Friday, 28 December 2018

Reflections on 2018... Wardrobe Wise.

The week between Christmas and New Years is a good time for reflection, don't you think? And for the past couple of years I've spent some time doing just that during this week of metaphorical treading of water, this week of skiing and eating, reading and lolling, and listening to Hubby shout from the living room about a hockey goal, or not a goal. 

This time last year, and the one before, I reflected on my wardrobe, and in particular on my shopping habits. I totted up my purchases for the previous year to see how I had measured up in my quest to become a more ethical shopper. I'd read an article in Bust Magazine that the average American shopper in 2013 purchased seventy items of apparel. Seventy. And I wanted to see how I stacked up. In 2016, I bought twenty-six new pieces of clothing, accessories, and footwear. And in 2017 that number was almost unchanged at twenty-five. You can read those two posts here and here

three shots of a woman in jeans, scarf, and white down jacket
Out and about lately in navy and cream.

Friday, 21 December 2018

Merry Christmas, From Us

We've had some Christmas tree controversy in our house this year, folks. I've struggled trying to decide on a name for our tree. It's an adorable little tree, perfectly round, and sweetly shaped. I initially decided to name him Boris. 

"Boris?" my mum said in dismay over the phone last week. "That's a harsh name to pin on a little tree isn't it?" "Well, maybe it's Boris as a youngster," I replied, "When he's little, and roly-poly, and everyone loves him. You know, before he takes over the Politburo. Or makes all those scary movies. Or helps to engineer Brexit" 

Okay, maybe she did have a point.

Man squeezing a Christmas tree through a door from outside
Boris comes in from the cold. Ha. Russian joke there. 

Monday, 17 December 2018

Over the Backyard Fence: Musings on Friendship.

When I was a kid, my sister used to laugh at how much my friend Debbie and I talked on the phone. She was right; we were always on the phone. Through elementary school, and most of high school, we talked on the phone every afternoon, or evening, about what had transpired at school during the day. 

I remember my sister saying she had a vision of Debbie's and my future. We'd be like Lucy and Ethel. We'd both be married with small kids; our houses would be next door to each other; the supper would burn, and the kids would run wild while Debbie and I talked and talked over the backyard fence. Ha. Despite the dated preconceptions, I still love that image.

two girls laughing in a photo booth
Grade eight in the photo booth at Zellers. 

Friday, 14 December 2018

Going Cold Turkey: Two Weeks Without Eye Make-up

It's highly ironic, I'd say, that just when I get my make-up professionally done, learn new tricks to help my aging skin look brighter, purchase a few new products and learn new ways to use the old ones, including eye shadow, I have my eye operated on and have to go for weeks without eye make-up. 

That's right, since my cataract surgery, I've gone cold turkey. Not a thing applied to my lids or lashes. Nothing. Nada. Zip. For two whole weeks. Gasp.

three young women in Regency period dress
Misses Marianne, Margaret, and Elinor Dashwood are my inspiration. Sense and Sensibility, 1995.

Sunday, 9 December 2018

Travel Without Breaking the Bank

When I was young, I always thought how wonderful it would be to travel to far away places. To hike mountains in another hemisphere, ride a camel, or sail around tropical islands. To walk the cobbled streets of towns and cities, and see the same sights that I'd read about in books. But really, I thought, how would I ever be able to do all that? Travel was for the wealthy. Wasn't it?

Sunset camel ride on the beach in Broome, Australia
Funny, isn't it, how you can get things so wrong when you're a kid?

Wednesday, 5 December 2018

New Tricks

Be honest. How do you feel about running a brush through your hair in the morning, maybe gathering it into a ponytail or stuffing in under a toque, then pulling on your clothes, and heading out into the wide world completely barefaced? All you, nothing else but you, un-retouched, except for sunscreen. If that's your daily normal, then I salute you. Me... I'm way too chicken. Unless I'm going skiing, fishing, canoeing, or walking the trails, I don't show my face in public without make-up. And I haven't since I was in high school.

Of course, the way I make up my face has changed a lot over the years. Make-up itself has changed, fashion has changed, and I've changed (a whole lot) since I received my first mini-make-up kit from my big sister for Christmas when I was in grade nine. And for the past few years, learning to make-up my old(er) face has required me to learn quite a few new tricks. 

profile of woman in burgundy sweater,wearing dark lipstick
All made-up and no party to attend tonight.