Category Archives: HEALTH&BEAUTY

Primavera Polish

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Strolling down Bloor Street today, sun shining, happy people out on the patios enjoying sangria…I realized: it’s official…spring has sprung (about bloody time too)! Continue reading

Picnic Pout

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With the snow melting, and the sun making its first attempt this year to SLIGHTLY warm the planet I am reminded that spring is on its way. And because I like to get ahead of myself, this means summer is close by as well.

Summer weather means light, airy clothes, and barely there makeup. Our skin is sun-kissed, so our faces are able to breath without formulas. Despite making a concerted effort to rock a ‘natural glow’ all summer long, I am happy to play around with lipstick pigments. Today I’m going to find the perfect lipstick to match the tint provided to your pout by some yummy, summer picnic treats.

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The Slowpoke Diaries

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Y’knowwwww, I’m not one to shy away from physical exertion. Happy to hike, pleased to portage a canoe on my back, and bloody psyched to partake in a body combat class. But no matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to get on board with running. Continue reading

Brows Are Thicker Than Blondes

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There are few things in this world that I take as seriously as I take eyebrows…mine, yours, everybody’s. And as I should. They’re one of the most prominent features on your face. Whoever said the eyes are the windows to our souls was a fool. OBVIOUSLY eyebrows serve this purpose.

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Coveted Cut

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In terms of haircuts, I’ve always been mildly adventurous. No, I have never dyed my locks (unless spray painting it black to be Wednesday Addams counts), nor have I ever had a perm (I would probably look like a strange Italian poodle), but I’ve had my fair share of bold looks.

In grade 4, after being so deeply inspired by Posh Spice, I chopped my hair into the ever popular Girl Power Bob. I seriously thought I was the 10 year old spitting image of Victoria herself. In grade 6, just as my hair had grown long enough to be twisted into a bun, I decided to shock my classmates after Christmas break by styling my ‘do into a super short Winona Ryder inspired pixie cut. I think the boys were far too dumbfounded to tease me about it, which was a bonus. Due to that haircut taking a few years (including a prolonged pig-tail with bra-strap hairband phase) to grow out, I played it pretty safe through high school with Mary-Kate influenced cuts. My undergrad years proved to be a little more exciting, and I sported a sleek bob for the majority of those years. After growing that bob out (due to being an unemployed post-grad), I now have super long, super straight, pretty nondescript hair. But the urge to throw caution to the wind and make the cut is returning. Continue reading

Polished and Filtered

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Via: Hannah Bronfman/Snoop Dogg

I have a keratin related confession to make: I’ve only had a professional manicure done once in my life. You can pick your dropped jaws up off the table, I assure you I am not a street urchin.

I’ve just never really enjoyed the process of pampering. When I was at camp and we did massage trains (a line of  cross-legged kids, giving what they think are soothing massages) I always volunteered to go at the caboose where my surely knotted back would avoid any kneading. When I go to the hair salon and the hair dresser begins to really get into it with fancy moves my shoulders shoot up to my ears in tense protestation. I twiddle my thumbs and bear the unwanted scalp hydromassage until it’s over.

I gave manicures a chance once, but the experience was so unpleasant I’ve never tried it again.

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Super Soaked Cheveux

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Via: MoMA Rain photo by Charles Roussel/Miley/Beyoncé by W Magazine

When I was in high school it was very common for a girl to come to school with wet hair. You’re just entering your teen years, life is tough, you’re sharing a bathroom with the rest of your family, and you just couldn’t be bothered to a) dry your hair or b) get your shit together in time for your school departure time. It was the norm.

Something about it used to kind of irk me, but I definitely fell victim to the “dad took forever shaving and I didn’t have timeeee” situation. Maybe it was the intimacy of the whole thing. You arrive at school with dripping wet hair and your fellow co-eds just knew that a mere 20 minutes ago you were naked. AHHH! If you think about it too much it can turn into a show up at school sans pants nightmare.

But as of late my opinion on the whole matter has evolved thanks to a couple of pop princesses.  Continue reading