Blog Theft

Love: No need for art frames when you have beautiful family photos to blow up. This is so cute. When I have kids the house is going to be abnoxiously plastered with giant photos of my babies.

Love: When I look at this I feel a warm breeze and I smell fresh lemon. Mmmm! Aahh!

Love/Hate: This is half cool and half terrible. The fun part is ANYone could do this look because we all have old ugly mismatched linens lying around.

Hate: What?

Hate: I'm going to cry myself to sleep tonight over how anorexic or bulemic Emma Roberts is. Look at this poor girl's legs. Worse is how the original caption on this photo says nothing about it.

Love: frame montage crazy haunted-house chic

Love: Fun recipe- pieces of banana dipped in melted chocolate from leftover chocolate bars stashed in the pantry. Sprinkled with other leftovers from the pantry like nuts, cornflakes, oreos..chill overnight and serve.

Love: Amy Adams' dress at the oscars

Love: another simple and delicious recipe idea-blueberries, walnuts, nectarines and blue cheese scrunched up all together for a desert or a snack. 

Love: Black bean soup Recipe

You will need (all bought at Trader Joe's except the sherry):1 or 2 tablespoons of olive oil16 oz. container of fresh salsa
1 16 oz. can of organic refried beans
1 or 2 (depending on how hearty you like it) 16 oz. cans of organic black beans, rinsed well and drained
1 cup of water (more or less) or vegetable stock
Optional: 1 or 2 tablespoons of sherry
Optional: sour cream for garnish

1. Heat olive oil into a large pot. Pour your fresh salsa into the olive oil, stir. Add refried and black beans into the salsa mixture and stir until the lumps are removed.

2. Add as much water ( or vegetable stock) as needed to get the texture you want. Warm slowly (so the beans don't stick to the pot).

Optional: add the sherry just before serving.
Also optional: Add a dollop of sour cream to the bowls just before serving.
Note: I think this is sufficiently salty as is but feel free to add salt if you think it needs it.

LOVE: Cate Blanchett's polarizing Oscar dress

Hate: What is happening to Emma Stone?

Love: Do it yourself bracelets

Love: I want this blown up in..my bathroom?

Love: Using this iconic Ikea shelf as a shoe closet.

Love: Julianne Moore's bathroom. Not the worst looking place in the world.

Love: Kate Beckinsale's dress at Vanity Fair Oscar party

Hate: Kate Bosworth in this photo. Why is it cool to look this sick?

Love: This.

Hate: Too short, too square, too much the exact same color as her body.

Hate: too short, too square, not fitting quite right..also the makeup clashes with the hair

Love: Old men in heels

Love: Doily covered shoes

Love: Bright blue shoes

Gratefully borrowed from...

Because I'm Addicted

Design and Sponge

The Vogue Diaries

Glamourai

Florence my Love

One of my favorite songs of all time. As made famous by the killer Eat Pray Love trailer. One of the least killer movies ever. I still dance to this in my kitchen every single day.

Nuit Blanche, Breakfasting and New Earings

Nuit Blanche in Vieux Montréal. Or as they call it here- "le vieux"

(everybody in montreal hates le vieux but its completely beautiful)

Anne et Joannie

2:30 am monster crowd

Notre Dame Cathedral

New antique-style earings so apropo to wear in "le vieux" (Forever 21- 3.99 haha)

Déli Jo, just a 5 minute walk from our apartment, new favorite breakfast place. 

Delcious mushroom-brie egg benedict.

Bestest favoritest breakfast place: any kind of breakfast at, organized by or involving the Marions.

Saturday morning at Joannie's (just a few minutes walk from our place also)

Missing Order

I miss everybody back home. I do. But as I approach my one-month anniversary of being here in Montreal, one at a time, they have been scaling up from the basic 'Miss' level to the 'Really Miss' level in my 'Missing Gamut'.

And it's funny the order of who's been going from 'miss' to 'really miss'. Mostly because the first one to cross over to my higher level of missing or 'really miss' was my dog Bosco. I never thought I would 'miss' a dog. I miss this bitch. No, I really miss this bitch! Its ridiculous. She's a dog. But all I want to do is cuddle her and poke at her floppy black lips and sniff her fur.

It's funny- maybe if we're to break this down psychologically, it makes sense that (specially a woman) would be most deeply attached to whatever creature she most takes care of, most depends on her. Like a child. Bosco is the equivalent, not to my external common sense but to my subconscious psyche, of a daughter to me. Anyways, she was the first...creature to enter 'really miss'.

Next? Still not Casey (oops), still not my mom...but my Mémére. I was triggered, again by a song that came up on those automatically-generated playlists on my iPod while I was doing the dishes. It was some obscure song I had used for a scene in Mémére Métisse. A scene where I'm just hanging out in Memere's kitchen (which was eventually, rightfully, deleted).  Click on the photo below to see the scene.

It made me cry a bit and wish so deeply that I was just hanging out in Mémére's kitchen, drinking tea, picking at her peppermint jar and seeing Pépére tout étendu on the couch watching CBC in the mini-living room.

Next up? This one is weird too. I missed my gay Osborne Village Safeway Starbucks guy, Jason. What the hell? There's people that I obviously like-LOVE, that haven't arrived to the 'really miss' room and this Jason guy is in there with my dog and my grandmother. Yes, he's the funnest, friendliest Barista in Winnipeg, but really? Why do I miss him? This is getting really weird. I'm going to have a dream tonight of my dog, my Mémére and Jason hanging out together, I know it.