The past weekend some new friends, the Sweets and I visited the Montmorency Rapids, a 45-minute drive up from Quebec City. Nature’s yoga for you. Gorgeous landscapes and snow playing blast with pals.

In Canda, you have to dress up to the harsh weather especially if spending the entire day outdoors. This does set a challenge to the flare freaked fashionista in me. Enter some cold vogue tricks. Feather earrings – they add funky color, are light and not bothersome cold like big metal jewelry could be. Also, grab your rock-the-dance floor-hand bag along for that little extra sparkle. The hubs thought I was crazy… I said “non chéri, just want to give my outfit that something little sweetness”.

An inviting and communication-opening smile is any fashionista’s best accessory. It heals your soul, too.

What’s at the end of your rainbow? Mine is a pink and bubbly bliss.

Newly Canadian. Snow kissing our cheeks. Having a fresh, exiting new start. So many things to discover.

Bite the ice… The honey said that walking on snow was like cracking up a macaroon‘s crisp surface. A Parisian has his references, say he what may.

What a tranquil moment. Time to pause and to enjoy. Gather sweet snowflake pieces of memory gold. I loved the day. We laughed, ate fries and hot dogs, climbed up and down the valley, warmed up with some mulled wine. Cheeks sweetly burning after the breezy day. This is life. Simply. Now onto the week’s busyness. Sending a breeze sugar-powder your way…

Post modern gals shake it up… mix and match as we see fit. Pop art with my two style icons. Black and Bambi keg embracing from Kate, sexy lady simmering à la Marilyn. Mid winter needs a boost, red lips and accents rock it off.

Prints are lurking around the spring’s corner. They’ll swing tribal. Dance to floral tunes, naturally. Also jump on mirroring. Marilyn on my bosom… I’m ready to let the lady in me free.

I have struggled with a stiff and painful diaphragm. I’m reading an interesting book on how our bodies feel what we do or not want to sense emotionally. Diaphragm symbolizes our sentiments of ourselves, and the difficulty to let others close to our inner most being. It is also an area where questions of power and control are dealt. Daring to open up leads to freer sensations. Increased inner harmony. Our pain talks to us. It is a message. We should slow down and listen.

Okay, I curved it up a little here. J.Lo style. As in practicing to be a form-ful lady again. Daring to have my cake…

Here in Quebec City life is about taking it sensual. The crispy cold incites me to make extra effort in dressing up sensual. Ice bars have sprung up all over downtown since the the Winter Carnival kick off on Saturday. Drinks come in real ice glasses. I savored the local specialty – The Moose, hot red wine with maple syrup liqueur.

Check out my new smartphone case. The sweetheart knows her chick’s penchant for pink. Everytime I grab the magic device, I smile. Little pleasures make life.

I have decided to beat any nasty anorexia temptations with a sexy attitude. Paying extra attention on spurring the girl in me. Letting this chick be free to live life fully – with energy, flavors and fun time out with new friends. How do you celebrate your body and life? What are your boosts?

Red rosy hugs to sweet You!

Art by Susa

Marilyn&John print shirt, Etam pants, Bata pumps, Devernois purse

This spring will be about boho chic. Or grunge preppy, if you prefer. The good gal getting out there in creamy vanilla-cappucino-strawberry shake-colors and having a flower power, champagne shaded moment.

Here is a bubbly drop, my latest painting… Can you sense the Canadian influence?

Lots has been going on in my life… In the midst, working up that sexy attitude.  Feeling like a la-day in my skinny jeans. Leg hugging stuff – yay – and put it into good use. Feel the cat queen in you roar!

So, I found a new job! I am again teaching English to adults. I missed being a trainer. It was titillating hopping back in front of a class. They asked me if I was an artist… I was stunned. “What made you think so?’ was I able to mutter. “Everything in you. The way you talk, your clothes and earrings, not to mention your funny fur bag.” Aren’t unexpected human encounters the best?

A chick has to get crazy, too…

Quebec City has a few nice bars to go out for a 5 à 7… happidy-hey hours, huh! But so far champagne hasn’t fizzed in my glass… kissable cherry mojitos, yep. Smack!

Don”t you love Enrique Inglesias’ latest? I am pure bubbles… dirty dancer, oh là là!

Art by Susa

Quebec City vintage dress shirt, Pimkie jeans and sequined belt, Naf Naf scarf, Riviera pumps, London vintage necklace

Here is my newest creation Fashion Dust Cocktail – a dose of vodka, some pink Crush cream soda (in Europe you could use Sprite) and a girly touch with a cocktail stick through a marshmallow and a jelly bean. The drink is sweet, yet the vodka bites off some of the tang. It is light-spirited, giving you the welcomed January jump. I accompanied my snow white Cosmo with some marinated mushrooms and other dipping veggies. Several wheat thins and pickles were also seen on stage.

Did you watch the Golden Globes? I did and savored the glamour and joyous moments. It is a quality being able to rejoice for others’ success and sweet moments. Jealousy is the core of a lot of mental bugs. Eating disorders can stem from feeling inferior – fatter and less of a success. Yet if I find true love in me, I am confident that this is my special being. The way I look. My forms and curves. My unique shape.

Let’s encourage people around us to be themselves. Inside and out. Rude and pushy remarks serve for nothing. Only positivity will change the world. One cocktail at a time, we can celebrate life and each sweet other. I love you, loves! Mushy mushy, I know.  But hey, this is my blog and that is Me!

Art by Susu

Photos of Quebec City, Canada

This spring is about black and white sweetly in lace! Look at Valentino – take snow soft and licorice yummy! Or Vuitton… I heart this trend for its chic and timeless elegance.

Moving to another country and starting a new job has had me ponder upon self love. Why do I question myself so rapidly? Low lone love.

Shallow self-esteem is largely about a mental habit. The way I view myself. Heavy baggage gathered along the road when things didn’t go that rosily. I remember and I remind myself. I am my worst critic. I gather information supporting the negative feelings I macerate. I fear embarrassment. Failure. Not being perfect. I feel tense and anxious. Do you recognize this? Hope not, but I don’t think I am not alone.

So what I need to do is to start checking and replacing my negative habits with healthier ones.  I long to live free. Get a realistic perspective about myself.

The first goal of this year: Try to imagine how you would like to think about yourself, and act accordingly.

Lace up for the weekend… or treat yourself to something sweet and soft! Drop me a line if ever feeling like chatting more. I am here and I desire to be a supporting sister.

With snow tender love from Quebec.

Art by Susa

Camaieu dress, Riviera vintage bolero, Naf Naf bag, Andiamo pumps, C&A earrings

Photo by night: Castle of Fontenac, Quebec City, Canada