Monday, 26 February 2018

Tales From My Travel Journal : Ireland

I've kept a travel journal for years. I started recording our canoeing adventures back in the eighties, mostly because pictures cannot capture the essence of a trip like words can. Pictures cannot convey the misery of a sleepless night in a leaking tent, or the utter contentment of relaxing by the fire watching sparks from the flames disappear into the night sky. When Hubby and I began to travel more widely, I kept a journal for each trip. I dig these journals out every now and again, and read them out loud to Hubby. Sometimes I do this to settle an argument about some point we're trying to recall, the name of a town, or a mountain pass. Sometimes when we're in the midst of planning a trip, we become nostalgic for a previous adventure. We'll sip our wine, read and remember, laugh, and agree that travel is totally worth all the bother.

It was Hubby's idea that I share with you some small parts of our adventures as documented in my journals. I thought that was a great idea. I miss writing travels posts when we're not travelling. So if you don't mind journeying back into the past with me, I think I'll give his idea a go. And since I'm back home in New Brunswick this week, I'd thought I'd start with our 2011 trip to Ireland. Home of my O'Sullivan ancestors.

woman walking with a collie dog, field overlooking the ocean
Me and "Buddy" the dog, hiking on the Ring of Beara

Thursday, 22 February 2018

Voices in Our Head

In a recent phone call, my mum told me that when she first wakes in the morning, and is wondering if she has the desire to start her day, or the strength to get out of bed, she hears my brother's voice in her head. And he says to her, "Come on old lady. Time to get the hell up, and out of that bed." And so she does. 

I think we all hear voices in our head, don't you? The voices of special people in our lives, whose real voice we no longer hear. 

Dawn on the river yesterday. 

Monday, 19 February 2018

Anticipation: Pining for Spring Fashion

Sigh. It's warm here in Ottawa, people. And has been for a few days. Maybe warm-ish would be more accurate, but above freezing, at any rate. With sunshine. And we're still in February. The past few days have felt like nature's balm to this winter weary soul. For those of us pining for spring, a bit of warmth and sunshine "knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care," and makes us feel new again. Okay, enough with the Macbeth hyperbole, what I'm saying is that I'm ready for spring fashions. 

So I've started my spring shopping research. Reading articles on spring trends. And looking at the runway shows for spring 2018. 

woman in all white, one in a pink coat, and one in a coral jacket and green oants
Trendy spring looks from Max Mara, Dries Van Noten, and Agona.   source

Thursday, 15 February 2018

New Horizons

Okay... so... I'm a little excited this week, folks. Brenda Ray Coffee has asked me to contribute a monthly post to her blog 1010 Park Place. And today my first post Women Who Have "It" is live. You can see it here

The post is a follow-up to my discussion last week about "it girls." About how "it women" are, as Dottorressa said last week, "bien dans sa peau." And about two "it women" friends of mine who have both embarked on new adventures in their lives, both expanding their horizons in their sixties.

words. plus the phrase "do one things a day that scares you."
Lululemon bag inspiration

Sunday, 11 February 2018

Hat Dreams

When the weather is frigid, and the snow just keeps on coming, and there's at least six more weeks of winter, if we're lucky. Well, a girl has to do something to survive. Psychologically speaking.

I'm sick to death of my sweaters, most of them anyway, and my ski wear. I'm in need of some major fashion diversion, but it would be too cruel to start dreaming of spring already.  Soas I pedal my exercise bike on days when it's too cold to ski, or it's freezing rain and entirely too miserable to go out, I've been dreaming of hats. 

And perusing my Pinterest board dedicated to hats. Vintage hats, high fashion hats straight from the catwalk, edgy urban hats, dressy ladylike hats, casual berets, lovely cloches, cool fedoras. Whatever. All headgear welcome. Except for toques. No toques allowed. I see enough of those already.

woman in a 1920s style cloche

Friday, 9 February 2018

Ski Lessons in Kindness

Downhill skiing and I have always had a fraught relationship. I wanted to love it when I was young. I did love it for a brief period. Then I hated it again. Then I met Hubby and learned to ski properly, took lessons, and began to love it again, for a time. I will say that downhill skiing taught me a few lessons, on the hill and off. 

But let's go back to the beginning. When I was a kid, my older sister Carolyn received a pair of blue skis with poles for Christmas. When she outgrew them, I inherited them. I used to love to carry them up to the top of the hill at home, strap them on to my winter boots, and push off, shushing straight to the bottom. That was skiing as far as I knew. 

Monday, 5 February 2018

Figuring Out "It Girl" Chic

Clearly I have no idea what chic "it girls" are wearing on the slopes these days. Based on the post I saw on Instagram recently, which actually made me chuckle... just a little... and compared to what I wore skiing on our recent trip to the Laurentians, I am way out of the loop. Not glam enough, with not enough fur trim or shine in my skiing ensemble. But, you know, I'm too old to care about that.

I'm not saying I'm too old to care about how I look. Perish the thought. Just that I've decided that I'm too old to worry about it all the time. Like when I'm skiing. Or doing anything when my appearance is the least of my concerns. Enjoying the fresh air and sunshine, getting fit, taking a break from wearing makeup or worrying about my hair, just having fun... these are my priorities when I'm skiing. Or cycling or camping. 

woman in purple ski hat and vest and sunglasses.
All layered up and make-up free