Dec. 23.

Sweet Chanel-Luxe-Bubble Bath Xmas

Three weeks passed in my new homeland Canada. The Sweetie and I are spending the holidays just the two of us. The first of a kind! The plan is to get foods we each fancy, watch a movie and cuddle. On Christmas Day morning I will head to an English-speaking church I recently found. After all the relocation ruffles, some quiet time seems superb. I am going for sushi - interestingly here they call sushi what in Europe is referred to as maki. I desire the non-seaweed-wrapped kind. The papery texture of seaweed isn’t a big love of mine. Along with my Nippon treats, I will savor some red wine – a bottle that would cost 5 dollars in France is tripled here. Maybe my wine affection will have to slow down a tad. New country means different pleasures. Maple syrup cookies are excellent.

Chanel will be on the menu, too. In the form of a lipstick. Tiny treats are as delicious as big ones. I shall redden my lips to feel glam girly. Hop in the bubble bath. Read the Canadian Elle. One has to get accustomed, non?

I took the pictures around Quebec City. The holiday magic sure is jazzing. It makes me want to stand still, outside, and breathe un bon coup – a deep one. Life is here and now. I am blessed to prance through every day. Not always rosy, but real and fully felt.

My fashion choices for the Christmas weekend shall twirl around glittery things. I find nothing more luxurious and festive. Golden sprinkled high heels. A silver dusted dress.

Remember, take your time this festive pause! If so inclined, meditate on the very beginning of Christmas. Let the message softly speak to you. Wherever, whenever. It doesn’t have to be in a church. Treat yourself to a non-food pleasure, too. Be careful about eating mindfully. Indulge, but just to the point where you still feel nicely full. If you are like most, and do overeat. Take it easy. Go out for a walk and wait as long as it takes for your hunger to step back in.

Sweet kind glamorous hugs to every lovely a cupcake! You shall be a part of my doings… dearly in my thoughts.

 

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Dec. 20.

Tell Me Your Dream

So here it is… my new blog name Be Inspired! More info here on the changes.

In the mornings I take care of my job search. Send out applications and call places. Then have lunch – built around a hearty sandwich with lots of boosting veggies. Subsequently… a wide open space! A feeling that life purposely provides me with a window of soul-search possibilities. A chance to sit down and ask myself – who are you and what do you wish to do from now on?

A huge question. An enormous possibility. I am out of the daily hurdles. So if I carefully maneuver, I should get where I wish. For me that is a job which inspires me to give my best. Simple as that. Is it in international relations, fashion, art or writing… what really matters is that the titillating sentiment is there. Then all shall be sweet. Roll on naturally.

So who am I… a person with passion. I can move mountains if I am encouraged. A kind heart. My desire in life is to sparkle up at least one person’s journey, every day. I am an artistic persona. I need to paint, draw, write, dance – express myself and chase the creative winds out of my system – before they huff me over. I am a tender heart. Easily discouraged. I fall as fast as I get up. I feel full speed.

Today I am writing to inspire you to embrace your soft, dreamer side. Whatever your desire is, do not let go off it! I wanted to live in Florida and Paris, teach fitness and dance, marry a Frenchman, live a veritable international life (so far Finland, the U.S., France and Canada)… and these have all come true. People will tell you no, but surround yourself with folks who say yes. They are difficult to come across, but not impossible. I am one of them. I support you. Tell me what your dream is, and I’ll find out with you how to get there by little, tangible steps!

Let’s talk about dreams… wow! Psst… I had a job interview at an art gallery. The result – I will work there for two days this week. To see how it goes.

Art by Susu

Photos from Montreal, Canada, and Marseille, France

Dec. 16.

Kind Glamour

In Paris certain things – like sizes and smiles – are generally tiny. You have to fight for your place in the metro. With the suitable urban ‘ain’t gonna talk to ya’ face. Now that I am on the freer Canadian prairies, I have a sensation of breathing more easily. Even unknown folks smile at me, respond to my friendly face. I went ice-skating yesterday and made some contact with fellow skaters. Just by being positive-looking, and then going to chat to them.

I have always rebelled against the sulking face fashion modeling. Why would you have to look mean and wear black – I love it, but hey, all the time – to be respected. Yet this is what I often saw amongst fash’ folks in Paris at runway shows or store events. I claim vogue back to kind girls and boys. People with a sweet heart, along with a desire to enjoy lighter pleasures like glitzy clothes. Why couldn’t we be deep and not-that-much at the same time? Get our doctorate’s and know the latest hypes.

I got some useful career counsel yesterday. Now I have to adjust my resume, then start firing out applications. International relations and English teaching are what my mentor confirmed as my spots. If any writing opportunities should hop along the line, I wouldn’t refuse, but let’s keep first things first.

I got these faux fur boots. My first Canadian clothes’ crush. How cute is that. The vest just had to follow. The baby blue nails are reminding me to stay bubbly. Things do feel a lot bouncier than when I last posted. Your comments were just so heart-warming. I keep reading them over and over! Oh, and I do also have another crush… on Crush. It is like drinking down liquid marshmallows.

Have yourself a moment today – when you stop everything for a minute and just listen, feel and smell. Tell me how it made you feel!

Limité faux fur vest, Helsinki vintage top, Etam pants, Aldo shoes

Photos from the Old City, Quebec City