Good things: The Hip Traveller

Good things:

The Hip Traveller launched today, a fabulous travel web site with an article from my portfolio in it.

Also, Small Sprial Notebook’s first Print Edition is now out. This is terribly exciting for me as it was the first magazine cover I’ve done (which I wrote about here).

I believe in the cycle of support and not in the worry of competition. I believe if I want to continue to have a career in writing and in art, I must support it with either time, donations, work or purchases.

April 5th, 2004 / Noted in Links & Loves, Travels

Happy Birthday to Me

At 11am, we walked into the Four Seasons Henri V with our backpacks in tow and checked into a very large, cosy and terribly elegant suite. There were two things that surprised me with this room; the first was that within minutes of our arrival a maid in full uniform (including hat!) knocked on our door to ask if we needed help unpacking our clothes and laying them in the room (a separate closet). I had to keep from smiling as I said no, I think we could manage. The second surprise was when I walked deeper into our suite, I noticed a small table by the window in which there was a bottle of champagne chilling and two delicious looking pastry sweets, as well as very fine china and silverware.

If you’re going to celebrate a 30th birthday, this is the way to go. The champagne was popped open and the desserts eaten and already I felt wonderful – and it wasn’t even noon.

We decided to wander about Paris. As it was my birthday and I was still recovering from being quite ill the day before, all I wanted to do was hop from cafe to cafe, which we did. It was a rather lazy afternoon and around supper we strolled back to the hotel where I headed down to the guest-only spa. A rather stout madame massaged any and all cares away and afterwards I sat curled like a baby in the quiet room; a bed with private headphones, draped in a silk canopy and fluffy pillows and silk sheets. After that I sat at a table, sipped fine herbal tea and snuck chocolates into my pockets.

The time had flown by and when I lazily made my way to my room I discovered that in 30 minutes we were to be in Montmartre to meet up with Clotilde and her Maxence. A quick dash of lipgloss, a thrown on shawl and we were headed out the door for the metro, arriving only a few minutes late.

Clotilde greeted us at a tiny little candle lit restaurant whose menu was incredible. We ate and chatted for hours. I received my third surprise that night when Clotilde had secretly told the restaurant it was my birthday and they brought over 4 little desserts with candles. A quick song to celebrate, another quick blow of the candles and then the chopping of the desserts to share. I didn’t want the night to end but because we were metro dependant, we would have to leave shortly.

We followed Clotilde and Maxence back to their flat where I sipped fabulous tea and chatted even more before like Cinderella on her fancy ass night out, I had to dash for the metro.

We arrived late at the hotel, tired, happy and terribly well fed and I thought to myself that this was the best birthday I had ever had. I hadn’t received one present but I felt like I had everything and more. I decided to indulge on more time and in the best bathtub ever, had the best and longest bath ever.

I fell asleep somewhere around 3AM, content, happy and a little bit older.

I think everyone should live well daily but indulge in a bit of luxury and extravagance when the situation calls for it. Because it feels amazing to wake up the day after with a huge smile and wonderful memories.

February 17th, 2004 / Noted in Links & Loves, Travels

Simple luxuries

I often think myself rich because of the little luxuries I indulge myself in.

Things such as putting my oversized terry robe in the dryer in the morning and then wearing it all warm as soon as it comes out. Making a fort in the lounge area, having the window slightly cracked and listening to the rain pelt against the roof. Watching the woodpecker, chickadee and flinches eat on my balcony. Walking for an hour on a sunny day. Carefully arranging three bouquets of tulips in a little vase he bought me (and also the first gift he gave me) six years ago. Browsing through new books. Hot chocolate at midnight. Reading magazines in bed under a fluffy duvet. Painting for an hour in the afternoon, just because. A new pen and journal. Seeing Robins and feeling hopeful about Spring. Buying a fabulous little pin for my jacket. Eating a pain au chocolate whilst window shopping. Afternoon naps. Taking a late night bath in a tub that�s filled with wonderful bath products. A pale yellow mini skirt from my favourite store. Writing a travel newsletter at dawn. A date at the caf� which involves a caf� au lait and pie.

These things, while simple, give me so much satisfaction and cost little and better yet, are always easy to do. And while doing them, I always think to myself, this is the good life.

January 29th, 2004 / Noted in Everyday Words, Links & Loves

Gift of time

It was on a Christmas day that I came up with my plan; I was no longer going to buy gifts that people didn’t need just for the sake of it. I would no longer shop in malls, buy trinkets or gadgets and wrap something up for the sake of holiday.

Instead, I decided that I would give the gift of time and since that Christmas, that’s exactly what I’ve done.

My flirty hair friend’s birthday is just two days before mine, and I told her for her birthday she would get the gift of time from me, and that’s what I wanted in return from her. This lead us to spending taking a day trip into Vancouver, British Columbia where we had massages at a swank spa, followed by afternoon tea. We spent the day dishing, relaxing and enjoying each others company; it was the best birthday gift ever.

With mother’s day approaching, I told my mum that I would give her the gift of time. She said she wanted to visit with me and spend time together. This means we’ll have a weekend of catching up, hitting nurseries, playing in IKEA and sitting in far too many cafes. I mentioned this idea to my father, whose birthday is shortly and he thought it fantastic. I offered him the gift of time as well and that anything he wanted to do together, we’d do. Without hesitation, he replied, “Horsefly!” which is this small, not on the map hick town in the middle of British Columbia that for god only knows what reason, he’s always wanted to visit. Road trip!

I’m not one who generally likes to receive gifts (except for books. I am a book whore); I find that I have what I need and don’t need much else. What I would rather have is time. Time to indulge myself with a good book or massage, time to spend in a cafe with friends laughing about boys, time to just be with people I haven’t seen in a long time. Or, time to just nap all day because everything has been taken care of.

Time – a wonderful gift.

May 4th, 2003 / Noted in Everyday Words, Links & Loves

There are some days, like

There are some days, like today, when I feel the need for theme music while I walk; the Be Good Tanyas fit the bill and I plopped the CD into my discman.

I have a love/hate relationship with my discman. It came from Chris who picked it up many many years ago at a flea market for $5. The battery cover is missing, the CD cover doesn’t close properly, and the headphones are $3 little plastic things that came from a grocer. Those things don’t bother me so much as not having anti-skip. Because one of my ankles doesn’t bend, I walk slightly less than smooth, creating bumps that goes straight to the discman. It skips, misses parts and sometimes takes ten minutes to play a four minute tune.

But yet, I can’t get myself to buy a new discman because I have mastered a special way of holding this one – two hands on either end in front of my body, slightly tiltled – that seems to keep the music playing in one piece. It’s this slightly awkward act that leaves me feeling like Anne Shirley with her carpet bag and is reason why I keep using it even though for thirty dollars I could upgrade. This discman is uniquely mine for I’m the only one who can get it to play. And as trite as that sounds, it’s actually a really nice reason to keep it.

January 15th, 2003 / Noted in Links & Loves

Birthday Wants

It’s such a whorish thing to do, I know. There are people on the streets, biafrians
asking for money on tv, and one too many stray cats. Yet I can’t help but be completely, utterly, selfish and wish for a little Anthropologie, a few books, or a wee bit of beauty for my birthday on Sunday.

Oh, and lets not forget the biggest ass piece of cake a person can find.

The shame of it all. I am prepared for hell.

February 1st, 2002 / Noted in Links & Loves