Beads, Stones, Metals

Thank goodness my mother has stopped doing the Tupperware parties. I mean really, how many plastic lunch boxes do I need? She is now embracing a completely new and exciting phase. Heike Motehedin – with her jewellery – was the VIP that night.

Friendly Thai

678 Yonge Street, Toronto ON 416-924-8424www.thefriendlythai.comMapApprox $25 per person Local Food? some local ingredientsLocal Wine/Beer? some available LunchMon to Sun: 11:30am to 3pmDinnerMon to Sun: 5pm to midnight It was lunch time on a Friday and my friends and I were being bounced between the local area Thai restaurants. Yonge & Bloor, known for serving… 

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Principessa Beauty

I’m an Urban Princess – Are you?. All girls deserve to be pampered and I’m no exception. Principessa, which is Italian for princess, does just that – makes me feel like an urban princess. The Principessa line hails from Vancouver, making this another Canadian success story.

Renee Rouleau

Renee Rouleau, owner of the Renee Rouleau Skin Care Salon in Texas, is the genius behind one of my new favorite facial washes. A self-proclaimed beauty junkie, I make it my business to know about the latest and best products on the market.

Sorn Thai

2550 Yonge Street, Toronto ON 416-322-3563www.sornthai.comMapApprox $20 per person Local Food? some local ingredientsLocal Wine/Beer? some available Lunch, DinnerMon to Sun: 12pm to 11pm Maybe once a month I find myself at Sorn Thai, re-familiarizing myself with the comfortable flavour of a Thai meal shared between friends. Like chicken soup in the winter months, Thai… 

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Halloween – All for Fun

Fake blood turns me on. I love watching it drip downwards, deep red, thick and fresh, like liquefied rubies muddying a pristine river. Blood gleaming on my skin, on your skin, under the gauze bandages, the stab wounds eating away at young flesh, a slow and inconvenient way to die.

High Park’s Fall Fantasia

Monday, Oct 8th, I won’t forget you. Traffic was burgeoning, parking was scarce, and the emerald outdoors was calling my name. Summer’s passage was long gone and I was left to scour the recesses of my closet to rediscover my sweaters from last fall — and then you came along and swept me into a… 

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