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A Toast To The New Year

Can you blame me for taking out my party dress? My NYE outfit ressembled this Hawks by Geren Ford Bustier Dress. It was a big hit.

My plans for the New Year were non-committal at best.  I had been sitting on the fence of staying in or partying all night long.  For me, there are rarely in-betweens.  It’s all or nothing.  The most persuasive reasons for me to venture out were a) my rolling rack of pouffy party dresses (of which I have an abundance) and b) my overwhelming desire to celebrate the coming New Year.  In numerology, it doesn’t get more auspicious than 01/01/11.  Plus, I am a bohogi (boho, bogi, yogi fusion — lover of all things bohemian, worldly pleasures and yogi spirituality) and I believe in ‘carpe diem’!  Live for the day!

Finding myself at an impromptu dinner party hostessed by my roomie, followed by drinks and dancing at Berber (49 Front Street East),  I was glad to have made the decision to galavant among close friends.  As the crowd counted down to midnight, Silican kisses in hand, we made a cheers for the hopes and dreams to the new year.  We shook our hips to the saucy pop cabaret stylings of Susana Da Camara (you had me at sequins and red opera gloves, then you skipped across the dancefloor and so began my girl-crush) and mingled with her friendly and dapper suited band members.   

Before we took our dip into the shame spiral, we took a few moments to lament our inspirations for 2011 over Sour Apple Martinis.  In a pay it forward tribute to each friend, we took turns toasting in a circular fashion.  The best way to cover your bases is love, hopes and dreams.  For example,  “Dear bestie, I hope you find the love of your life.  I wish you best of success in acquiring that much deserved promotion and I hope you take up salsa classes because you keep talking about it.”

And my toast to you:  “Dear readers of the LC, I wish you every happiness, that you find passion and joy in all that you do, that you receive in the abundance that you give, find love, be loved and manifest all your dreams into being in 2011.” 

Middle Eastern Nights at Berber. Not Bieber. My Morrocan survival skills include bellydancing, making that arabic noise equivalent to the spanish ay-ay-ay and snake charming.


January 1, 2011   1 Comment

Giving Thanks

Thank you gourds for being so mignon!

This weekend is Canadian Thanksgiving and while as a vegetarian I don’t look forward to a turkey dinner, I do enjoy stuffing, mashed potatoes and my newly discovered obsession appreciation for home baked pumpkin pie.  Thanksgiving is a great opportunity to sit down and reflect on our abundant fortunes: be it our family, friends, our health or good spirit.  Even when times are difficult, it’s always a great comfort to look around and count your blessings.  That’s my pep talk for long weekend.

Here are a few things I am thankful for (I could go on for days but here is a sampling):

  • Maple Tree Nostalgia – Whenever I take a long walk, I love staring up at the sun shining through the leaves and admiring the changing colours.  Emerald greens, ambers, gold, oranges and reds.  There is something about it that makes me overwhelmingly happy.  The sound of crunching leaves under my soles reminds me of elementary school days, collecting maple leaves to press in parchment paper and scrapbook.
  • Tiny Pumpkins –  I see them everywhere, overflowing in barrels on sidewalks, decorating window displays, on doorstoops.  I’m not sure what I would do with them besides decorating a table setting for a dinner party, but I think they are adorable.    
  • Quoteable thankfulness – Here are some uplifting grains of wisdom.

“At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.” – Albert Schweitzer

“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” – Melody Beattie

“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.”
– Marcel Proust

Happy Thanksgiving! xoxo The LC


October 8, 2010   1 Comment

100 Things To Do Before You Die

The Killers? No, you sillies...these are the boys from The Buried Life. This is why all the supermodels come from Canada.

When I first saw a teaser clip for MTV’s The Buried Life (, I had to walk to my bathroom to grab a Kleenex because I started crying.  This is the effect of good deeds; I am reduced to tears quite often or sniffing heavily to hold back the flood gates. 

The Buried Life originated with four friends (Duncan, Ben, Dave and Jonnie – all telegenic, gorgeous, lovable, humourous, altruistic Canadians) from Victoria, BC who decided to create a bucket list of ‘things to do before I die’ and set off on accomplishing those goals.  In their quest to execute their personal missions (from the inane to the profound), they in turn would try to help others along the way.  What began as a grass-roots documentary was picked up by MTV as a reality series.  The premise is quite simple.  They ask the question:  “What do you want to die before you die?”  (The boys also have a stable of suave dance moves The Buried Life Dancers)

After much pondering under the shade of an old maple tree, I began to create my own list.  While I have pushed myself hard to veer off the beaten path (“OMG, what did I get myself into?”) and to pursue the interests which resonate deeply in my heart, I still have dreams which I hope one day I can say I have realized.  Here are a few that I would like to share with you…(in no particular order).

Look at that cutie's face! So worth the allergic hives. My sister says koalas are heavier than you think they would be.

  • Hug a Koala – When I was in Grade 5, I was obsessed with koalas.  I even did a school project on them. Scratch that; I was REALLY OBSESSED.  I was fascinated with their pug noses, their soft fur, their peculiar faces and fondness for eucalyptus and sleeping.  A few years later, my sister went on a solo tour of Australia and brought back images of her hugging koalas.  Looking tortured, I roared, “Do you hate me??!!  This is my dream.”  Since then, I’ve come to the realization that it’s okay for other people to hug koalas too. 

Totally my Rainbow Brite bike, except mine was baby pink.

  • Learn to ride a bike…properly – This one is kind of embarrassing.  But I hope that in sharing it with you, it won’t inspire mockery instead that you might think of something from your childhood, you can overcome.  Growing up, I had a pink Rainbow Brite bike with streamers on the handlebars and a white wicker basket.  I practiced all the time with my training wheels but when they finally came off, I could not ride it straight to save my life.  My parents finally gave up on my whining to go out and practice because of my numerous failed attempts.  I know.  Major Teardrop.  Maybe a part of me never believed I could or that I would fall.  When I cross this one off, I will scream at the top of my lungs, ‘YES! YES! YES!!!!!’ and ride happily into the sunset.

Oh Egypt...when will we shimmie together?

  • Bellydance in Egypt – Like the crumbling pyramids and ancient landmarks that rise in the Sahara desert, the tradition of bellydancing is fading away.  Having studied the Eastern dance whose roots are steeped in celebrating the woman, good luck, fertility and abundance, it would be remarkable to dance in the place, Cairo, where its history began.  Thinking about this one gives me goosebumps. A brief video: Egypt Loses Taste for Bellydance – BBC

The bucket list is a work in progress since every time you check something off, a new inspired idea forms and takes its place.  While I have countless more thrill-seeking and exciting, others social and humanitarian, there is no right or wrong.  Only you can determine what matters most and what legacy is worth leaving behind. 

“Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.” – Anais Nin


July 15, 2010   No Comments

The Pilgrimage with Paul Coelho

The Pilgrimage is based on true events. Do you believe?

Similar to the rest of the world (Bill Clinton, Oprah, Julia Roberts, countless others +/- famous), I love The Alchemist.  Paul Coelho, the Brazilian writer has a sage voice whose narratives often explore the themes of love, purpose and humanity.  His books have been translated in every language selling millions of copies to avid readers.  

The Pilgrimage was recommended by a friend and it documents Coelho’s own pilgrimage from Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, France to Santiago de Compostela in Spain, (a route traversed on foot by pilgrims from the turn of the century) to visit the holy remains of Saint James.  There are three other parallel pilgrim routes that many travelled within their lifetime to show their devotion to their faith.  The latter is meant to be a companion piece which reveals the source of inspiration for The Alchemist.  The plot involves Coelho’s journey, his tests of faith, intuition and courage and a struggle to attain a treasure which has deep personal meaning.  In his writing, people often comment on the transformative nature of his books, especially for the reader who seeks deeper understanding to the questions of one’s life and reflection on their own personal journey. 

My favourite things: Paulo working a great tan in a black polo in front of gajillions of books. Brains & beauty!

Whenever I am feeling down, I reach for The Alchemist.

And on another positive musical note…

For your listening pleasure, a wonderful cover song by up and coming songstress Lissie, of Kid Cudi’s ‘Pursuit of Happiness.’  Obviously, the original by Kid Cudi is amazing with MGMT and Ratatat but Lissie’s version is very rebellious and ‘oh yeah, I’ll show you world!”  It’s my current anthem, especially for days when I’m feeling ‘woe-woe-woe is me.’  I have been listening to this track on repeat because it has a great melody, killer vocals and an optimistic, heartfelt message.  I promise, it will put you in a positive state of mind.

Lissie_Pursuit of Happiness (mp3)


July 13, 2010   2 Comments

DIY: Passion Project

Aww, who doesn't love Whitney, her West Coast style, blonde hair and skinny twigs for legs? I do!

Did you ever want something so bad you could taste it?  That thing you were so passionate about, it kept you up at night, listlessly, wondering, anxiously waiting, driving you to hot pursuit?  I’m not talking about stalking here people, more about an undertaking that you gave 200% of yourself to and wanted so deeply to unfold in a successful manner that you were willing to do anything to make it happen.

What is passion anyway? Passion is an intense emotion, compelling feeling, enthusiasm, or desire for something (per Wikipedia).  Which brings me to my next idea, what is your ‘passion project?’  Are you working on an endeavour which requires you give of yourself on that level but receive the self-satisfaction in return?  Think about it.  There are probably a few you already have in progress and others which you are procrastinating to start.  If you are willing to work for it, the universe will find a way to help you make it happen

Here is a tender moment which made me a bit teardrop.  Whitney’s mentor and boss Kelly Cutrone on The City, gives a soliloquy on how important it is to savour the moment of accomplishment.  I once had a similar boss who many fashion insiders deemed as ‘difficult’ to work with in an Anna Wintour kind of way, but it wasn’t that she was cold-hearted or harsh, it was that she didn’t have time for flakes and flightiness; she had a business to run after all.  Deep down she was a big softie too.

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May 5, 2010   1 Comment

Time Of My Life

When I am doing one of my favourite activities such as writing, sewing, making jewellery, dancing, whatever, I realize that I am connecting with the deepest part of myself.  It’s funny to take for granted that every day we should be doing at least one thing that brings us happiness on that level.  Because before you know it, the year is over and you’ve forgotten to scratch to do’s from the bucket list.  My friend had a really good quote about ‘living like your hair is on fire’ which is a funny statement if you take it literally.  But it’s the idea that if you knew that you were in peril and had to move quickly to accomplish everything you desired within this lifetime, you’d probably change your attitude completely and direct your energies towards those pursuits.

Today, I was telling my bestie C that I often put myself in uncomfortable situations to push myself outside of my comfort zone thus dramatically testing the resilience of my human spirit.  Like for instance, I had travelled to Hawaii by myself for the first time last year and I recently spent some time in Bangkok as a fashionistah singleton.  While I was masquerading a brave front, there was a part of me that was having an internal panic attack.  “I’m so cute, what if I get kidnapped?”  Ideas forged by such suggestions made half-jokingly by concerned friends. 

The unknown kind of frightened me.  But the beauty of accomplishing this was the liberation I felt being able to travel, enjoy my own company and flourish far from home.  I also secretly harbour an aversion to heights but not in a paralyzing way.  So whenever I am confronted with the challenge of jumping off a cliff into the ocean or doing something adventurous with a sprinkle of fear factor, the devil on my shoulder will always force me to do it. 

With every small hurdle we face, while at first scary and intimidating grows more exciting and fun; we realize that we are living the time of our lives.  (See/ Baby overcoming her fear of public dancing with the help of Johnny. Swoon!) 



April 28, 2010   2 Comments