Happy Birthday, Althea

My niece, Althea, was born into this world in the most lovely way. My sister, Rebecca,  hummed her way through early labour in the backyard, asked what her doula bought at Home Depot while chomping on ice chips, and clung on to her fiancee for strength during tough contractions and five hours of pushing. I was honoured she wanted me in the room with her. And it was by far the most amazing experience I’ve ever been a part of (albeit as a spectator giving leg rubs). And then suddenly (although I’m sure it didn’t feel like it to Bec), Althea had arrived! All the love in that room must have made an impact on little Al, because she quite simply was born a gentle-hearted soul.

Althea turns one today. It’s been awesome to watch her grow. Every new skill she’s acquired shocks me. I remember the first time she held a rattle and kept thinking, “How in the heck are you so talented, kid!?” They learn so much in such a short period of time! I’ve loved every moment I’ve spent with my favourite Taurus. From her wild red hair to her old lady laugh, I love every bit of that kid. Happy birthday, beautiful!


Happy Birthday to Me!

I’m so excited for my birthday weekend! I’m heading out for dinner at Bella’s (my most favourite italian restaurant in Ottawa) with my parents tonight. Tomorrow morning I’m heading out for banana bread french toast (oh yes, you heard me right) with a dear friend! And I’m wrapping it up on Saturday night over beers with my sister, her fiancee and the boy.

I’ve gotta say, for the last half of my 20s, I’d been looking forward to my 30s. I always thought that things come together when you turn the big 3-0. And I was right on the money! Thirty was probably my favourite year to date. I’m a little sad to see it go, but I’m betting 31 will be an even bigger and better adventure.

What’s been your favourite age to date?


May Day!

It’s May! Hooray! It’s my birthday month. And darn it I’m going to celebrate all 31 days! There will be cake. And flowers. And merriment. But of course it’s more than that. All those months of rain and snow are over. And the tulips and daffodils are popping up everywhere. The trees are donning baby green leaves. And May 2-4 is beckoning for us all to relax. Spring is here.


Happy March!

Ron Van Dongen

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold:  when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
– Charles Dickens –

Every March, I buy hyacinths  and let their scent waft its way through my apartment. What a wonderful welcome home. March is the month to invest in a good pair of hunter boots, swap out your wintry front door wreath for a floral one, and embrace all things green. It might still be nippy outdoors, but there’s no mistaking spring is a comin’.

Cupid Would Be Proud

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I’m usually all over pink and red at this time of year but what have we here? A heart of gold! How fitting! How cute would this ban.do headband and odette arrow ring be with a little pink dress? Yes please! Whatever you wear it with, wear your heart of gold  out where your beau can see it tonight!

Happy February

via Sparkling Glitter

Hooray! It’s February! I love this month. Firstly, it’s love month. And while I’ve felt jaded and grumpy about Valentine’s Day in the past, this year I feel happy about it. And I don’t even have a guy in my life! Imagine that. This is the month of romanticism. It’s the month to light candles, take bubble baths, buy yourself flowers and watch beautiful period films (Marie Antoinette, anyone?). I also adore February because I know I’m bound to be bombarded by that happy colour that could brighten the darkest of days – pink.  Finally, it’s Black History Month. I’m planning to listen to  Etta James on repeat, read Zora Neale Hurston and watch Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. How are you celebrating February?

New Year’s Eve

Photo via This isn’t happiness

So this was supposed to be me on New Year’s Eve. I was going to chill out and watch When Harry Met Sally. But then I bought a feathered headband. There is an unwritten rule that if you buy a feathered headband, you must wear it for New Year’s Eve. (Well now it’s a written rule). So I wore it. And I wore it out.

Stacey and I hit up The Lieutenant’s Pump and I shocked the pub with my flamboyant feathers. We were convinced that guys would be scared off by the feathers. But they weren’t! (Or maybe they were just too drunk to notice the band) So I flirted the night away. New Year’s is such a strange beast of a holiday, isn’t it? What did you do my lovelies?