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Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

My bestie Elodie and I took a day trip to Montreal. One Sunday as we met at Starbucks, I was a bit under the weather and Elodie came up with the idea. She picked me up in the morning and we rode and babbled the three hours that it takes from Quebec City to hit the Southern metropolis.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

We did see a fashion and craft exhibition but the best offerings were found at the conference center which happened to host a fashion and handmade products fair. The above are soaps – the smells were delish!

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

A kiss… A smack… the French way! It is Montreal after all. I get a kick out of geometrical things like these. My Scandinavian side maybe. Pure lines entice me.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Chocolate therapy… or is it the shoe one? Shopaholic or chocaholic – choose your camp, or not.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

A girls’ day is always such a booster. Seeing pretty things and having the time just to be together. We grabbed a leisurely lunch and took the time to linger on in the city.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Capturing the moment – you, (sex?) and the City. I love the concept. I’m a sucker for pics, anyway. You know that by now.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

We also bumped into a fashion show. A sure treat for this fashionista. The clothes weren’t that “state of the art” but I appreciate any fashion happening flowing my way.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Elodie all smiles as usual! I love her bubbly energy. Cozy and chic in her earmuffs. Remember – we got them together.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

My another guilty pleasure – fur. Faux by preference, may that be mentioned. Should I come across any softy hairy stuff, I just have to fidget.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Here. Now. Happy. That’s already a big victory.

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

Girrrlz Indulge in Montreal

A smack to you my dear reader! What are things that make your life sweeter?

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston is a real tea party place. I like the NYC-kind East Coast vibes – but with a higher sense of security and sophistication. I followed the Red Trail that takes you to all historical sights. I shopped some snazzy shoes and popped in at Mike’s, a famous Italian pastry shop. Picture below with the Sweets and the sweet.

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

With my chic travel companion Caroline. She joined the Mike’s goodie box carrying crowd.

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Notice the canoli wide smile.

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston YummiesLots of yummies at the indoor market place Quincy Market.

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Boston Yummies

Refreshing times, away from the everyday hurdles with some dear friends.

Forever 21 jacket, Limite sweater, Zara pants,

Cupcakes and Tulle

Tutu tangos… inviting me to twist. Ballet is so engraved in me, I guess. What can I do?

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Here is Jason Wu’s this season’s collection – good girl gone bad, but just a pinch. A-line flowy hems. Airy textures. Skin kissing softness. “I wanted to make a collection that sort of balanced, just teetered on that line, of sexy but still sophisticated,” Wu said. So down this Susu’s style alley…

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I have gotten more clients for my company. It’s sweet to see my business develop. Working for myself feels more fulfilling. There is more purpose to my doings. Regularly, I try to stop and ponder upon how my life is today. More relaxed compared to a few years back. I have space to do meaningful work. I have more control over my schedule. I have time to be creative – write about fashion and do art.

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Listing all the sweet tiny things that I am surrounded by, and trying to remember not to stay depressed when the tough moment hits. Feeling super happy, and then quite sad. But joy will win. I’ve decided. Love you, for being here, for sharing my little life!

Hot Stuff

What if we all felt so-oo sexy, all of a sudden…

Struck a pose, just because.

Giggled away. A time or two.

My dear Anne and her wondrous cupcakes. Pecan caramel. Melt away, will ya!

A night out at friends’. BBQ and funny home-made films.

I picked up the cutie in the very middle.

Life after anorexia is generous. It eats cupcakes that dear friends lovingly bake. It feels all sizzling and sexy. Weird saying that out loud, yet these are very the words that heal and soothe. The paroles that keep the girl away from relapsing. Guys driving by and honking their horns. Calling you sex-ay. When a bone bag… this ain’t the deal.

Go ladies, show your figures… and most of all, show You!

Dynamite top, Limité skirt, Spring pumps

 

Candy Galore

If there is something screwy I love, it is googling sweet treat pictures. Call me flaky, huh. Also, every evening I have to have my candy snatch. Otherwise I sulk. At the moment I’m late night blasting with jelly beans and marshmallows. Would my lactose-intolerance allow, I’d be nibbling on peanut butter cups. Only in enzyme-functioning dreams. Yeah.

Candy makes me happy. English licorice is a lifetime love. Maybe I ought to get meself a candy tee?

Sweet treat colored nails are of actuality. Playing with lace is of my liking, alike. I heart the attention my cropped, sexy hand wear gets… unfailingly. Somehow, I enjoy clothes induced drama. It is like an everyday stage up. I am far from superficial – dare to put it out here – but play away with frocks just for the fun of it. It makes my daily do-dos a dash more dulcet.

What I adore about the folks here in Quebec City is their openness. I often get compliments on my attire. The other day, as I ordered my Stardust coffee, the moka gal told me “how chic she found my hat”. These little sprinkles make life sweeter.

What do you think about the oh-so-popular American trend of coupling up sweet and salty? Like the above pretzel cupcakes. I’m debating. If ever anyone needed a lactose-free cupcake guinea piglet, I’m ready and willing!

What about Chanel cupcakes? Going twice and even three times.

Or what would you say about pics where the caramel just flo-oh-ows out? Or where the chewiness is teethhable?

I have now accumulated ten paintings, since my move to Canada in December. My goal is to brush away up to fifteen pieces, make a photo book and go hunting for a gallery where to organize my exhibit. A candy buffet at the opening would only be appropriate, non?