possibility. A prism of tender imagination. A vessel of lovely daydreams.
I just got back from an amazing trip that took me from Budapest, down through the Balkan coast all the way to Athens. I went with very little knowledge of the area, but sometimes that just makes the discoveries more interesting. For instance, I had no idea how big of an influence Italy had on the architecture and food throughout these coastal countries. Makes total sense now that I think about it. And something I really loved and appreciated was the history literally written all over the buildings. WWII bullet holes were still visible in some of the hundred-year-old stones. Original Roman floors were kept in what are now banks and shoe stores. I really appreciated that although they modernized and renovated, so much of humanity’s history (recent and long passed) was kept intact. I was so impressed with how well things were built in the past, that they have withstood so much weather, time and progress…