Roming Love.

MEMORIES floated through my mind this weekend after watching the latest Woody Allen film, “To Rome With Love”. Set in the romantic city of Rome, the story shifts back and forth between romantic comedy and satirical farce where the intertwining stories of a worker who wakes up to find himself a celebrity (Roberto Benigni), an architect (Alec Baldwin) who takes a trip back to the street he lived on as a student, a young couple on their honeymoon (Alessandra Mastronardi), and a frustrated opera director (Woody Allen) who has a talent for discovering talented singers. In Woody Allen fashion, its sharp, quirky and quick witted. Thematically, he explored delusion, lost dreams, obsession, celebrity, fear, lost souls and regret. I adore Woody Allen and admit a mild obsession. Alright, a huge obsession with his work. Weather it be his films or short humour pieces he always examines the obscure and the reality of relationship, character and life. A few of the performances I didn’t buy and am curious to know who else was in the lead for them, but the ones I did enjoy trumped all.

– If you’ve been to Italy you would absolutely fall in love and would never want to come home – (I can attest)

Landscape . People .Charm . Language . Love . Women . Men Fashion . Smiles . Art . Italian soccer team . Gelato . Espresso . Cappuccino . Stay . Loud . Famiglia . Tradition . Siesta. Feast . Family Romance . History Shoes . Vespa . Piazza . Pizza . Music . Inspiration . Fellini . Vino . Creativity . Provolone . Biscotti . Delightful . Cinema  . Charm . Crazy . Cobblestone . Joy Markets . Pinch . Flirt . Skirt . Head turn . L’ultimo bacio . Romeo . Life is beautiful .

– CS xx

“If something is too good to be true, you can bet it’s not” – John (Alec Baldwin)



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I have a lot of people say to me, “I’d love to know what goes on in that mind of yours”. I take this as a compliment. I don’t like to spill the beans but I will say this – It’s a bit of …

…. weird meets dark meets twisted meets quirky meets humour meets fantasy meets innocence, meets delicious love.

These are just a few running themes I’ve played with all my life, in my work and when I’m creating. I’m fascinated by artistic visions. From a vision, themes are found, embraced, played with, thrown away and even nurtured. If you are an artist, be you a designer, painter, actor, writer or musician you can relate to that constant need to create. To be alive. To imagine. To visualize. To be scared. To be challenged. To be boundless. To execute. There is nothing more satisfying than seeing it all come to life. Your “vision seed” was planted and you’ve watched it grow. Now if only that money tree would. 

I’ve been smitten with Parisian clothing designer, Vanessa Bruno. Before launching her first clothing brand in 1996, Vanessa worked as a model, singer and actress. She had collaborated with designer/filmmaker Stephanie Di Giusto  in designing clothes for short films. This particular film, “le bel ete” is my favourite. It stars, Lou Doillon , french model and actress  with music & cameo by pianist, Chilly GonzalesI’ve became a huge fan of Chilly after seeing him in concert with Feist. Yes therefore I have a huge talent crush on him. Call me crazy but I’m human, not in humane. I’ve fallen in love with this video. It’s child like, emotional, fun and beautiful. I can only imagine her collection looking just the same. – CS

– Images In My Mind –

Sequenced . Beauty . Vintage . Charm . Take Me Away . Unicorn Ray

Vintage Charm

Unicorn Ray


Pink Is My New Obsession.

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(an interpretive dance)

Bright Lips . Tulips . Popsicle . Diamonds . Lemonade . Bright Nails . Silk  

Kisses . Cupcakes . Body Cream . Candle Wax . High Heels . Lace 

Barely There . Underwear . Flirting . Heartbeats . Cotton Candy .

Ballet Shoes . Tongue Tied . Champagne . Dreams . Lover .

Bunny Bunny . Mousse . Grapefruit .

Tickle Me . Softly . Sweetheart .

Smartie . Lullaby

Fate .


Artist . Zoe Pawlak . "Heaven Hold On"

Artist . Zoe Pawlak . “Heaven Hold On”

Liz Taylor . Pretty In Pink

Liz Taylor . Pretty In Pink

dv . dolce vita cheetah oxfords


What’s your obsession? I have lots – CS xx


The Woo Ha Wax Off.

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I’m not gonna beat around the bush (mind the pun).  So let’s get to it. VAGINA. The word some people may cringe at or avoid because it’s so personal. Why are you ashamed? This fantastic beautiful organ is your boom box, your lucky charm, your baby maker. Or you could call it the; woo ha, vagine, copher, cunt, pussy, twat, cooter, beaver, fish lips, taco, camel toe, muff, snatch, fuck hole, garage, oven, love button, penis glove, cock sock, cock pocket, JJ, hoohah, bajingo, cum dumpster, sperm bottle, goop chute, slit, trim, quim, pooter, love rug, poontang, poonanie, cooch, tunnel of love, vertical bacon sandwich, bearded clam, cookie, cooleyhopper, nookie, the pink, honey pot, cunny, vag, meat curtains, hatchet wound, putz, fur burger, box, front bottom, gash, kebab, kitty, minge, snapper, catfish, vertical smile, lovebox, love canal, nana, flower, the cum dump, chocha, black hole, sperm sucker, fish sandwich, cock warmer, whisker biscuit, carpet, deep socket, cum craver, cock squeezer, slice of heaven, flesh cavern, the great divide, cherry, tongue depressor, clit slit,laps, fuzz box, fuzzy wuzzy, glory hole, grumble, man in the boat, mud flaps, mound, peach, piss flaps, the fish flap, he furry cup, stench-trench, wizard’s sleeve, DNA dumpster, tuna town, split dick, bikini bizkit, cock holster, cockpit, snooch, kitty kat, poody tat, grassy knoll, cold cut combo, Jewel box, rosebud, curly curtains, furry furnace, slop hole, velcro love triangle, nether lips, where Uncle’s doodle goes, altar of love, cupid’s cupboard, bird’s nest, bucket, cock-chafer, love glove, serpent socket, spunk-pot, hairy doughnut, fun hatch, spasm chasm, red lane, stinky speedway, bacon hole, belly entrance, sugar basin, sweet briar. And these are just a few.

Unwanted hair in all the wrong places. I tend to whisper to myself very few weeks, “For god sake, why can’t the hair on my head grow fast like the hair on the rest of my body?”  This is my que. This is hair removal time. Ladies, I’m assuming we can all agree that we started with the razor method. We’ve shaved our love glove and dealt with those evil ingrown hairs and cuts. Tiny bumps form. You sit down and become obsessed with removing the annoying ingrown hair. You squeeze it, thinking it’s tiny. To your surprise it’s long and thick (get your mind out of my gutter).  It slithers out of that bump, bulbous head protruding. As you pick it out you say aloud in your best theatre voice. “Got you! Ya little devil!!!!!!!”. C’mon have a little fun here. All the worlds a stage even if it’s in your washroom. Why is society fascinated with the ingrown hair? Or is it just me? It could be me. I’m fine with that. How about Nair? Yep. Been there done that. $8.99 a box. It’s perfect! BONUS: They even throw in a plastic applicator with aloe cream. Now, you can master the creaming application. You really got yourself a deal here.  Plus you earn the bonus points at your friendly neighbourhood Shoppers Drug Mart. You slather the cream on like a baker carefully applying whipped cream to a cupcake. Squatting in position to avoid your thighs rubbing, your slightly part your legs. This is your position for about 20 minutes. Little hairs start to detach (this is all because of a cream!!!! Makes ya think). It is pretty darn fascinating, I must admit. You make sure to lock the bathroom door and make up any excuse to why your partner, mistress, lover, roommate, parents?  can not use the washroom. “I’m taking a shower” I yell. They yell back with sarcasm seeping in their voice, “That’s a pretty long shower and I don’t hear the water”. You retort back, “You must be deaf!” Lucky enough you are close to the tap and can turn it on. Still in position, working your butt  muscles from the squat, you continue  reading the latest edition of ELLE magazine. Finally! – Time to wipe/wash the cream off.  The hair wipes off onto your washcloth and you are done. Please do not use this on your face. Oh, but wait!…… Nope you’re not done. There are still tiny hairs that are lingering and did not take.  Grrr, you growl like a dog. Begrudgingly, you apply more smelly cream to make sure you get in every little nook and cranny. Hopefully you don’t actually get it in your love part or butox. That would sting (trust me). Unfortunately before you know it, a couple of days go by and the hair starts to grow back. Yikes! It’s thicker and irritation has begun. You apply the cream (thank you BONUS) and then chuck it across the room because it doesn’t do a damn thing. It makes it in the waste paper basket. I, “hooray” aloud! Arms in the air, standing naked in the middle of the washroom, Success! Small victories people. I never made the basket ball team but I do got some skill. I’m known to be stealth.  

I turned a leaf over the past few years. I’ve tried soft wax (hurt like a mofo). Legs shaking, palms sweaty, I walked out halfway through my appointment. Then I discovered hard wax at my new favourite place, Frilly Lilly . It’s like a candy store for your vagina. Here is their waxing menu. 

Brazilian Wax – $58

Nothing’s left. That’s right. Nothing.

Hawaiian Wax – $58

Aloha! Bare’ly there.

Canadian Wax – $35

O Canada! Perfect for the Canadian bikini.

Alaskan Wax – $25

I walk in and my vagina is smiling. I admit, I still get anxious at the thought of it. But we always think the worst. “What if wax seeps inside?” , “What if the fire alarm goes off?”, “What if my vagina rips off?”, “Is she judging my vagina?”. “What if I fart?”. Judgements and fears  fly through your head like a hungry bird. Then you question, “Am I a bird?” Silly. Silly. No! I’m a peacock. After consistently going every 5 weeks you gain a relationship with your female “waxer”. You are delighted to see each other, “Wow I feel like I was just here!”, you even give your new friend a hug. I mean it’s not everyday you have life chats half-naked with a new friend. This Is Amazing! And once you’re lying on that table with your rocket exposed you realize you are in good hands. Literally. The rubber gloves are on and it’s time to get down to business. In the beginning I had the shaky leg and clammy hands but over time I started to feel more like a champ. I may wince, curse, and hold my breath, but I remind myself that I won’t have to deal with unwanted hair for about 4 weeks. Then I start dreaming of unicorns and rainbows and things start looking even brighter. As I picture a unicorn galloping through green pastures, my day-dream is slowly interrupted when she  asks me to,  “cannon ball” (hug your knees in for the rear wax) or lie down, one leg up in tree pose (for the tiny sensitive bits). Best part of it all. It’s over in 25 minutes and your vagina is ready to rock.  The pain slowly dissipates as time goes on. The more you do it and stay consistent with  your appointments, the more you get used to it. You may even learn to love it. Your vagina then thanks you for making her feel rejuvenated and pristine. If she talks there may be a problem but subliminally you know what she’s saying. And so will your partner.

A few tid bits of info on hard wax. HARD WAX is strip – less wax. Instead it is applied slightly thicker to the skin than soft wax, so become entangled in the hair for more effective removal. It then hardens and is peeled off. The wax is applied at a little hight temperature to allow the pores to open more and for hair to be removed more easily and less painfully.

Benefits of Hard Wax

  • Does not irritate the skin as other waxes do
  • Removes all hair of varying length and thickness (especially coarse hair) effectively.
  • Prevents & reduces ingrown hairs
  • More gentle on the skin
  • Skin is smoother after waxing
  • Hair grows back slower
  • Less painful ….and many more benefits!

So there you be. That’s enough muff talk for the night. – CS XX


From Old To New And A Fluorescent Shoe.

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A young baby smiled at me on transit the other day. I almost started crying. Maybe it was the innocence in his smile or the playfulness in his eyes. Then I was in Holt Renfrew (gimme a break they had a major sale on shoes) and almost bought a pair of Opening Ceremony sandals just because the older woman with the bright blue eyes, red hair, navy polka dot blouse and A line skirt was absolutely adorable in features and style. She kinda reminded me of my grandmother – soft-spoken, baby blues, style, grace, and the abundance of love that would seep out of her hugs and kisses. Except of course the lady did not hug or kiss me, that would have just been odd. My bank account was telling me not to buy them. My heart was saying do it, she was sweet and kind and took the time to find my size. I justified it in my mind for a few seconds, “Maybe she needs the money to buy her grandkids some shoes”, “you only live once!”, “These sandals will compliment your tan”, “you can just hide them, he won’t notice”. Regardless, I refrained from buying and realized it was her soft demeanour, sweet personality and soft eyes of experience that I was a sucker for. But obviously I couldn’t buy her. I mean really that would be ridiculous…….. Can  you buy an old person?  I made a big girl decision that day. I put my emotions aside and told myself, “You don’t need a pair of fluorescent orange sandals, although you would rock them like no tomorrow”. I just wanted to make small talk . And trust me, that’s a first. I walked away and held back tears. Not because I secretly wanted the sandals but because she hit the ol emotional button in my heart part. I have a soft spot for babies and old people. And maybe shoes. Ok shoes for sure. – CS xx

Opening Ceremony Fluorescent Sandals

Stylish Old Women.