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Day of Me


This time last year, I had already completed two whirlwind trips to Toronto as well as a more lengthy stay in New York City, followed by a huge family dinner and celebration. Yep, remember Month of Me? I really lived it up, and enjoyed every minute of it.

Last night, Hubby asked what I was going to do for my birthday this year. The answer? Not much. I’ve booked a vacation day off at work and I think I will sit around and blog and drink coffee and read other people’s blogs. And if I get really crazy, maybe a trip to HomeSense or a yoga class. (Oh, and pretend that there aren’t at least five loads of laundry desperate to be done.)

It’s Day of Me. The me that likes to read and write and nap.

Birthday Card painted by Hubby


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Jamaica 101


Stella, my 9-year-old daughter, and I are going to Jamaica next week. I know … awesome, right?! We are really excited, despite the realization that we actually know very little about this country.

So, won’t you join us as we teach ourselves a touch of geography, history, and social studies?

Where in the world?

First of all, the WHERE! Below is map showing the island of Jamaica in red. From our home town of Ottawa, if you were to catch a direct flight, you’d be looking at about 4 hours in the air. So, relatively speaking, it’s a quick and easy jaunt. About the same distance as Cuba.

Did someone say warm?

Like most other Carribean islands, the weather is extremely attractive to Canadians when the snow is flying. It’s a popular destination for tourists, with peak season ending in mid-April (you know, when Spring finally starts to hit here!). Temperatures range from 26 to 30 degrees Celsius year-round.

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Yes, Mom and Dad, I promise to stay safe!

After figuring out exactly where a country is in the world, I then check out the government of Canada’s travel advisories (click here for Jamaica). Now, I know, these are not for the faint of heart — some people might not travel anywhere after reading these — but I like to be informed.

The first thing that you notice when you look at these advisories is that there is a scale of recommended caution for travellers. For Jamaica, the site notes “exercise a high degree of caution.” For comparison’s sake, Mexico and Costa Rica are also classified in the same category, whereas Cuba is noted as “exercise normal security precautions.”

The most sobering fact about Jamaica is that it has one of the highest murder rates in the world. I was also disturbed to learn that the country is considered “adamantly homophobic.”

Christopher Columbus sure got around!

This is about as much history I can absorb at this hour of the night, so forgive the brevity: In 1494, Christopher Columbus claimed Jamaica for Spain. Spanish settlers brought in slaves, and according to Wikipedia, by the 19th century (Britain had taken over in 1655), Jamaica’s heavy reliance on slavery resulted in a population of blacks outnumbering whites by a ratio of 20 to 1. It was not until 1962 that Jamaica attained full independence.

The place is incredibly beautiful

More than 1.3 million foreign tourists visit Jamaica every year and there’s a good reason for that! In addition to a strong culture of great music and food, the place is incredibly beautiful.

I’ll let a few photos from the National Geographic site speak for themselves …

Photo: Policeman riding motorcycle by ocean

Photo: Man leading horse on sandy beach

Photo: Guide leading four tourists through river in small boat

My photos won’t be spectacular like these due to my lack of photographic talent, but I will be sure to share our mother-daughter adventure with you!

Have you been to Jamaica before? What was your first impression, and what was your lasting impression?


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4 Cats Arts Studio Masterpiece: Final Reveal


Remember this big ol’ mess that my girlfriends and I made at 4 Cats Hintonburg to celebrate my 40th birthday?

It was my party, and I just wanted to wear sweatpants and have a few laughs with my girlfriends. But, believe it or not, in the photo above we were actually creating a special masterpiece just for me, the birthday girl! After it was all said and done, I had our creation stretched onto canvas by 4 Cats ($75 fee). I am so happy I did. It is such a fantastic piece, so filled with memories for me now.

So without further adieu, here is the final reveal of our group creation. It’s on the bookshelf in my office — my favourite place in our new home. (Forgive the photo quality. The photos from the party were taken by my friend Andrea, who is a talented photog, whereas the one below was taken by me on my phone.)

We all had such a fabulous time at the splatter paint party. I really recommend it! I’ve since been back to the 4 Cats Arts Studio to drive Stella to a children’s workshop. The place really is awesome, and I particularly like the owner Emaly. If you decide to head on over to Hintonburg to check it out, please say “hi!” for me!


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Impractical Purchasing, NYC edition, part 2


Back in October for Month of Me, I celebrated my 40th by hitching a ride with Kerry to Brooklyn. We didn’t actually know each other, more than a few emails here and there, but that didn’t stop us! We spent a great few days wandering together and then parted ways when my mom arrived into the Big Apple so we could jointly celebrate our birthdays.

While in New York, I only bought a handful of things. But what I bought seems to indicate that I am not a particularly practical girl (see Part 1 for evidence.) This is Part 2. 

Hubby called out, “I think she’s here!” I skidded over to the front window of the house and sure enough, there was a blonde woman sitting in a car idling out front. I popped my Birks on and went outside. I could see she was reading on her e-reader and I knocked on the window and waved. She explained that the drive to my place had taken less time than she’d anticipated. I insisted she come inside and have a coffee or something. This was Kerry, and we were going to drive to Brooklyn from Ottawa that day. Woot! Woot! I was so excited.

I ran about the house frantically stuffing things into my bag and then started kissing the family goodbye. The door to the front hall got opened and closed before Kerry could say, “Don’t forget a jacket.” I’ve been needing a new mid-season jacket for AGES. The one I have is fine enough. But it doesn’t cover the butt and isn’t warm at all. So I just shrugged happily and said, “I’ll buy one there!”

Only now that I’ve spent some time with Kerry do I realize how crazy she must have found me that morning. She is a very organized person. It would not surprise me to find out that she’d had her bag packed and ready to go weeks before hand. Now that I am no longer a virtual stranger, I have no doubt that if she was in that position again, she’d say with a straight face: “Take your jacket. Don’t be a dumb ass.” But she was standing in my front entrance with a bunch of strangers, so she simply bit her tongue and we went on our merry way.

Needless to say, it was not long after we’d arrived in Brooklyn that she lent me an extra jacket that she had with her. She didn’t seem in any rush to get her jacket back from me, so we didn’t rush out to go clothes shopping. Instead, we spent our time walking the streets, visiting museums, and browsing book stores.

But on the way from one place to another, we happened to walk by a shop window that had a fabulous jacket hanging in the front window. We decided to go inside and check out the price. It was $330. I didn’t even want to try it on at that price. But Kerry insisted. It was a great fit and a great colour. Kerry also inspected it for its practical features like waterproofing and whatnot and was suitably impressed. She then began some kind of complex mathematical calculation that involved estimating how many times I would wear it, and for how many years, and what that equated to in a per/wear cost. My eyes were starting to glaze over and I decided that I needed a coffee in order to decide if I would buy it or not.

We had the coffee. I didn’t go back and buy the jacket.

I felt quite pleased with myself about it, actually. I am so disciplined! I am so frugal! Hubby will be so impressed!

Fast forward a few days and I was now staying with my mom in New York City. I really wanted to show her around SoHo, with its funky shops and cafes. It was her first time in NY, so I thought it was a “must do.” While there, we popped into a favourite shoe store of mine: Camper. I’d never actually bought any shoes there yet, but on practically every visit to New York, I’ve gone to visit Camper. The shoes are uniquely styled and are reputed to be very comfortable too. So off Mom and went!

We oogled. We aahhhed. I grew particularly fond of these black booties:

 

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They were black. Black is practical!

But they were priced at $205.00. It seemed a bit steep, especially considering I didn’t actually need any black booties (I already have two pairs).

Both Mom and I walked out empty handed. I was unsure I wanted to spend the money, and she was unsure that they would be comfortable. Both highly practical considerations, right? Right.

So we went and had a cafe lunch at a sweet, little Italian place. We were seated at the front windows, which were actually glass doors that could be folded out in nice weather. The weather was not only nice — it was wonderful! We sat and watched all the shoppers stroll by while we ate. When we were done, Mom thought we should go back to Camper again. Who was I to disagree? Besides, it was her birthday, so I needed to indulge her. Right? Right.

This time, we both tried on a few pairs. And both of us left with one pair each. You’re thinking I was impractical and bought those steeply priced black booties, aren’t you?

No, no siree! Instead, I bought a pair of steeply priced blue swede boots. Everyone needs a pair of bright blue boots, right? They’re practically a wardrobe staple, really.

Warm, waterproof jackets are so overrated.
P.S. Both Mom and I are finding our Camper shoes to be sooo comfy! (She bought these ones.) Very happy with our purchases all these months later.

P.P.S. I just found out via Twitter that Coffee with Julie is shortlisted in the Canadian Weblog Awards! So, so, so honoured to be in such great company!

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Beautiful Book Stores: Spoonbill & Sugartown Booksellers, NY


I can remember my father telling me that when he was young he dreamed of having a house full of books and art. I can also remember the look of contentedness he had on his face as he sat in his own home telling this to me. You see, I can never remember us living in a home that wasn’t full of books and art.

Granted, there were always far more books than art. Much of the artwork that we had on the walls when I was a kid was of his own creation. He’s a very talented painter. But as time went on, and the house filled with more children, he had much less time to devote to his painting. But the books, they were always there. My dad always — always — has at least one book on the go.

I’m not sure where he acquired this taste for books and art. He grew up in a house with little money, and although both his parents were literate, I don’t recall a lot of books in my grandparents’ home. (Although I do recall with great fondness how my grandfather would pull you over to share an article from the newspaper. It made me feel special that he wanted to share it with me.) As for art, well … there was a massive velvet matador rug hanging on a wall. Let’s just leave it at that.

As for where I acquired this somewhat irrational need, especially in this day of e-readers, to surround myself with pretty paper bound together … I place the blame squarely on my father’s shoulders. I must have observed him with his nose in a book so many countless times that I concluded books were like a magical spell to which one happily surrendered themselves. In fact, as of late, I have joined the crowds on pinterest (an online bulletin board that allows you to pin up items that you find of interest and enjoy a voyeuristic tour of the pin boards of others), and I have a board titled “Books are little lovers.” Because, really, besides a book, what could hold a person’s attention with such force other than a new lover?

It will come as no surprise to you then that when I took my recent trip to New York City, beautiful book stores were visited. One of these was in a Brooklyn neighbourhood called Williamsburg. Home to artists and indie bands, and more recently, a gentrified collection of boutiques and shops, my friend Kerry and I were staying in a nearby area of Brooklyn and we toured over to Williamsburg on foot.

As soon as you walk in, your heartbeat slows and you melt into the vibe of Spoonbill & Sugartown Booksellers.

First opened in 1999, this bookstore specializes in both new and used books — contemporary art, design, architecture, photography, philosophy, and literature. Although I could spend an entire day in practically any bookstore, I know for certain that I could have spent at least two days in this one. Which is saying quite a bit since they are open from 10 am to 10 pm every day of the week!

Needless to say, I did not leave empty-handed. For Hubby, I found this really interesting used book titled The places of houses: Three architects suggest ways to build and inhabit houses.

Published in 1974, the authors believe that there are three elements fundamental to a successful house: rooms to live in, machines that serve life, and the dreams of the inhabitants. As someone who pours his soul into everything he builds, I really thought he’d enjoy this book.

I also picked up a book for my three-year-old son Max. Impossible to resist, I am a Bunny is a recreation of an original Golden book first published in 1963.

I loved the large images, with simple text. There’s much more to this book that I love, but I just don’t have the right words to describe it. And Max, as I suspected, adores it too.

Now, do I need to admit that I also treated myself to a book? Well of course, mes amis! It was “Month of Me,” wasn’t it? So, the book that I picked up for myself has a NYC beat to it. Titled Netherland, the publisher description reads:

“Unexpectedly finding himself marooned among the strange occupants of New York’s Chelsea Hotel, feeling lost in the country he has come to regard as home, Hans van den Brock begins an unlikely friendship with Chuck Ramkissoon, a charming Trinidadian who introduces Hands to an “other” America populated by immigrants and strivers of every race and nationality.”

I wish I could say I’ve read it. But for now, it sits prettily on the mighty stack of books by my bed. I have a lot of books waiting to be read. They are all so lovely;  just having them around makes me happy.

Disclosure: if you click on one of the book images above, the links are what are called “affiliate” links. What this means is that if you buy a book from one of my links, I will receive a 4% commission from the total price of the sale. So, if you are going to buy one of these books, please use my links because I will get rich if you do. Rich! Rich, I tell ya!

 

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