Hair can be such a thing. It can mean a million different things depending on culture, geography, life phase, sex, gender, beliefs; it can go on and on. I get it though. In simplest terms it’s another way to share who you are, how you want to be seen, and what you value. When you actually step back and take a moment to think about it all it’s really a lot to take head on (I couldn’t resist).

I double-checked my calendar and we officially started December 21. For the past few weeks all your buddies have been telling me – pleading really – to see that it’s almost over. They are saying that we are nearly done. Remember when I told you that I’d be honest with you? You do? Okay then. I’m so confused.

Ahhhh. It’s that time of year again. It’s awards season. The he Hollywood Foreign Press' annual Golden Globes are just one stop on the train to the inevitable mack daddy that is the Academy Awards. As host Jimmy Fallon announced Sunday night, the Golden Globes is the, “Biggest party of the year,” for Hollywood insiders. We all know that 2016 was hard. 

Parties that ring in the new year can get a bit overwhelming. All that built up expectation and plans and romance and whatnot. It's a lot. I love New Years parties but every few years I tend to switch it up and head to the mountain. All that fresh air and exercise clears the mind and ensures deep sleep come night. The healing powers of powder, aprés ski, and hot tubs… ahhhhh. I want to grab my gear and hit the road.

Rather than looking back on 2016 with dully-deserved disappointment it may be time to switch gears. 2016 was rough. I’ll, too, save you from the way too sugary sweet and trite #blessed and #grateful posts – though they can be a lovely to take a minute and reflect back with positivity – and get right to what I hope for 2017. I hope there is celebration.

The holidays are a lot (a lot of shopping, food, family, and booze, to be specific). It’s a whole bunch of preparation for a few days to get together with loved ones and make it a magical time. ‘Tis the season. As each person’s traditions – or lack thereof – are different, I’d like to share with you the true gift of the holidays: Christmas fashion. 

Maybe it’s because I was on vacation. Maybe it’s because it’s been so very cold in Calgary. Or maybe it’s because it’s Las Vegas and most things seem better there. No matter the various contributing factors I think I’ve had a style epiphany. Here’s my latest hypothesis: I think 17 degrees Celsius is the most stylish temperature to get dressed in. 

Lululemon’s retail store garment bags tell me to, “Do one thing a day that scares you.” Touché, Lululemon, let’s face a fear. For instance, I could wear Croc shoes. That’s terrifying but a hard pass for me. A gal needs her morals and it’s off topic. I need to meet this particular fear head on. Thus, I’ve created my own multiple-choice style pop quiz. Here’s a few holiday season scenarios where what you wear matters.

With American Thanksgiving, Black Friday, and Cyber Monday in the rear view mirror on this wild ride of living life beautifully it’s time to focus on the most festive - and at times most stressful - time of the year. The holidays! But before we delight at the gifts under the trees, bellies full of turkey and booze, we have to get ready for all the fun. Instead of me telling you to make a list and check it twice wouldn’t it be more fun to be bad?

Escaping for a week to the beach is one of my favourite things to do. It’s got everything I like: the ocean, the sun, and dressing however I damn well please. You get to run away to this strange, yet awesome, mini world that is the all-inclusive. This time, lovely Jamaica has welcomed my pasty ass. Ya mon!

It’s been a tough week. Full honesty, my post election emotional fallout has been quite grey. But I’ve decided it’s time to mop up the puddle I’ve made of myself and move forward. I have to get my mood in check. What I choose to do for myself is dress up. I dress to get myself to where I want to be and in what particular state. If you need some assistance in this are too, here’s my “how-to” guide for dressing for your mood. 

The post I had ready for today was trashed. I, like so many others, was totally shocked as the 2016 American Election results poured in last night. If you asked me a day ago I would have laughed if you told me that was party or leadership I thought I was waking up a neighbour to. I hoped that my neighbours chose love over fear. I dreamed that progress would be the choice of Americans over hate. I wished for a woman in a pantsuit rather than being Trumped.