where deadly meets fabulous
I was hit with a quick but potent round of the stomach yesterday and for once, found myself completely unwilling and uninterested in sitting down at the computer. However, in those precious moments between Dora the Explorer episodes when I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself, I did get to thinking about writing and pain and […]
Read MoreWhen I was ten my mom made me a quilt with my name in the centre and words like ‘creative’ , ‘funny’ and ‘clever’ sewn around it in pink and yellow satin. I thought it was pretty embersassing at the time, hiding it under my bed whenever I had friends over, however years later I […]
Read MoreIt started with a short story and a night of open mic. Pretty soon I was coming to writing workshops, volunteering with kids’ zine-making groups and even worked as a program assistant at one point, helping to build floating poetry lanterns and then heading down to the ocean to set them free. Being involved, just […]
Read MoreWhen I was sixteen I worked as a fashion model, spending months at a time in Asia’s catologue. Back then, I used to follow the careers of women like Linda Evangelista with envious adoration. She was a goddess to me, a model of the highest statue whose success I always believed was based on her killer cat eyes and towering […]
Read MoreRich, bright colors, organic lines and textiles which are amazingly soft and rugged at the same time. Looking through my closet this morning in preparing for my big night out at a silent fundraiser auction for Christianne’s lyceum of literature and art, I stumbled upon one of my favorite shirts–a black and maroon nylon top […]
Read MoreA trip to the recycling bin is no longer a trip to the recycling bin, but an epic quest with Spiderman and Iceman to locate Dora’s lost macaroni. An orange is not an orange, but a dinosaur egg / woodpecker egg. And of course, bed time stories are always up for revision–why shouldn’t the three […]
Read MoreThis is Renee. When I first met her she was answering phones and making photo copies as an office temp one floor below me. Then she gave it all up and began a career in something different altogether: shoe making. As much as I love to wear them, I’ve never really considered making them. Cobbling is […]
Read MoreThere are cakes, and then there are double chocolate tuxedo cakes. There is coffee and then there are hazelnuts Americanos. There are shoes, and then there are Fluevogs. Curving lines, flared heels, and funky-licious black trim—whenever I put on my maroon Mini Darlings I can’t decide if I feel like going out for lobster […]
Read MoreWhat does Margaret Atwood’s office look like? Does she have a parking lot view or forest panorama? I have always been interested in artist’s spaces and how they set them up to support and stimulate their work. However as Mrs Atwood does not appear to be on the verge of inviting snoopy strangers into […]
Read MoreNormally I write about things that give me creative inspiration, hope, or otherwise motivate me to get writing. However, today being Remembrance Day (in Canada and the other Commanwealth countries anyway) I thought I should so something I rarely do, and that’s remember–remember all the men and women and children who lost their lives […]
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