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its that time of year again.

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for Christmas crafts. You know it and I know it. As you get older you are given gifts that you simply don’t need (which means they end up stuffed underneath the bed, donated, rewrapped, or left on your neighbours doorstep with a note that says, “love santa”) Unless they are gift cards to your favourite shops (ask me for my ideas), monetary (to pay for those guitar, tap, ballet, art classes, even bills) or a generous donation in your name to your favourite charity. All in all, I really don’t need anything. Save your pennies and help someone who could enjoy a cup of tea, a bowl of soup or a long overdue phone call. As a young kid I would always give the gift of craft making. And as a young woman, well it looks like its gonna be that way this year too. Amy Sedaris put it best in her book, Simple Times: Crafts For Poor People. Yes I own this book. I bought it the minute it came out. I have a serious girl crush on this brilliant woman and somehow I can relate. Not because of my brilliance (or lack thereof) but because of her unique charm, bold characters and weirdness. I love her! So…if you feel compelled to make crafts this year take a peek at her book. Otherwise here are a few of  my top suggestion:

– mason jars filled with sand and shells (a Hawaiian adventure)

– decoupaged wine bottles with a candle of course (include matches. Go the extra step)

– sock puppets (everyone loves mismatched socks with buttons on them)

– reindeer families made from sticks. Use cranberries for oversized noses (This will get em every time!)

Q-tip men (perfect for the nativity scene)

Enjoy! Get creative! Happy shopping (independent/local of course)

CS XO

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Confessions Of A Rockstar Wannabe.

Alright first of all,  I am no rock star (in the literal sense that is). I am not in a band (I pretend to be). I don’t live a life of sex, drugs, and rock and roll and I’m not traveling around the world checking into hotel to hotel (maybe one day).  I’m not  gracing world stages with my extraordinary voice (<— questionable. Some would cover their ears) and musical talents. But, my black leather boots make me feel tough. My leather motorcycle jacket makes me feel cool. My black stilettos make me feel sexy. And hey, my leather leggings well…that’s just a whole different story. So, I said to myself after seeing Canadian rock stars Emily Haines (Metric) and Martina Sorbara (Dragonette) that at some point in my career I’m gonna rock out so hard with my electric guitar, strut around in a leather onesy and maybe just maybe tap dance in between sets.  I confess, I do day-dream about this. Maybe I secretly want to be a rock star. Do I want to portray a rock star in a film? (hells yeah!) Do I want to rock out on stage? (double hells yeah!) Ok then let’s make it happen. #bucketlist

Worse Case Scenario: I got the privacy of my own home. – CS xx

Rock . Leather . Sexy . Motorcycle . Studs . Stiletto . Performance . Musica . Art . Instrumental . lazer beams . Feelin somethin

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Abstract Woman.

I had a wonderful conversation with someone this week which included our love for anything odd. For as long as I can remember I have not been a fan of even numbers, perfect hair, perfectly constructed outfits or even stale personalities. I’ve always been attracted to the things that were a bit off, a little uneven, pinches of quirk and cracked perfection.  I tend to bring a lot of this into my work and play. With anything perfect there is always that flaw. I believe this is the reason for my love of flawed characters. But then again, we are all pretty much flawed and hide behind our masks. I tend to think abstractly and create abstractly. Lately I’ve been locking myself in my room, blasting music and painting. It’s a release to set your mind free from the “to do’s” and let it go. It’s amazing how a piece of music will guide your brush, inspire your colour and not judge how it looks. Most of the time, my left brain has an idea of how I want to depict something but my right brain takes over and the unexpected is there. I love texture and colour…maybe even a bit of sparkle too. This is just how I roll. – CS xx

“Clear thinking at the wrong moment can stifle creativity.”  – Karl Lagerfeld

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“Once Upon A Time….

In A Far Away Land” there was as a little girl who was obsessed with anything that began with, “Once Upon A Time In A Far Away Land…” Who wasn’t? And where is this land they speak of? Or is it just in our imagination? I remember my dad would read fairy tales to me before bed time. And of course every Disney movie that came to the big screen had to be watched with pop and popcorn. They filled my vast imagination with thoughts of magical fairy godmothers, magic dust, sparkles, enchanted forests, prince charming’s, dwarves, kisses, long braided hair and the list goes on and on. Some may dream of fairytale endings when there’s a void. They put us in our happy place to fill our heart, mind and soul. As I grew older I read the Brothers Grimm version and as much as I didn’t want to believe these cracked fairy tales, they too had a sense of reality with the gruesome twists that life may throw. As we grow, we have a better understanding of the lessons that are taught, the symbolism exposed and the subliminal messages you even see in your favourite Disney movie (yes, they are there if you look really hard). We have more of an awareness of ourselves too. You have to just take both with a grain of salt and know that sometimes fairy tales are just fairy tales and reality is where you’re at right now. Although kissing a frog would be interesting. This takes me to those magical pair of heels that you’ve encountered. You stand there holding them, smelling them, touching them. You glide your hand down that marvellous heel. You know that heel is dangerous. As a matter of fact its going to kill your feet and your knees. You know that after 5 minutes of walking in them, toes pushed against the front, forced arches rising, you will not turn into a pumpkin but rather the Hunchback of Notre Dame. Believe me, I’ve been there and done that. And I still do that because honestly those heels are just too dynamite not to wear. They are sexy. They make your legs look like a model’s body. Not a model’s leg, her entire body. Yikes! You are taller than you have every dreamed you could be. You try them on and of course your instincts were right. You squeal, you cringe, you blush with frustration as you force your foot in that heel. “God dammit! Get in! Get in! Don’t embarrass me!!”. After exhaling and smiling confidently, you thank the perturbed man who has seen you stroking them for the past month. You politely say, “Thank you sir, but it looks like I’m going to have to think about them…. until next Monday…. when I get paid “. NOT. You will never step foot near those heels again, especially if hawk eye is watching your every step. They just weren’t a perfect fit. You frown. Think Cinderella –  the many women at the ball who squeezed their foot in that glass slipper trying to appease the likes of the prince. But knowingly enough, they too were not a perfect fit. Your frown slowly rises, Wait a second. You see  another pair of heels (Note to self: You are looking at way too many shoes lately). They may not look like a strippers foot like the last ones. Yes you can say that now because they didn’t fit and you didn’t buy them. But the girl who buys them could be mistaken for a stripper! I’m just saying. But we aren’t judging here cause we’re in my fairytale. Back to these heels. Damn, they are truly gorgeous and hey you got some time. Time is the essence. As a matter of fact you don’t wear a watch and your cell phone died. So there isn’t even a clock around. You try them on for shi*s and giggles. Oh my. Why they are a perfect fit. Your legs may not look like a models entire body but they look like your body. Your legs. Your feet and knees aren’t screaming at you. And dang you are sexy! SOLD!!!! “I’ll use Visa, debit and cash please”. Like I said, I get paid next Monday. I’ll tell ya, you just can’t fake a comfortable shoe. But for a few seconds you can always dream it. Lesson learned once again – CS xx

Moral Of The Story

Moral Of The Story

Magical Kiss

Magical Kiss

A Modern Day Rupunzel

A Modern Day Rupunzel

Strippers Delight.

Strippers Delight.

Crowned Princess.

Crowned Princess.

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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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Here Comes The Bride…..

Follow Me

Nope! it’s not me yet! But someone by the name of Saysha is! Well she thinks so anyways.  Since meeting Jack at the call centre, Saysha’s world has been turned upside down. Locked and loaded with bestie Fran, they head out for a day of girl talk, mid-day cocktails and dress shopping – the white kind. RECORD SCRATCH.  Delightfully delusional, Saysha’s gettin’ married! This episode boasts one of the most unforgettable guest star moments with Sabryn Rock as the ‘Shop Girl’. “Here comes the briiii-iiii-iiiide”. Check it out in Episode 5 of inSAYSHAble  .

As for a wedding dress, here are two designers that I have been falling in love with. They are not your typical bridal gowns, as a matter of fact they are deliciously unique. Quite frankly, they make my mouth melt. CS x

Designer Laure De Sagazan  only designs out of her Paris space. These are a few dresses from her collection. They are very classic with a twist of bohemian. Will someone please fly me to France so I can bring one back?  Le Sigh. I think she should have a collection in Canada.

Laure De Sagazan

Laure De Sagazan

Lare De Sagazan

Lare De Sagazan

Designer Jenny Packham based in the UK. British designer Jenny Packham’s collection is romantic and  flirtatious. I adore her ready to wear collection, lingerie to her sexy and romantic bridal gowns. The cut, material and styles are to die for. My mouth is still salivating.

Jenny Packham

Jenny Packham

Bonus round. American fashion Designer Vera Wang whose collection reminds me of a fairy tale story. 

Vera Wang

Minus the black ribbon.

Vera Wang

Vera Wang

Although I would definitely opt out for a red or monochrome wedding dress, I love the style and enchantment of them all. I think I am going to have a touch time choosing mine. But I do have a few thoughts….Champagne anyone? CS x

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THURSDAY.

FOLLOW ME

How is your Thursday morning starting off? Check out Saysha’s. Written by Amy Matysio, Arlen Konopaki and Jeff Beesley, Featuring Robert Benz and Derek Baynham with music by Rah Rah– it’s Episode 4. Tune in to  inSAYSHAble right NOW!

HIRED, FIRED and IN LOVE.  Saysha gets a temp job at an animal poison control call centre. More interested in chatting on the phone to customers than doing her job – she is fired before lunch by Mr.Gross Boss. On her way out she meets Jack, the charming regional manager. Sparks fly!

I remember working at  a call center for Nissan Canada back in the day (The things we do to have our days free to audition). Let me tell you, I was surrounded by the most amazing characters. My job as a “customer service employee” entailed: Calling clients to remind them of their monthly tune up, Make appointments for their monthly tune up, Deal with angry customers over why their monthly tune up didn’t work (Believe me this was a test of patience), Be courteous and kind (Maybe I shouldn’t have said to a client “DO NOT raise your voice at me sir” or reassure a wife that I was “JUST calling from Nissan Canada” convincing her with my tone that  I am not your husband’s mistress).  If I didn’t stick to the robotic script I was warned I would be removed. Not just removed from my chair. Removed from the building. Of course, in my charming ways I continued to improvise the script to sound more personal and endearing. I couldn’t take anyone seriously around me but I had to keep in mind that this job was someone else’s career and for me it was a means of money and quite frankly a wealth of character work. My friend and I, *Christine got separated for laughing too much (Sorry for having a good time at my customer service job). We would crack up when our eyes would meet and snicker at anything we found funny. And of course we just made everything a funny party.  *Jason, my manager would float in from his break eating nothing but hamburgers for dinner. The only vegetable I saw him eat was the diced pickle and even then I have my doubts at that even being a vegetable. Although it’s green. He was probably 45 but looked 60. His yellow teeth glistened, and I thought to myself , “I betcha I could use his teeth as a flashlight”. My flamboyant boss, *Glen would float around in his tight pants and wife beater prancing around the room giving orders like he knew what he was talking about. You know those people who are in superior positions that reiterate who they are because of a lack of self confidence? I think I had met him. When you know that he was probably the cousin of an uncle whose rich father needed to give his son a job. Blah Blah Blah. Or, his College Degree in Sociology granted him this amazing job as manager in the customer service department. Escalating a problem with a customer meant writing the complaint in the big binder and putting it on the shelf. It goes no where people! Or he just wanted his weekends free. Any three will do.  You get my drift. Cause when I caught him sitting behind closed doors with the head honcho, *Bertha eating chips and probably planning the weekend’s festivities on a roof top patio I knew I was in excellent hands and he was definitely someone I’d consider a role model. Night after night I would call a customer, put on an accent, hang up in mid sentence from laughing and then call back apologizing for the disconnection. I’d stare at the obese woman across from me guzzling a super sized EVERYTHING, notice the guy next to me probably texting his mother, the girl on the other side of the room wearing sunglasses while catching a cat nap and I’d wonder to myself in a loud inside voice, “WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING HERE?”  Only to realize the benefit of this job was having my days free, getting a pay cheque, and I’ll say it again character work. I  always take something away as an actor, it’s what makes it more interesting. Needless to say one night I felt a tap on my shoulder and *Glen with his freshly sprayed tan and wife beater says to me, (and it went something like this).

Glen: Pack your stuff please.

Me: Me?

Glen: You didn’t stick to the script.

Me: Uh, Yeah I did.

Glen: No. You didn’t. I was standing right around the corner.

Me: Then you probably didn’t hear me from over there…(beat) (stare down) (roll of the eyes) You know what?! Whatever..You want me to sound like a robot? Then hire one. Cause I ain’t one. This is useless. And I am outta here!!!!!!!  Oh, and you might want to change your tank top and leather pants cause no one is taking you seriously right now.

As all eyes were on me, my voice was echoing throughout the call centre. This was my moment of victory. My moment to shine . My time to speak out on behalf of my associates who just sat there wide-eyed in their cushioned seats and oversized sweaters admiring this firecracker of a weirdo who was sticking up for her beliefs, speaking her mind, “respecting”  her superior or just acting completely inapropriate (but at least I got it off of my chest, not many people do) And yes, hell sure…I was back to eating samples at Whole Foods, racking up my debt, continuing to wait tables, cater, do promo work, buy clothes I couldn’t afford and then return them, sell shoes at 9 West. (Most of my jobs lasted me about 2 weeks for obvious reasons). But guess what? I set an example that day. I raised the bar for others who were afraid to speak their mind. As I left the call centre, throwing my swipe card on the desk, unplugging the phone when no one was looking and banging on the key board one last time. I walked proudly out the door. No matter what joe job I’ve had to work I always take something away from it. Cause that’s who I am and who I will always be. A character.

* All names have been changed for the privacy of those working or not working at Nissan Canada. I’m sure they don’t read this blog or eat ample amounts of pickles anymore. But you never know. I’m a professional. CS xx

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