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fashion

The Long and Short of Personal Style

There’s so much talk these days about the difference between fashion and style, personal style. How women needn’t be slaves to the most recent trends, how we should dress to please ourselves, how style is what we do with the …

books

Teaching Empathy in the Age of Trolling and Scrolling

Still at Mum’s this weekend. Just finished reading a book that partially dealt with a daughter helping an aging, irascible father to cope with his altered state in life. And listened to a CBC radio program yesterday about caregivers for …

life

Vintage Connections… Wearable and Otherwise

Hope you don’t mind, my friends, but this is a “reprise” post. I’m still at Mum’s and we’ve been busy with no time to blog. I missed the Ottawa Vintage Clothing Show this year because I was in Fredericton. Next …

life

Time Marches On and All That

You might know, if you read my last post, that I’m home in New Brunswick for the next while, visiting my Mum. As I sit in Mum’s kitchen this morning pondering how to begin this post, I keep thinking of …

books

When the Skies of November Turn Gloomy

What should one do when, in the words of the famous Canadian singer/songwriter Gordon Lightfoot, “the skies of November turn gloomy?” How will you manage when the temperature drops, the rain lashes your windows, and you haven’t seen the sun in …

fashion

Fall Rhapsody in My Closet

Fall is glorious in our neck of the woods. It’s my favourite season. Not just because of Hubby’s return to his rightful place in the kitchen, our very own version of “Return of the King,” without the hobbits. Ha. But …

travel

Italy: Taking the Roads Less Travelled.

Snow is falling this morning, the leaves that haven’t been raked yet are a sodden mess, and everything everywhere is melting and dripping. Hubby is up to his usual late fall tricks. It’s too soppy and slippy to walk, or …

fashion

Italian Chic: One Canadian’s Perspective

Hubby and I love to travel. But when we’re away for a few weeks, we start to long for home. And certain things at home. Popcorn, mashed potatoes, tea and toast, the view of the river from our sun room …

travel

Italy: The View from My Couch

We’ve only been back in Ottawa for four days and already Italy seems long ago and far away. Rome was a faint memory when we arrived home a few nights ago, the wind blowing fallen leaves against my ankles as I fumbled in …

travel

Italy Prima Parte: Water, Water Everywhere

I’m sitting in our B&B room in Agerola, high above Amalfi, as I write this morning, looking out at the clouds that sit on the terrace, with the windows wide open desperately hoping that the underwear and socks and tee …

fashion

23 Days in Italy: Packed and Ready to Go

I have a new mantra for travel packing, my friends: pack to please myself. Period. That sounds so obvious, doesn’t it? But since last week when I decided on my wardrobe plan for this trip, I’ve been waffling. Suffering from …

books

Much Ado About Very Little

It’s the calm before the storm around here at the moment. Hubby and I are treading water, not quite twiddling our thumbs, finishing up tasks on our list that need to be done before we leave for Italy, and generally trying …

fashion

Planning My Travel Wardrobe for Italy

Our three weeks in Italy are coming up very soon. So, obviously I’ve been musing about my travel wardrobe. That’s nothing new. What should I wear? And, how should I decide what to wear? These are perennial questions for me. …

travel

On Being a Tourist

Hubby and I are off to Italy before too long. Our plans were mostly completed months ago. Right now we’re refreshing our memories, reviewing all the arrangements we made way last spring. Reconfirming accommodation reservations that probably don’t need re-confirming, …

fashion

Summer’s Last Gasp

It’s the last weekend of summer. The autumn of summer, we might say. Soon we’ll be saying, “Ah yes, remember last summer? Those white hot days at the beach, the languid afternoons, the warm, starry evenings of wine and song? …