The only good thing about November is that it is immediately followed by December, which I think perhaps is one of my favourite months of the year. I love the winter, and the snow, and the cold. It affords such quiet, introspective time, and finding interesting ways to keep your world filled with warmth and light always results in such lovely domestic moments with friends and family. We hosted a beautiful party on Saturday night, and my favourite cook completely outdid himself. The night before was perhaps the most fun I’ve ever had shopping at an LCBO (there is only…
That’s my word for the week. I like it. I want to use it to describe myself, but I think that’s one of those words best left to others to use. It always makes me thing of those busty, lipstick-wearing sexy chickens that used to roll with Gonzo from the Muppet Show. If I haven’t said it lately, I love Jim Henson. If I had magical powers, I would raise him from the dead to help Les Coquettes create the most ridiculous burlesque cabaret ever witnessed by people-kind. Plucky. Like a sexy chicken. If you haven’t seen our shows, this…
It turns out that gin is NOT a good remedy for the common cold. Neither is parading about in your unmentionables for two hours in what used to be a baptist church. That’s how I spent my Sunday, with the guys and dolls, doing our thing for the holidays for a packed house. Now I have the post-show blues. For three days my home was overrun with activity preparing for the show. My favourite little elf helped me glue and sew and pack and shuttle, and now life returns to the state we left it in last week. So, I…
It’s gray, and slushy, and snowy, and sleety, and I don’t have to leave this place today, so I’m feeling very grateful. I also feel exactly like the weather. I woke this morning with a stuffy nose, and a sore throat, and a show in four days. So I find myself now staring out the wall of window over the city in a bit of a daze, wondering what the next few days will bring. When you come from a family that is well-versed in the twelve step program, you grow very used to the phrase “one day at a…
Yesterday we bought a Christmas tree, set it up in our living room, went to a pot luck at the girls’ school, and then decorated the tree with all of the decorations we’ve made. I’m a PTA mom. I have children to enjoy the holidays with. I have a family. Every day we are growing, and with the hope that peaceful December brings, I daresay getting stronger. I believe we are getting stronger. The dreamy phase has been paused, and work, and life have sunk their teeth into us, creating some stress and some seriously distracted grown-ups with their faces…
