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Those Good Old Days

Montreal, Canada

Is it just me or does it already feel like our current snowy landscape has been around for an eternity. Winter has come folks, and I’ve grown so pale I’m blending into the background perfectly. With the exception of my nostrils of course which have been brutalized by tissues to the point where…let’s just say I could probably start raising money for HIV/AIDS research by selling them in their new colourway. I no longer remember a time where I could breath properly, or could climb a flight of stairs without being out of breath, and am constantly either hypothermic or sweating profusely without ever finding a happy medium. Remember when Joey’s weird roommate Eddie on Friends turned out to be a dehydrating maniac, well I’m pretty sure I could only feel dryer by living in his fruit torturing machine.

Ok you get it, I’m congested, thermally unbalanced, and in dire need of some kind of humid climate. It’s crazy how every year Winter surprises us Canadians as if we’ve never lived here before. I find myself saying “was it  this cold last year” on the daily, and don’t understand how my ancestors didn’t take mater into their own hands decades ago and move their future descendants to the Bahamas. Not sure if they were given options before getting on the boat from Ireland, but if they were, let’s just say they made a big mistake…HUGE. In these moments there are only so many things a girl can do. I’ve resorted to venting on the internet, spending most days in my basement playing Super Mario Odyssey, and reflecting on the good old days when the grass was still visible and not slowly dying under think sheets of powdered cold stuff. Speaking of which these photos, were taken in the end of September, where if I recall correctly, I began complaining about it being a little chilly. If only I knew then what I know now….

Christian Dior necklace, Balmain cargo vest, dress from Winners, Prada Cahier bag, and Tod’s creepers.

Paris

Paris, France

I have a feeling today’s post is going to get a little cheesy. Paris, the city of love. What can I say that hasn’t possibly been said about you already. You are one of my favourite places to visit, as everytime I return you bring back millions of warm and fuzzy memories. From the first visits with my parents who showed me your nooks and crannies and the beauty hidden behind every arrondissement, to my first kiss in the Eiffel tower with the love of my life, you really are the most magical city in the world…told you I’d bring the cheese…

When we returned for this particular visit, it all came back to me again, especially as we visited your sites as a family the way we first had all those years ago. There is nothing like spending time with loved ones in a setting like this one, because those memories really do last forever.

During this time of year especially, I always find myself a little emotional listening to Christmas music and looking back at images captured of my favourite people in one of my favourite places. This is exactly what I did while looking over to edit these photos, and I gotta say the warm fuzzies definitely made an appearance, perhaps a little tear here and there too.

All this to say, social media is great incentive to capture your daily routine of pretty things with white backgrounds, but don’t forget to capture the moments that really matter and will help you relive the good old days after years pass. Trust me no flatlays or what you had for lunch 2 weeks ago will bring back the laughter and happiness of a moment spent together…ok, that photo of lunch might bring back a little joy but that’s besides the point… Happy holiday season everyone!

Saint-Laurent sunnies,  Essentiel Antwerp matching separates, Christian Dior bag, and Vans Old Skools.

Marbella

Marbella, Spain

Hello my little chickens! I realize that these blog posts are getting fewer and farther between and it is something I’d love to rectify! I’ve noticed many of my favourite bloggers, the very same people who inspired me to start this little labour of love, also started concentrating their daily effort on Instagram rather than blogging and I was wondering how you, my readers felt about it. Do you enjoy getting a deeper look into my daily life and looks on social media and YouTube or do you miss the frequent posts on the platform that started it all? I’d love to know so please feel free to slip into my inbox or DMs and tell me your thoughts!

Now time to tell you about our time in Marbella. After a week of Ibiza EDM BPMs thumping in my brain 24/7, it was the vacation from our vacation we didn’t know we needed. We were originally supposed to only stay 4 days…which turned into 7 days…which turned into 8 when I accidentally booked an early morning flight thinking it was a late afternoon flight, only realizing my mistake while on our way to the airport. Whoops. Easy to say my family was thrilled. We finally took some time to be together and enjoy the beachside vacation we thought we were in for from the get go. I told you…I have tourist guilt or FOMO as the kids call it these days, so spending some time laying by the water was quite the feat for me. Also gave me a chance to wear the bikini/cover up combos I had curated for the vacation including this little overalls set from Zimmermann. One thing is for certain, the next time we visit Spain, and there absolutely HAS to be a next time, Marbella will be on my list…and probably for all of our future eurotrips to come until the end of time.

Don’t forget to check out our MARBELLA VLOG to see it all unfold!


Dior necklace, Zimmermann bathing suit and overalls, Goyard bag, and Gucci slip ons.

Ibiza

Ibiza, Spain

I used to go out a lot. Like most rebellious teenyboppers of the Paris Hilton/Lindsay Lohan era, my idea of a good time used to be standing on chair or table (settling for wtv was available at the time) while  sweating profusely with my arms in the air, and my butt low to the ground dancing to David Guetta vs. The Egg’s “Love Don’t Let Me Go”. Am I showing my age? Since then the concept of going out has me tired just thinking about it. The getting dressed, putting my face on, ordering an uber, driving in the stinky uber, getting in the place, arguing to get a better table, sitting for a large portion of the evening on my phone waiting for a song I don’t hate to come on, also going to bed at four has lost it’s appeal…it just sounds exhausting.  K, now I’m really showing my age. All that being said, you’re probably thinking then why the hell would you go to the EDM capital of the world Claude? The answer is…a mix of the nostalgia of the good old days, and it’s sunny there. If you know anything about me you’d know that when I put my mind up to something, I always give it 110% and Ibiza was no different. I was going to commit to Ibiza, and have the best time ever, even if it meant my old lady body would have to take the rest of our vacation to recover….and boy did it.

I don’t want to bore you with all the mind blowing details so here’s our vlog from my 26th birthday week on the island that never sleeps…CLICK ME

One thing is certain…

We had fun. The kind of fun you have at a music festival when you’re feeling free in a field, dancing to your favourite band, during that golden hour. I mean sure, did I order 2AM espressos at Pacha waiting for David Guetta to go on, yes, but I danced and stayed up until 6AM, so grandma felt pretty cool. Since we’ve been back everytime I hear a Kygo song I start planning my birthday for next year. Hoping I can take my friends to the island and dance to Stargazing together at Ushuaia. Not sure how feasible that’s going to be but, hey a girl can always dream. All I know is Ibiza hasn’t seen the last of this old broad.


Saint-Laurent sunnies, For Love and Lemons dress, Loewe panda bag, and Vans Old Skools.

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