When you read, and listen to, and watch three great mysteries in the same week, that’s called Mystery Lovers’ Nirvana.

I wear turtlenecks in fall and winter, but somehow never think of turtlenecks for spring.

I’m on a quest to expand my horizons with respect to jeans. And it ain’t going too well, my friends.

I’m inspired by my trip to the Ottawa Antique & Vintage Market to go vintage treasure hunting again this spring.

I’m making small but important steps towards spring this week. Spring coats. Shoes instead of boots. Hot cross buns.

Being read to is one of life’s small pleasures. And shouldn’t be abandoned just because we’re not children anymore.

I’ve been pushing the season. Trying to wear my spring clothes. But Mother nature pushed back. Sigh.

Spring smells like mud where I live. The glorious, much anticipated smell of melting snow and bare ground. The harbinger of marble season.

I’m doing some serious spring shopping research, sorting out the trends, and making my spring shopping list.

I was in a reading drought for a while. But lately it’s been raining wonderful books.

Remember those clothing wars you fought back in your youth? To wear what you wanted no matter how silly or outlandish?

I’m messing around with computers today, and thinking about change.

I’m planning my spring shopping, and hoping that colour will put a spring back in my step.

How does one stay fit in the winter when winter makes it so hard to stay motivated?

My new socks are making me happy to get dressed again this winter.