Stickers, Post-its and Me

When I was a schoolgirl in Liberia, Haiti, and Saudi Arabia, stickers were in short supply.   This created in me a tendency to covet and hoard the things, and I’m afraid it’s a tendency that, at the ripe old age of 42, I have not outgrown.  I buy oodles of the things “for my children,” who often don’t even give them a second glance.  Star Wars, Lego, knights and Harry Potter stickers are all over the place, still in their original states.  You’d think I’d be able to bin the things, or at least pass them on to kids who will enjoy them, but I have a hard time parting with them.

And, I’ll be honest with you here, one of the reasons that I buy the Sandra Boynton Family Calendar even after switching to a digital family calendar is that you get, not one, but two sheets of stickers to play with.  Dancing rhinos!  Happy chickens!!  Grinning pigs!!!

Having identified this sticker-deprived trauma from my youth, and my continuing tendency to hoard them, I am now ready to identify the root causes of my Post-It addiction.  I could open my own Staples store with the pile of Post-Its I have accumulated.  Am I ready to stop?  To end the Post-It addiction?  The hell I am.  There are spring colours available.

PM-KC1_PKG_RGB_DImagine my delight when Post-it sent us samples from their latest line: Post-it Mobile.  Just when I thought the Post-it world could get no better than spring hues, they go and make them easy to carry around!  We divvied up the loot: Carol swears by the pen/highlighter/flourescent flag combo, Beth-Anne swooned over the Attach and Go Dispenser, and my kids finally showed their genetic material in the love of sticky things department when they fought over the Attach and Go Dispenser with a clip to attach to a backpack.  I’m telling you, blood was nearly spilled.

And I selflessly let them nearly spill it.  I let it go.  There should definitely be some kind of parenting award for that.  Even better than that, when the youngest and I were in the coffee shop for our weekly-pre-library treat, we saw a university student use up her last Post-it flag as she was studying for her finals.  Oh, I thought, I have a cure for that!  Not to brag or anything, but I think I made her day (and very probably improved her exam mark) when I handed over a pristine stack of Post-it Flags.  Her smile lit up the room.

The world is just better with Post-its.

HBO’s Girls: A and B

hbo-girls-soundtrack-400x400I know I am very late to the party, but I’ve had a marathon session of HBO’s Girls this weekend.  (All of Season 1.)  This means that (a) I married the right man ’cause he watched it with me, or (b) we need to get out more.  (We also watched the Habs game.)

Oddly enough, watching it made me feel maternal, and not in a good way.  I keep asking, “Who raised these kids?”  The fact that I’m watching myself watch it as a parent confirms (a) that I have crossed the great divide from youth to middle age, and (b) that the show’s narcissism is contagious.

I think I got so powerfully sucked into the show because (a) I have an addictive personality, and (b) because I am still trying to figure out how I am supposed to respond to it.  The writing is brilliant, but is it horror or comedy?  I find the girls’ narcissism truly hilarious, but it’s a really uncomfortable kind of appreciation because I’m not at all sure where the line between comedic exaggeration and reality lies.  I mean, I recognize some of these girls.  They were my students.  I promise, when they were my students, I did try to get through to them that they were not the centre of the universe and all, but, holy shit, they’ve multiplied.

Last, and not at all least, I am very worried that (a) girls who watch Girls will think that it’s reality and that the girls on Girls are true to life and not satirical representations of the special snowflake child, or (b) the joke’s on me and the girls who watch Girls are enjoying watching themselves while I watch myself watch them.

Everybody was Kung-Fu fighting!

My middle son turned 5 yesterday.  Where has the time gone?  It feels like yesterday that I walked into the hospital extremely pregnant and anxious.  I was overwhelmed at the idea of having two children close to 16 months apart but it felt like old hat walking into Labor and Delivery on April 01, 2008, like I had left but had forgotten something and was back for one more.

The triage nurse who admitted me couldn’t believe that I was about to have a baby.  She had pegged my bump at 7 months along and was shocked when I told her that I was starting my 39th week.

A few hours later our second little boy was born.  He came into the world with a shrill scream and furled in a tight ball.  It’s funny how in that exact moment that we met he showed me his true personality: a feisty homebody who likes to be surrounded by his comforts.

We mark birthdays in a big way at our house.  I love birthdays – an entire day dedicated to celebrating someone special.  My boys have parties with their friends that I gladly assume the responsibility of planning and an elaborate dinner with our large family is always a must.

My now 5 year old has strong ideas about his parties.  He knows exactly what he wants to eat, how he wants the house decorated and where the piñata will hang.  As early as three years old he would dictate the theme of the party and pitch-in with the planning and preparation.

Last year, our entire family descended on our house dressed as pirates and this year it will be ninjas.

Quick tip: do not Google “ninja costumes for women” with your child on your lap.  There will be a lot of stutters, back pedaling and frantic mouse clicking.

Pintrest has offered a wealth of inspiration but make no mistake, it can also make one feel pretty inadequate in a hurry.  We decided on a list of activities and games and of course, a cake.  I will bake the cake but I have had to talk myself down from some of the more lofty examples found on-line.  I know my limits and Martha Stewart, I am not.

This is my favourite ninja item that we have come across and it will be included in the loot bags.

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The back of the box reads:

Everybody was Kung-Fu writing,

Those words were fast as lightning.

In fact it was a little bit frightening,

But they wrote with expert timing…

How could I resist?

Available here.

Common Scents

PHOTO-402-GROUP-WEBI once watched a design show in which the host commented to the designer that the front door handle she was suggesting was shockingly expensive.  The designer replied unapologetically, “It’s something you will touch everyday.  This is where to spend the money.”

I’ve never forgotten that: it’s something you will touch every day.  It seems such remarkably simple advice about luxury.

On my recent trip to New York, I took myself off for an afternoon of the height of luxury: a visit to Christopher Brosius’s I Hate Perfume Gallery.  His perfumes have become an obsession of mine, and I could not wait to experience all of his fragrances.

I discovered  C B I Hate Perfume when, quite by chance, I found myself in the only store in Toronto that stocks his perfumes.  He makes a fragrance called In the Library, and I was beside myself with excitement to try it on.  The smell of a library, bottled?  Bring it on!  As it turned out, I did not like it, or it did not like me, but two of the scents that make up this amazing idea are Smoky Tobacco and Old Leather, sold individually.  Those I fell in love with, and I wore Smoky Tobacco and Old Leather while reading Sherlock Holmes and felt myself transported.  It was winter, and curling up with a classic mystery and the smell redolent of a gentleman’s library were absolutely the most luxurious experience for my harried pre-Christmas soul.   I would have similar experiences with Grass in summer (the smell of a freshly-mowed lawn–you wouldn’t think it would work on the skin, but it does, oh it does!), and Burning Leaves in fall.

I came home from New York with a fragrance for spring: Black March, which smells of soaked earth, rain, wet twigs, and the hint of something floral.  It’s nothing short of magic how this man has captured the world in a bottle of perfume, and then made it something wearable, and I revel in his wizardry.  Almost as wonderful as the fragrances are the stories behind them.  (Follow the links to the perfumes and read about what goes into bottling a memory.  Greenbriar is a biography of his grandfather in perfume.  Stunning.)

These are my daily, seasonal luxuries:  common scents from the world outside that I can bring inside and onto me and that have an unfailing ability to lift my spirits.  Every day.

Real Love at the Movies

fargoI searched my brains for this week’s topic, on finding a favourite love story on film.  I looked and looked and concluded what I’ve known since I could tie my shoes:  I don’t like romantic love stories on film.  At heart I think this is because I like to either relate to what I’m watching, or learn from it somehow, and cinematic love typically does neither of these things.  Fantasy’s not my thing, and that’s pretty much how I think of movies about love.  

But I did think of something.  It’s Fargo (1996), which is about a man who hires creeps to kidnap his wife, the bungled kidnapping, and the very pregnant and clever police chief  (Marge, played by Frances McDormand), who investigates the crimes.  In the world according to Carol, this movie is sandwiched by two very good love scenes.

The opening love scene:  Marge has to go to work before the crack of dawn.  Her husband drags himself up in the dark to make his wife breakfast, even though there’s a good chance she is going to throw it up.  He says something like, “You have to eat.”

The closing love scene:  Marge has solved the crimes, and witnessed the destruction that can ensue from the most pathetic human sources.  She goes home to her husband, who has been creating an illustration for postage stamps.  Marge finds that he  is disappointed because his work will only be shown on the three cent stamp, which nobody uses.  Marge disagrees; she insists that everyone needs the little stamps when postage prices increase.  Her husband allows himself to be cheered by her.   She concludes with something like, “We’re doing okay.”

I saw this film over a decade ago, and I hope my memory of it holds up.  But even if it doesn’t, this is what tremendous love looks like to me, and possibly why I don’t see it that much at the movies.

Not a movie, but a way of watching

As you may have gleaned from my review of Alan Bradley’s latest Flavia de Luce mystery, I get rather overzealous when it comes to things I love.  I am not moderate in my passions or in the speed of consumption of the things I love.  I throw myself into a book or a movie or a series or a hobby full tilt, and I pretty much don’t look up until it’s done.  I’ve read the occasional book that was so achingly good that I wanted to make it last longer and read it slowly, but the desire to gobble great things up usually wins out.  I’m a Wild Thing that way: I’ll eat you up, I love you so.

So, I don’t have a favourite romantic film so much as a favourite way of watching movies with my beloved: in great, greedy gulps.  We will have marathon sessions of watching a string of Prime Suspect or Inspector Morse dvds, of The Sopranos or Mad Men episodes, and, our first: The Lord of the Rings movies.  One of the great joys of the Christmas holidays in the years when those dvds were being released in December was to curl up and devour the four hours of extended movie and the bonus features discs!  The battle between good and evil is hardly a Hallmark Valentine Theme, but it was such fun to bond over our geeky zeal.  Even better than the high I get when settling in for a marathon session with a Sure Thing (entertainment-wise) is sharing that buzz with my husband.  The guilty pleasure is amplified, and we feed each other’s glee.  Nothing beats that for romance.

And another Sure Thing is on its way:  the third season of Game of Thrones!  I watched the first season on dvd when I was sick, and my husband would peek in and get pulled into the story.  Once I was over my flu, and had to return the dvds, I discovered that season two was available, so he ordered HBO just so that we could watch the second season on demand!  And we watched it in great, greedy, gleeful gulps.  The only problem with this long-awaited third season is, we will have to parcel it out like every one else, and watch it One.  Episode.  At.  A.  Time.

Can’t catch me, I’m the Ninjabread Man!

Beth-Anne was talking about these this evening, and in the spirit of the season, I’m sharing them with you.

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Aren’t those cool? I’m thinking these cookie cutters are required for some stealthy pre-Christmas baking:

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Don’t be alarmed if the butter sneaks up on the sugar.

Ninjabread Men Cookie Cutters are $10.99 at IQ Living online or at 542 Danforth Avenue.

(Full disclosure: No promotional fee or benefit was provided to us. We know what you like!)

Danforth East Pops Up!

I live in the east end of the city, close to the Danforth, but not the part of the Danforth known as Greektown. No, we’re further east, beyond the reach of Starbucks, in a (so the lingo goes) gentrifying part of town: Danforth East.

It’s a great place to raise a family, as it has all the community amenities that one could want: a great library, good schools, local sports facilities, and a vibrant community-run farmers’ market in East Lynn Park.  However, if you were to walk along our stretch of the Danforth, you’d probably be less than inclined to stay and find out what the neighbourhood is about, given the number of papered-over storefronts that line the street between Coxwell and Woodbine.  There are fantastic independently-run businesses in the area deserving of foot traffic, (I’m looking at you, Better Bulk, Royal Beef, and Silly Goose Kids ) but with so many For Lease signs in windows, the whole area has the appearance of being down and out:  those empty storefronts make you want to go elsewhere.

Enter the Danforth East Community Association (DECA) and their Renew East Danforth Pop-Up Stores Project. Modeled after a successful similar project in Newcastle, Australia, the Pop-Up Stores project links building owners with potential short-term tenants. DECA volunteers paint and ready the stores for the tenants, and landlords donate their empty premises for a short period to entrepreneurs looking to get their feet wet in the world of retailing. After a successful pilot this fall, DECA has organized a full-month of Pop-up stores  – nine shops in six storefronts — in anticipation of the holiday season.

The Toronto Star’s Catherine Porter, who is also one of the project’s organizers, wrote a great article recently about the project’s genesis and aims:  take a look!

It’s a great project with a smart bottom line: if you want to revitalize an area, you need to make it vital for people to come.   By creating foot traffic on the street, DECA is creating buzz  and turning the Danforth East into a destination.  Newcastle, Australia saw a complete turn-around of its downtown business district in three short years. Here’s hoping the Renew East Danforth Pop-Up Stores Project can do the same here.

For more information about the Pop-Up  Stores Project and the artists, entrepreneurs and creative minds who will be setting up shop, click here.

Buy local this holiday season, and pay us a visit out east. I think you’ll be glad you did.

Customizing the Year: Personalized Agendas


The reality might sit like a stone in your belly, but the truth is that it is not too early to be thinking about holiday presents, especially if you celebrate Christmas.  I am actually already regretting that I didn’t get my act together to opt out of some of the holiday excess – I’m pretty sure to do this, one must start much earlier than mid-November.

This holiday stress aside, along with any resulting irony, I’m going to suggest to you a holiday present that might hit the mark for some of the people on your list with vanishing targets.  Last Christmas, I created customized agenda books for my in-laws (who, probably like yours, have basically everything).  But they didn’t have a book that was filled with photographs of their eight grandchildren taken at the family cottage, and this is what I made.

I used the online book-making company Blurb, and can make a good, solid recommendation for them.   Basically, you download their software, upload your photos, and then use their navigation tools to create the layouts you want for your agenda.  There are various templates to choose from, and your photo page that accompanies each month can feature one or many photographs.  It’s not particularly expensive, considering customization:  I think mine cost about $20 or $25.

Since you are actually only creating 12 photo pages plus the covers, it doesn’t take long.  You choose paper quality and cover quality, and when satisfied with your agenda book, you send it to them online.   A couple of weeks later, your one-of-a-kind book will arrive at your doorstep, and you will be equipped with a gift that you can present with the pride of the virtual printpress.

Here are a couple of tips from she who has been around this block.  First, the agenda is not as thoroughly equipped with tools and features as you would find in an agenda you would pick up from Indigo.  There is no address section, conversion charts, lists of airline companies, etc.  I don’t miss these particularly, but I wouldn’t have minded a few extra pages for notes.  I missed that there weren’t dates on each day, but t; rather the dates of the week were just listed at the top of the page for that week (for eg., this week’s page would simply say “November 12-November 18″).   Also, the holidays aren’t identified.  Blurb sent out feedback on their agendas, which were introduced for the first time last year, so maybe there have been improvements this year.

Overall, though, these issues are pretty minor, and it really is nice to give someone special something that they can’t buy or create on their own.  And if agenda books aren’t your thing, of course you can create other kinds of photo books.  For those of you who keep blogs, especially personal ones that might interest family members, you can use Blurb to create a blog book, which is how I first discovered it.  This is truly a spectacular feat, as you don’t have to upload a ton of entries manually.  I was completely happy with the hardcover book quality that I chose, and I didn’t even opt for any of the fancy papers available.

For bigger projects and multiple books, it’s helpful to leave yourself enough time to create one book and then make a final edit once it’s physically in your hands.  You may have to pay shipping more than once, but after making something with Blurb, you’ll receive discounted promotions for future projects, and can use one of these to purchase additional books.

But I digress.  You don’t need a big project to make an impact.  12 photo pages, an agenda book, and a couple (or few, depending on who you are) hours can leave your loved ones with smiles on their faces with memories from the previous year, and with anticipation of the ones to come in the next.