Grandmas are the best. They help us learn about our family’s past and share advice on where to steer our family’s future. Mine help me define my style, find my voice and dig out my strength. Last year I discovered a fellow creative, whose grandmothers mean the world to her too.
This month’s f*#king awesome jobber has a healthy respect for her two Abuelitas. Lola y Tula owner Gardenia Woodhams-Roberts, an LA native who imports the most gorgeous Mexican textiles, garments and accessories loves her grannies so much she named her company after them.
“It is their model of integrity and pride I would like to mirror with the beautiful items featured on ‘Lola y Tula’. Just like them, each item is extraordinary and exemplifies the highest standard of quality, traditions, artistry and the story of generations carrying out the customs of the people of Mexico,” notes Woodhams-Roberts.
I first discovered Lola y Tula and #girlboss Gardenia via her mega vibrant Instagram feed. She’s chums with former Vancouverite Jaime Kowal and her textiles and wares adorn many California abodes, including one of my favourite Palm Springs hotels: The Junipero. Her snaps are filled with the colours of the rainbow and traditional Mexican weavings and patterns from a number of regions. Last year I asked Woodhams-Roberts to share her story and tips on being the CEO/CFO/CAO of a beautiful textile company built on lady power and granny love. Read more
Not everyone likes to spend their vacation lazing around on a beach. With more of us leading a sedentary lifestyle, sometimes it can be nice to get away and be active. Of course, you don’t have to venture outside the states to satisfy the adventurer within you. There are lots of incredible outdoor holiday opportunities across America, as detailed below. Read more
Old friendships are worth the trip. Recently one of my dearest gal pals and I stayed at The Burrard Hotel, in Vancouver, B.C., to kvetch and eat donuts. It was a low-key ending to a high glam, big chillax girls weekend – a chance for this mama to take a break from adulting and bond with some besties while my little man was spoiled by grandparents.
A third in a series of British Columbia/Washington area getaways, my gal pal and I were stoked to nab a room at the colourful and mega central hotel, The Burrard.
Last fall when I travelled to Vancouver for some much needed mama solo time (Read more here and here). One of my not-so-often travel opportunities became available: a hangout with one of my fave Torontonians: my pal Elly, writer of books, traveller of the world, eater of things and third time running platonic honeymoon** buddy. Read more
For the last two months I’ve had a wonderfully creative, amazing, glittery, golden idea in my mind. But it hasn’t happened. I’ve been procrastinating big time. Thinking, planning, daydreaming, reading, pinning about this idea but not doing.
The theory is that this alter will ground me. It will be a place to practice my newly researched, “tuning in”. This little gold/white/pine structure will hopefully invoke creativity, love, forgiveness, patience and doing-ness. My shelf will channel Barbara Streisand with it’s 70s pattern, gleam the gold of South Africa’s Karoo region, the bright whites of floating clouds and some untouched pine to anchor me to Mama Earth. This alter/shelf is meant to remind of my ability to listen to what Choquette called my Kefi, my inner voice, my gut. No pressure, right? Read more