Thanks. Merci. Haaw’a. Gracias. Enkosi Kakhulu. Baie Dankie, Thank you.
Since late last October, after an amazing trip that was totally worth being thankful for, I started saying thank you every day. Meaning I wrote, rather texted, what I was thankful for every day and fired it off to my stepmom. In December, I looped another person into my social experiment, asking one of my best friends to join my everyday ‘Thank you’ ritual. Read more
Roses have been revered through the ages not just for their showy, complex blooms but also their health and nutritional benefits. Today you can find a plethora of rose treats to consume or slather on your gorgeous bod. About 2,000 years ago roses Greek scholar Pliny declared that roses could cure a minimum of 32 afflictions – everything from urinary tract infections, scurvy and scars. In more modern times, roses are said to have seven different skincare benefits according to the folks at Organic Authority.
Personally, I’m admirer of bloom and smell of Damask roses and Nootka roses. Growing up in rural British Columbia, I drank rose hip tea and at rose hip jelly. My grandmother taught us to chew up a rose hip and smear it on a fresh bee or wasp bite to take away the sting as children.** Major rose producing countries that specialize in distilling down 10,000 stems at a time include are Bulgaria, Tunisia, Turkey, Egypt and India.
Today, you can find rose essence in everything from cocktails to facial toners. Last summer I was so inspired by the uber fragrant Nootka roses in my neighbourhood, that I distilled them to make a rose elixir to add to everything from soda water to ice cream. I’ve even bathed with rose petals and replenished my skin with rose essence. Since February is the month of love and roses, I’ve decided to share some of my favourite rose-infused or inspired finds. So instead of buying a bunch of roses for your sweetie this February, grab him or her one of these rose treats. Read more
As a bonafide extrovert on the Meyers Briggs spectrum, I need to level up my energy stores by participating in at least one girls’ weekend per year (if not more). Some of my favourite girls’ weekends have included surf fun in Tofino, festival fandango in Palm Springs or foodie forays in Edmonton. One of the best ways to recharge my people-loving jets is to organize a getaway full of long meals, smelly cheese and some hot tub soaks including an adult sleepover. There’s something that speaks to my 12 year old self when I have an adult sleepover/girls weekend with my besties. The communal acts of sharing drinks, catching up on non-work/non-partner/non-kid life and helping each other decide what to wear out is something I’ve always enjoyed.
A recent rendition of one such girls’ weekend happened in Vancouver – my former hometown and current location of the uber-luxe Fairmont Pacific Rim. As my bambino bonded with grandparents, I kvetched with friends at the downtown Vancouver hotel. It was divine and restful. Read more