Bookhou is a collaborative project between a form and function artist and an image and pattern artist. With the use of natural materials they hand make beautiful bags, pouches, and textiles – sold online and in their brick and mortar store in Toronto. Their items are beautifully crafted, in the most memorable yet simplistic designs. A great little shop to buy yourself something nice, or maybe snatch something for a good friend on Christmas.
HAT: Joe Fresh (hand-me down) – SHIRT: Zara (hand-me down) – COAT: The Gap (hand-me down) – TUNIC: PRSPR (was a dress) – LEGGINGS: Joe Fresh – SNEAKERS: Zara
Harlow lives in hand-me heaven, her current most favorite items have all been previously worn by someone she loves. They also happen to be some of my favorites as well, mostly because they come from her brother and it’s cute to see something create a whole new set of memories – but also because they cost me zero dollars and cents. Now if only hand-me down heaven was a place I could sign up to be a member of, because I would be all over that in a heart beat.
I think I should have a PhD in not sleeping, or at the very least an honorary degree. I often feel like I am the title holder of the worst sleeper in history. I am good at a lot of things (a jack of all trades if you please), and also very bad at others – but sleeping, well sleeping is that one thing I am the worst at, in life. Like my tone deaf singing sounds like like an angel serenading someone compared to how badly I stink at sleeping. But I feel like it’s something I can’t actually complain about, since I feel in order to complain you need to place blame, have a reason or have a semi decent story to tell — my usual story “UGHHH I was up all night just thinking about not sleeping, and thinking some more” sounds so beyond lame, though true. When my kids were newborns, the never sleeping made sense – like I was already prepared and seasoned for it – and I suddenly had my reason. I’ve been trying to find ways to reduce my waking hours for like ever, I’ve found a few (and I’m always still searching) but maybe some of my tricks will help you. READ THE FULL POST
He came in the form of the Santa Claus parade, along with a bunch of marching bands and some fun advertisements…I mean floats. King kept asking me all day if the real Santa was going to be there, or if it would be one of those guys dressed up just pretending. I told him, I didn’t know and we’d have to wait and find out together. Those questions sometimes baffle me, I’m not sure how to answer – so I let him decide for him self and I play along. In the end he came to the conclusion that Santa was too busy making toys to be in the parade and he asked a friend to help – much better then my made up answer would have been. This was the best parade year for us, to date – it was super warm out, and the kids were just so excited about every little thing.
My personal favorite is always the bag pipes. Oh the bag pipes, I don’t know what it is but those things make me tear up pretty much every time I hear them – I usually have to hide my face so people don’t see me almost crying for literally no reason at all. The boys loved the marching bands, King was dancing to a drum beat for the rest of the day and Harlow loved the floats. The parade is always the beginning of Christmas excitement for us, we left smiling and went home to cuddle up and watch Elf (the first of many for the season). The perfect end to a weekend and the beginning of Christmas cheer!
When I first starting going to yoga classes, I could feel the impact of a single class for a week. I went pretty casually, usually I just didn’t have time or couldn’t find the time or I didn’t have the money – once a week, once a month sometimes even less. Until this one class a couple years ago, everything just clicked and it sorta felt like home – just call me cliche. Maybe it was the right season in my life, the right moment, or it clicked when I needed it most? I don’t know. But since that class, I instantly changed from going to yoga once in a while, to needing to practice every single day. My “not having the time” excuses fell away (circumstances changed around the same time as my mindset, fancy that one) practicing became a must. All the reasons why I said I couldn’t go before, became the reasons why I needed to go – and the excuses became reminders.
Before, the effects of going to that single class once in a while were so dominate as opposed to now, I seem to feel the effects of not practicing so much more. Don’t get me wrong I still feel totally blissed out, calm, open, stronger and just (sighhh) better after each practice and it carries throughout my day. But since those amazing feelings come with the daily routine of a regular practice (like that is how I am supposed to feel everyday) I can really feel when they are absent. It’s a funny, how something that was once pretty foreign and even a bit scary to me has become such an integral part of my day – that I can literally feel it in everything I do when it’s not there. Sorta like that caffeine headache I get when I don’t have my coffee, but less painful and less loud – something is just missing (I don’t know how to explain it) and I can feel the void in everything I do. Do you every get that feeling about something? I often wish I hit that routine button ages ago!
If you are looking for tips or info on staring to practice yoga, practicing at home, etc – you can find some here.
It’s getting chilly out there so layers are where it’s at. Also boots with a tiny bit of (comfortable) height to them are great when it’s a tad chillier then fall temps but not quite winter boot season – they just lift your foot that much further from the cold concrete. Add a toque (hey, I’m Canadian) to hide that wind blown (or bed headed) hair, some sleek gloves, a comfortable pair of (hide most everything) high waisted skinnies and you are good to go, for anything the day might bring. Happy Monday! It’s Remembrance Day in Canada, a day we all give extra thanks to those brave ones who have fought and continue to fight for our country – lest we forget.