1575 West 6th Avenue
Vancouver, BC Canada V6J 1R1
Saturday: 10:00 – 5:00
Sunday: 11:00 – 4:00
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)
My first thought when I woke up this morning was, “I don’t want to get out of bed”. The sound of the rain was my alarm clock, the grey gloom is my cityscape until the first image I looked at on my compu pu was simple tranquility. Need I say more on this dreary Monday morning? Simple perfection, perfectly blue. I would like to be there. In a heartbeat I would. Soon I will.
“For relaxing times, make it Suntory time”
Bill Murray always puts a smile on my face (not everyone can) He is by far one of my all time favourite actor/comedians whose performances are always brilliantly executed. If you haven’t scene Lost In Translation you should. Even if it’s for the hilarious scene of him as famous actor, Bob Harris struggling to make a “Suntory” whiskey commercial in Japan. It’s enough to win my heart. It’s enough to make me want to pour a glass of Suntory. On the beach. With Bill Murray. This is my perfect monday morning. CS XX
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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
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
What is it about the White Russian?
It reminds me of the adult who still orders milk at a restaurant except with liquor so they don’t look 6. Maybe I’m being a little harsh here, but we’ve all seen this. And to each their own. You want to order milk with your pasta, go ahead. But it’s just plain weird. And trust me, I know what it’s like to be weird (I’m a pro at it). I mean gee whiz, your listening to the gal who loves to drink tea and chew gum at the same time. I like how the gum softens and almost melts in my mouth part. The delicious juice of the flavoured gum mixed with my hot cup of tea (especially peppermint) is as delightful tasting as Nutella on toast. It makes it easy to chew especially if you have an achy jaw. Speaking of jaw, I still haven’t found my retainer. I flung it out of my mouth one night and haven’t seen it since. I also talk in my sleep so I’m really not sure what happened but I do know it is nowhere to be found. I clearly have a ghost in my apartment who needs it more that I do. I never thought in a million years that I would utter these words but here goes, “I miss you retainer”. Weird. No? Yes. Milk and cookies I get – you have the dunk factor. Milk and tomato sauce? Well, that’s just a no, no. Please don’t order milk with your pasta. Alright I’m going off on a tangent.
I do like the odd White Russian, especially with Almond Milk. Add some coffee in there and boom! You got a Hot Black Russian. I’ll take that. I’ll even take that over ice. How can one resist? Wait a sec, what are we talking about? Oh yes! Right. The cocktail. Well, come to think of it, Who even says a White Russian has to be a drink? – CS xx
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 Gonzales. I’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