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September

01

Back to the Future


It’s been a pretty busy few weeks…doing nothing more than enjoying those final days of summer (I state this with death in my heart since the heat wave has packed up and left unexpectedly, leaving nary a Berger Post-It in sight). This is enough to make us weep in melodramatic Puccini fashion, but tragedy need not be our adopted little pet, especially when the season ahead is looking mighty sexy and promising.

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I was invited by the good people of H&M to preview their A/W15 Studio Collection at the CN Tower last week and let me tell you that one must not fear the future for it is looking brighter than a thousand suns! I must admit I had become a bit disenchanted with H&M in terms of their last few collections, sensing a lack of “fire” from its designers — to the exception of a few bright and print-heavy pieces, most of their items on display reminded me greatly of the 90’s catalog-order era, where Rich-People-at-the-Country-Club style (chinos and plain tanks in a rainbow of colors) reigned supreme. I’m guessing my mental memo found its way onto the brand’s Ordre du Jour because last Thursday proved old love and second chances do go hand-in-hand like romance novels and love songs even in fashion.

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The brand is looking to the future this season and will deliver our favorite autumnal palette of burgundy, rust red, pumpkin orange, dark green, camel, grey, black, off-white, gold, bronze and silver with an equal dose of gems and gusto. From fiery fake-fur coats that will adorn the backs of the Bold and the Beautiful at David Pecaut Square come fashion week (read: likely to trigger the rioting charge from animal-rights activists), all the way to bejeweled oversized sweaters and baseball caps, quirky sequined accessories, utilitarian street-approved footwear, and structural coats evocative of Moscow’s Gorbachev era, H&M is leading the futurism mission without the need of taking a middle-aged Michael J. Fox out of retirement to make its case.

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And for those of us who happen to buy into the matching brood decorum (guilty on all counts!) I’m happy to report that the thematic tone and color scheme is further carried out into the men and children’s lines, an ideal situation for those photo ops that will have everyone looking the part of They Got Game brand ambassadors (the Instagram edition).

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The collection comes out in 200 select stores on September 10th.

Avec amour,

– A

Photo Credit: Cindy WhoIsArlette Orellana

July

31

All-Purpose Bag? YNOT!


“Do you have your purse?”

“Yeeesss…Don’t forget her bag!”

“I know! What about the camera? Any space left in yours so I don’t have to bring my bag?!?!”

This has been the Groundhog Day dialogue of the last nine and half months and frankly, it’s one remake none of us in the OClan are keen on replaying until the end of time.

How can the family on the go remedy the lack of ease of being in and out the door without the feeling of hauling its entire life every day?!

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To understand the damage, one must know what it is made of:

LITTLE MAMI’S ESSENTIALS | diapers; wipes; changing pad; receiving blanket; washcloth; bib; change of clothes; hat; extra pair of shoes or sandals; light jacket; sunscreen; bug repellent; toys; snacks; pureed food; sippy cup; comb and brush; sunglasses. Stored and carried in her ONE COMPARMENT #SELFIE tote bag since birth. Great conversation starter thanks to the kirky hashtag front, but impractical otherwise. Filed under #BaggageTsunami #SmallGirlBigWorld

HUBBY’S ESSENTIALS | camera and lenses; chargers; battery packs; wallet; study book of the week; magazine; notepad and pen; keys. Stored and carried in a man bag that has seen better days or thrown into my already packed lady carry-all. Filed under #MarriageBreaker #ManSwagBagPronto

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MY ESSENTIALS | wallet; sunglasses; keys; laptop; chargers; magazine; reading book of the week; notepad or sketchbook and pen/pencils; a couple of USB keys; a pouch containing hand lotion, hand sanitizer, lipstick, deodorant, compact mirror, Tide To Go, Honest Company ointment, breath mints; single baby sock looking lonelier than Dan ‘Lonely Boy’ Humphrey (how did that end up in there?!); hubby’s last-minute thrown-in items. Filed under: #SpaceHackers #GimmeMyLifeBack

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THE KID’S ESSENTIALS | basketball shoes; basketball shorts; wallet; water bottle. Stored and carried in his Nike shoe bag which we must secretly as brilliant — he’s obviously versed in the language of ‘less is more’. Filed under: #SmarterThanAllYall #PeaceRestorer

Can practicality and harmony coexist when the chaos of “too much” often halts speed, ease and productivity?

There’s a team that answers this with a resounding YNOT thanks to its thoughtfully crafted and innovative cycling, travel and everyday use bags and accessories, taking the guesswork out of #hustleshuffle in favor of more ‘Do You’ time.

Last week, I was invited by the lovely Kelsey Cole and the good people of YNOT to the brand’s Queen St. W. storefront to pick out a bag of my choosing from their new Magnetic Series line. Thinking of my family’s needs, I decided on the Magnetica in black for its sleek gender-neutral look and for the fact that it is made with water repellent material (‘Bye Felicia’ to baby spills), offers roomy compartments on all sides (back pocket laptop sleeve? C-L-E-V-E-R!) and has buckles that magnetically connect (hot damn, the #TinderofTravelBags).

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I took my new bag for a spin to The Beaches on summer’s hottest day: in went all of our respective essentials, allowing me to not have to slave away under the weight of two bags for a change. Even as I twirled with miss CEO on the playground, it felt light on my back, with the weight evenly distributed throughout. I marched into the sun like the cool G.I. Jane I only dream to be.

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Maybe I am her today and will be her every day forward…Why not? I’ve got this in the bag;)

Avec amour,

– A

Photo credit: Wil ‘Only1O’ Orellana

July

29

The Big Chop (or How To Reinvent Yourself)


I sensed that sooner or later, I would crack and it would happen; and by “it”, I mean the most significant hair chop of my life. Although I’ve been known to drastically change dos’ in a blank of an eye, going short and sassy one minute and long and flowy the next, my recent chop is the most significant one to date as it is the one that best represents my most personal (read apocalyptic) journey to transition yet. I mean, isn’t this the sort of change that turned spurned housewife Bernadine in Waiting to Exhale into a “Take Charge” sista? Or the kind of A-ha moment that made a coming-of-age Felicity drop her father’s carefully-crafted college plans for her in favor of her own artistic aspirations?

That word that best describes THAT feeling following such a change? LIBERATION, methinks.

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A little more than a year ago, I pondered what it would mean to go natural and not necessarily for the sole reason of embracing my God-given roots, which seems to be the en vogue thing to say when questions pour in. My philosophy on “Crowning Glories” is that women (especially Black women) need to learn to respect each others’ personal hair preferences and I uphold this belief even now that I’ve hacked away at my honey-hued tresses in favor of a short curly ‘fro.

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For countless reasons that run the gamut of taking a stand from historical consciousness to remedying severe hair damage, all the way to undergoing a sudden change in lifestyle or condition and everything in between, going natural is a personal story told from one’s own vantage point in life and which is weaved in with a past that taught us what we needed to know in order to become who we need to be. In that respect, openness and a willingness to let go of what one knows is paramount to that change.

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After doing my due diligence of researching salons versed in natural hair, I decided on Curl Bar Beauty Salon based on the positive reviews and booked a consultation. On the day of the appointment, I breathed in deeply knowing that the meeting would either make me come out confident in my decision or make me recoil in fear. Thankfully, Ghergis, the hair expert who met with me, is quite familiar with the anxiety women face in taking the big leap and encouraged me to follow my heart and intuition rather than sell me a laundry list of bias reasons. So after sleeping on it for a night (and placing a quick ‘Keep It Real’ call to my BFF), I returned the next day and let Ghergis do her thang!

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The end result surprised me for two reasons: 1) it didn’t come out as life-shattering (i.e super-duper short) as I imagined despite the fact that I only had an inch of new growth; this made me both sigh of relief and amusement because I imagined that my husband would otherwise have to scoop me off the floor from going into psychogenic shock; 2) I had my own A-ha moment minutes after Ghergis completed the styling and it boils down to this: everything I thought about beauty up until now was just one facet of the mirror — a woman, no matter who she is, CAN at any given time and place, redefine her beauty whichever way fits her world view and there’s not a damn thing anyone can say about it if she loves the person looking right back at her.

And that, friends, is LIBERATION.

Avec amour,

– A

 Photo Credit: Wil ‘Only1O’ Orellana

July

18

How Do You Like Your Fro-Yo?


“Forget art. Put your trust in ice cream.”
― Charles Baxter, The Feast of Love

Green open spaces that house communal shindigs of all kinds…

Around-the-clock festivals that put art, music and entertainment front and centre…

Regular celebrity sightings of Tinseltown’s finest walking our fair city streets…

Extended social hour for the overworked as they let loose until the sun goes down…

The return of favorite chilly treats to cool us off when le soleil is frying us to bits…

VIVE L’ÉTÉ!

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Those are some of the great things that are synonymous with Canadians’ favorite season (and deservedly so!) after being face-slapped with harsh winds, downpours and chilly air most of the year. Sure, we’ll agree that the other seasons possess their own charm (in their own PSYCHOTIC way!?), but now that the good times are asking to roll with us once more, let’s set aside sarcastic Anna Kendrick shower thoughts for a sec and focus on the golden opportunity at hand: that of becoming happy-go-lucky children again with Menchie’s, one of Toronto’s top purveyors of fro-yo (i.e. ice cream’s much sexier exotic cousin).

When EGPR invited me to the media launch of the brand’s newest flavor, Oreo Cookie, it was a no-brainer for this girl who thinks of frozen desserts as a third child. As a seasonal allergy sufferer who’s been barred by her Doc from taking allergy medication this summer because of breastfeeding, I rely on cool and tasty treats working they way down my aggravated throat canal as my tried-and-true relief solution.

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Did I mention that the invitation came with an enticing contest that would see one lucky attendee being crowned Menchie’s Ultimate Summer VIP based on their one-of-a-kind, self-titled creation?

A Fro-Yo Supremacy Reigning King or Queen title?!?!

Find that grinning emoji tout de suite and add THAT to your CV under your ‘Funny Cat Video Producer’ and ‘Professional Bistro Food Taster” skills!?

My own unique mix, which I named ‘Eat Your Karma’, was made with Black Cherry Greek Yogurt, Skor pieces, mini caramel cups, cookie dough and caramel sauce — a sugar-sweet concoction so lethal that the subway ride/walk home were deemed powerless against the newly encased calories.

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Earlier this week, I traveled with EGPR #GirlBoss Esther Garnick to Montreal to give their media its own crack at the Menchie’s VIP Title and I was beyond pleased to meet some of the most fashionable and polished ladies of La Belle Province. In addition to admiring their creations and hearing about their lives and loves, I feasted my eyes on one great outfit look after another, a clear reminder that these Québécoises are the perfect representatives of Parisian style this side of the world. All in all, a great day for mankind and the summer treats that keep us young…

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I may never know the answer to Anna Kendrick’s existential fro-yo question, but I do know one thing for sure: whether in Toronto or Montreal, in Fashion and Fro-Yo, We Trust!

Avec amour,

– A

P.S.: Fro-yo fan yourself? Then meet me on Instagram for a chance to win a 10-voucher summer pack for Menchie’s treats. Friends don’t let fellow fanatics eat fro-yo alone…

 Photo credit: Cindy ‘WhoIsArlette’ Orellana

July

01

Good Times


I’m a child of the 70’s…or precisely, one born in that final year of the “Make Love, Not War” era (let’s not ponder how ancient that makes me, d’accord?!). I don’t have many mementos of my everyday toddler uniform from those times, save for a picture of a two-year old me sporting a red tee and matching bell bottoms (complete with a yea high ‘fro) as I stood next to a giant wrapped box that almost eclipsed me in size. But with the 70’s being fashion’s “comeback decade” this season and music festivals presenting themselves as ideal stomping grounds for psychedelic wares, revisiting the idea of fashion that expressed peace and freedom does make for a bold statement in these times desperate for positive change.

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In recent years, my wardrobe has evolved into mostly structural and monochromatic pieces; but regardless of my new penchant for minimalistic wares, I must ALWAYS have prints in my closet: I just feel incomplete without them, especially since they take the guesswork out of “elevating” an otherwise generic-looking outfit.

Over the weekend, we had lunch with friends in Trinity Bellwoods, one of Toronto’s most beloved neighborhoods thanks to its eclectic and vibrant scene. Knowing that we’d be headed to the area informed my outfit choice for that lunch date: printed flare trousers obtained at a “ridonculous” price, as well as a perforated suede halter top reminiscent of Soul Train’s ‘Let The Good Times Roll’ disco craze. And although the temptation to go barefoot among park loungers and sunbathers seemed enticing, that’s where I drew a clear line in the sand: if style is a subjective matter, I like for my “matter” to include some level of sophistication and mine came in the form of buttery-soft leather wedges to complete the look. Il faut savoir doser les choses, quoi!? (“level things out”, my digital-aged hippies!) #parksplintersnomore

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Bob Dylan sang it best: ‘The Times, They Are A Changin’ and we’re certainly witnessing this in many aspects; but in some weird paradox, the times are also “recycling” themselves, making the old new again (and none more so than in fashion).

What does one leave in the past and what does one take into the future?

Popular matter or subjective matter?

While the powers that be in fashion work on deciding the next trends, I’ll be out there today like my fellow countrymen and women, lounging and sunbathing, enjoying the freedom this country affords me to be just ME…either barefoot or in my disco-inspired sky-highs!?

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Happy Canada Day to all of you who love this country and call it home — We Are The North indeed and so darn hot, might I add, that even Mr. West knew his daughter couldn’t have gone by any other name!? #boom #wentthere #ProudCanadian

Avec amour,

– A

 Photo Credit: Wil ‘Only1O’ Orellana

June

21

Like Father, Like Daughter } Father’s Day Edition


“So fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do…” – Daughters, John Mayer

He didn’t know what was awaiting him: how his heart was going to open up bigger, wider and further than he’d ever allowed himself to feel until this day. But I gave him fair warning…

What does a man know about himself and the women in his life until a daughter enters the fold?

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Of his mother? He owes her much for her unconditional love and sacrifice; but any semblance of the sinister Oedipus complex one may imagine is not part of his DNA.

Of his ex-girlfriends? They ought to fall back. Not a single one can claim to have ever gotten this kind of unshakable commitment out of him, even when they believed they had him “sprung”.

Of his wife? Far from a rival. Until now, the love of his life appeared to have all the elements of what he sought in a woman…until the one stemming from his bones — “the flesh of his flesh” — made him discover the earth below him, the sky above him and the fire within him.

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She’s his angel, his #1; together, they’re intertwined in a universe where a man, until he meets a daughter, doesn’t fully grasp the extent and limitless possibilities of his love and desire to protect and nurture the minute he lays eyes on HER.

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“Like Father, Like Daughter” goes one of the many variations of the saying. In the Orellana Clan, the evidence of this, it seems, is in the growing number of stills that pepper our family Instagram account, where matching bun shots, Sunday selfies and short video clips of their resembling faces are the modern day Kodak moments of Daddy-And-Me dynamos.

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The hubs is celebrating his first Father’s Day today and it’s one he’s spoken about wistfully over the years as if the chances of it ever coming true were as grim as Command walking Olivia down the aisle!? #ohsnap #noshedidnt #Scandalmetaphor

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But here we are: 8 months later, adjusting to this new normal dictated by a bubbly Daddy’s Girl whose father already dreads the idea of her going on dates, moving out or away or (eek!) getting married. Calling him back to earth (and present day!) is alas part of this lady’s daily list of B-generated duties:

Breastfeeding…Bathing…Banishing baby snatching fears

But I digress.

I love the sheer force of this growing bond and welcome it with the same intensity that it took me to recognize that their love is no threat to our own. It’s a different kind of love — that of a man who got fair warning, and when push comes to shove, handles his daughter like a BOSS!

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Happy Father’s Day to all the men who hold their families down and to the Heavenly Father who loves us unconditionally in a way that surpasses all understanding…

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Avec amour,

– A

Photo credit: Cindy ‘WhoIsArlette’ Orellana

June

16

Stop and Smell The Roses


I’m always impressed with bloggers who diligently keep their followers in the loop on a daily basis: whether through bite-size accounts of daily going-ons via Twitter, Facebook or Instagram, or through beautifully detailed blog shots, they hold themselves accountable to a higher standard than the often heard “I’m-a-blogger” hyphenated title. I admire them because I recognize that to have passion is one thing, but to hold fast the discipline to write every day is quite another.

Blogging EVERY…SINGLE…DAY?

Rain or shine?

Nature’s Hail or Hail Mary?

Running through meadows or riding the crimson wave?

Yeah, totally failed in that capacity thus far, although not entirely from a lack of interest or things to say…

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Life happens so fast that I often have to stop to take it all in, be in that moment and be fine with the notion that many things are for my own curiosity and not necessarily the world’s (which is something many of us have a hard time digesting — blame it on the #SocialMediaMadeMeDoIt disease). But that is a choice each one of us must make for themselves based on personal motivations.

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But ‘Life Lately’ in these parts has been light, fun, full of surprises…and flashing before my very eyes. With summer officially at our door, I’m eager to see how people in the Dot roll. As I continue to spruce up Casa Orellana, I remain on a quest to befriend the city that is now home, keeping my eyes peeled to opportunities to see, hear and do. I made a trek to the monthly Toronto Flower Market on Saturday to snag myself a bouquet of my all-time favorite blooms and to “stalkarazzi” regular folks in their element. The stereotypes of what big city folks are often perceived as could seem like characters from a Cindy Chupak novel:

Casually-chic moms pushing cherubim-looking tots in designer strollers followed closely by their beefed-up husbands dressed in their Saturday Golf best;

Proud dog owners parading their adorable and well-behaved furry friends and exchanging dog-rearing tips with like-minded animal lovers;

Young professionals scouring every kiosk with their girl squads or BFs while touting graphic print totes in one hand and steaming hot cups of organic coffee in the other;

Garden enthusiasts drilling vendors on floral terminology sounding far more like a long-lost Swedish dialect than gardening speak;

Recognizable lifestyle bloggers snapping the chic floral displays with shiny DSLRs while looking the picture of Topshop perfection;

Little Mami exchanging knowing glances with other babies in an understanding ‘Look Who’s Talking?’ manner as strangers’ voices rose to high-octave Baby Babble…

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What would this bestseller be called? ‘Hipsterville’ or the ‘United Nation of Cool, Cooler and Coolest’?

I kid. Just peeples going about their business on a Saturday the way any good neighbor would.

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Taking in the pulse of the city as the temperatures rise and seeing it morph under a bright blue sky, out on the streets, as bodies move past shops and people, and in and out of mazes and moments? A pleasure then, a pleasure now and a pleasure always.

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Here’s to curiosity winning the game from time to time, party of one or party of all…

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Avec amour,

– A

Photo credit: Cindy ‘WhoIsArlette’ and W. ‘Onl1O’ Orellana

June

09

Body Electric


Seems like everywhere I turn lately, rock hard abs, sculpted arms and chiseled chests are the stuff of dreamy IG feeds where the donut sun doesn’t shine. From Hannah Bronfman‘s plethora of daily workouts so hardcore they’ll have you reaching for the crying emoji, all the way to my BFF’s cupboards replete with organic goods, I find myself wondering whether every bite that enters my mouth doesn’t rightfully classify under ‘Fat Trap’. The notion that there can be no gain without pain is one I’ve avoided on and off for years, for no greater reason than the fact that I simply do not enjoy working out the way some people do.

Do the happy endorphins kick in after I’ve “Madonna’d” myself to sweaty disgrace? Yes.

Do I feel a sense of accomplishment when I’ve pushed myself beyond the limits of my weak limbs? Certainement!

But after all is said and done, where does all that machismo bravado disappear to the minute I leave the confines of Body Electric laboriousness?

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With summer around the corner, the pressure to develop a Video Vixen body reaches its apogee and although for some, this serves as motivation to “regulate” one’s deplorable habits, in others, it triggers a rebellious stance against unrealistic expectations that are more socially-driven than personal. The ones in favor of the latter argument often bring up the rise in popularity of an ample BUM-BUM as The New Ideal, thanks in huge part to Beyoncé, Nicki, Jennifer and Iggy singing the praises of bigger posteriors; many will say that this is reason enough to embrace a new beauty ideal as opposed to the one being shoved down our throats by mainstream media. I, myself, have found myself on both end of the spectrum: one minute, loving my “Bubble Butt” as it sat comfortably in the tiniest pair of Guess jeans, and the next, reading up obsessively on cure miracles that could whittle it down to Mommy Butt territory, aka “Pancake” Booty.

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But we’re not here to lead a Voluptuous vs. Thin war. Let us consider, instead, the more pressing matters at hand, namely health and self-esteem. When fitness becomes a priority and is the catalyst for being sane of mind, keeping illness at bay and lifting spirits up, they often clarify other areas of our lives, bringing forth productivity, activity and good ol’ happy. And let’s face it, no law in the natural world will ever be against such positive benefits.

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BFF and I attended a SWEATBox session last weekend that was hosted by fitness expert and social media phenom Dawn Archer during her recent visit to the city and it was not only an energetic and fun session, but it also inspired me to get back into caring for myself on a much deeper level (and by deeper, I mean going above the “walk everywhere” minimum requirement). My pores cried every last bit of their sweaty tears as I jumped, gyrated my hips and  shook what my momma gave me to no end. In that moment, I thought to myself that perhaps the beasts that are my growing hips, my bulging postnatal muffin top and the overall sluggishness that attacks my every senses from time to time CAN AND WILL be extinguished if I find it in me to get passed my aversion for fitness. For now, Dawn Archer, you won this one…

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I wish I could state for the record that all this hard work went the way of the Fitness Champ Hall of Fame, but you would be led astray — we promptly followed up all this Body Electric fun with a visit to the Mac ‘n’ Cheese Festival (Mac ‘n’ Cheese with Doritos and sriracha? #fingerlickinggood) and a quick trip to Bloor West for dessert. Sadly for salad bars everywhere, no remorse ensued.

What can I say? I’m a work in progress…

Avec amour,

– A

Photo credit: Cindy ‘WhoIsArlette’ Orellana

May

09

We Orellana Girls | Mother’s Day Edition


“Oh, my sweet girl, you made me work!” I cried out, as beads of sweat and tears ran down my face and my midwife placed my daughter’s tiny body on my chest. At last, she was here: my Little Mami, the one I’d prayed for without ceasing for two years.

Sophia: Greek for “Wisdom; wise”

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As I look at my little girl today, 7 months of sugar and spice and everything nice, her once undefined newborn face replaced by almond-shaped eyes, a button nose and a wide toothless grin, I still cannot believe that she’s mine. It’s quite a mystery to look down at a face that resembles parts of your own, to observe some of your mannerisms and quirks replicated by another and to never tire of being called by the one word that sounds sweeter than the lyrics of your favorite jam.

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As we’re gearing up to celebrate another Mother’s Day, I realize that the holiday itself should not be construed as egotistical boasting for one’s prowess as a purveyor of life; it’s the tale of a tribe, a diverse clan of caregivers that extends past the uterus that births us. After all, if physiology alone dictated what makes a mother, which argument could we use in favor of the countless children who are abandoned, neglected or rejected? This is why I love the example I grew up with in the Haitian culture, where we’re brought up to call our mothers, grandmothers, aunts and community neighbors “Manmi” (Creole for Mom) no matter who they are, showing our reverence to the many ladies who positively impact our lives every day.

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Whether they’re versed in child-rearing after bearing the brunt of multiple births; faced with the demanding adoption process by choice or necessity; or holding fast the hope of conception in spite of many failed attempts, miscarriages and diagnoses that often try to discourage them from going any further, “Manmies”, in whichever form they come in, are our first examples of unconditional love, courage and sacrifice; and to me, that’s essentially the way I hope Mother’s Day could be viewed and celebrated by the population at large.

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I often think about what my relationship with Sophia will look like in the future, only to remind myself that I ought to focus on the here and now and pray for a relationship that can get passed strife, disagreements and disappointments, that will thrive in acceptance and mutual respect, and that will blossom in love. And when I pass and Sophia goes on to have a daughter of her own, my wish is that whatever we will have cultivated over the years that was memorable, noteworthy and life-changing goes on to imprint itself into her own relationship with her daughter and grow tenfold.

“Oh, my sweet girl, you made me work!”

“Yes I did, but I was worth it, no?” I imagine she’ll say one day.

Indeed, wise girl, indeed…

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Happy Mother’s Day to all you lovely “Manmies”!

Avec amour,
– A

Photo Credit: W. ‘Only10’ Orellana

May

04

Arlette Chez Colette


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Spring is turning out to be quite something and my grill is shining brighter than the sun’s rays. Two of the major highlights from last month that still have me in a gleeful mood include my Little Mami saying “Mama” for the first time (which she now uses religiously to keep me whipped!?) and finding the #OClan’s new home!

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With the move fast approaching, we find ourselves living in all of my favorite home decor spots lately like permanent store fixtures, and with so much to be done (and the fact that I’m the not-so-patient type), it has been both thrilling and overwhelming. If I could have it my way, my new home would be set up with all the bells and whistles in a single day; but alas, I fall short of those Heiress Tree Dollars and must pace myself, learning to set the place up little by little like the “Get Smart” money manager I try to be (although, admittedly, doing so feels as refreshing as drinking vinegar). But what can I say? Old habits die hard, but so will my money if I do not learn to manage the cheese like a diligent mouse (the fact that I would use a rodent metaphor at all should totally make all of our heads explode right about now).

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In an attempt to get out of my own head for a while and focus on my recent blessings rather than the tiresome work another move will entail, I made a weekday lunch reservation for me and BFF who, turns out, had her own cause for celebration. After exploring the mani-pedi circuit a few times, enjoying a much-needed day of relaxation at the spa, twinning it at the AGO and churchin’ it at each of our respective iglesias in recent months, I wondered to myself how two girls with well-documented voracious appetites, as well as a love of “showing up and showing out”, could remain within “casual hang” territory when this city is brimming with hot restaurant destinations!?

Leave Olivia to her business; I got this…#BFFadventuresFixer

Turns out, all we needed was our first trek to the famed French-inspired Colette for a middle of the week meetup that saw us toasting to the Good from our Great God and provided me with plenty of inspiration to get back to the grind with quite a few ideas for the new place and life in general. I was so enchanted by our surroundings that I penned the following little poem about who I imagined “Colette” would be in the flesh…

There is a secret which I know

Beyond the white doors, where one must go

As the ocean’s hues collide with soft sand dunes

And the sun’s bright rays meets the afternoon.

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There she sits, composed and solitaire,

“She’s French”, I hear them whisper,

Furtive glances, thoughts laid bare;

Despite her calmness, rages a deep fire

She is aware of herself, of that innate power.

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Intriguing, alluring, breathtaking…

Her crimson lips sealed, breath in her eyes;

Her pump gently tapping the marbled tiles,

Sweet cadence surrender, born of nine lives.

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I wish to know her, I now observe

Crowning myself in her cloth, a heart to preserve

Subtly, comes a winking nod,

French women, dare I say, are favored by God.

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There is a secret which I know…

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Beyond the white doors, where one must go…

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Stars impassioned by her presence…

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Oceans and dunes colliding in quintessence…

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Let them whisper; elle n’en fait pas une tête…

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She knows her worth; she is Colette.

Avec amour,

– A

Photo Credit: Cindy ‘WhoIsArlette’ Orellana

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