Mother of All Mavens

A whole lot o' nothing. And then someā€¦

Too Much Information

It is, after all the ’00’s. Call me old fashioned, but I loved that quaint ole thang, my Palm Pilot. ‘Til it lost my life. Now I’m over it.

MOAM Book Club

TV of course is a non-issue – nothing’s on. Movies are a crap-shoot: ie. most are crap. Which is why every mag, paper and website puts out its annual summer reading list. And MOAM is no exception (erm…except that it’s not annual…)

Boob

Those crazy Swedes have gone and named nursing clothes Boob. Genius. In name and in nature.

Hit This Mob

Shopoholics, look out – Mob is back. Modern Objects of Beauty, that is.

A Word From Your Sponsor

A funny thing happened on the way to the blogosphere…..people started sending me stuff. Free stuff. It was cool. Except now that they’ve paid the bill, I’m expected to, ahem, put out. And I can’t. I’m just not that kind of girl.

Happily Ever After

Real estate fever hit me hard. So hard, in fact, I’ve been able to do nothing but speculate – on my house, my neighbours’ houses, your house. The online MLS listings are like porn for me…

Montreal Mon Amour

My man and I love our babes to bits. But we also love each other, which is why we skipped town, hit the 401 and headed to Montreal.

Montreal, je t’aime. Stunning, accessible, and a helluva lot cheaper than Toronto, what’s not to love? Everyone’s got their fave places and spaces. And here are mine…

The Gift That Keeps on Giving

The big question is, of course, what to buy. And that’s why god created gift cards. I mean really, is there anything better than a gift card?