A perfect wedding anniversary at Hogan and Beaufort

August the 20th was our wedding anniversary!!! It’s already been 3 years since we’ve been married. How time flies.

In fact, you can read all about our first date HERE .

Looking back it’s still the best decision I’ve ever made. Some things never change though like me hating surprises and dear husband insisting on surprising me🙄(no, I am not an ungrateful little person. Well, maybe?). So, like I was saying: I hate surprises with a passion. Particularly on special occasions and hubby knows this but still, he keeps on trying. I want to know in advance so I can plan my bragging, makeup, outifts, photoshoots and such. So, a week before our wedding anniversary, I casually asked him about planning something. He acted vague and uninterested which immediately tipped me off. Naturally, I spent that week casually dropping hint left and right. On the Jour J, the minute our car turned into a certain street I just knew we were going back to Hogan and Beaufort.

To tell you the truth, the last time we went there we were kindly gifted a 100 dollars gift certificate by a precious friend of ours and even with that factored in, we almost had a heart attack when the bill came. Dear husband in particular, considering the poor man was the one footing the bill at the time. Of course, I was equally shocked but a more moderate version of shock….like, you know, the shock of someone who’s not expected to foot the bill. So here we go.

First the entree: It was called something, something carrot (I am clearly not a food critic). With such portioning, I wouldn’t be surprised if a pack of carrot last them an entire season. As you can see, a glouton like myself is clearly not ready for high-class dining. We were explained in great details by the server that the carrot used in that dish comes from a long line of well-behaved carrot grown with great care and utmost attention. It’s like each plate came with a resume. After the server’s intro, I felt very proud and chosen to find myself in front of a carrot with such a distinguished pedigree.

“As usual, the entrée was so small, it looked like a portion you’d give someone who just underwent gastric bypass surgery.”

Then came “Le plat de resistance” and I am sad to say we demolished it like two walking deads feasting on animal remains. I am also very proud to say we took nice pics before digging in so we’re not complete savages.

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After…

We ordered a side of pasta (forgot what kind they were) and I kid you not, there were 4 little pastas in the entire dish. One could easily have mistaken them for big worms.

The last time we ordered dessert, but this time we didn’t. Instead we finished the night with two pieces of cake from Rockaberry a place specialized in cheese cake of all sorts and solely responsible for most of my weight gain of the past few months😔. And then we continued watching Grimm on Netflix. A truly perfect wedding anniversary💕.

Thank you for passing by and Bisous 💋!

 

Do you suffer from go big or go home disease? A little life update…

“Don’t go big or go home. Go small and stay in the game. Small or big, whatever you do, just don’t go home!”

Before you pull out the pitch fork and demand to know where I’ve been, I think a little life update is in order. As you all know, like the true high priestess of hype that I am, I live my life on a pedestal so much so that I sometimes get dizzy just talking to mere mortals :). Which may explain my tendency to think everybody is dying to hear from me :). So here’s a little recap for you.

I changed job!!!! Yeah. This is a move I’ve been thinking of making for a while now but there was one major roadblock: My own damn self. To be exact, I am blaming my lower self. Yes, I am willing to have split personality if it means carrying less blame:)

Below is a fine example of what was going on in my mind throughout the entire process of changing job. Let me introduce you to two of my best friends, my shoulder angels: Higher Self and Lower Self. Higher Self is the part of me that wants to grow and Lower self is the part of me that talks shit all the time and does nothing. So here we go:

Higher self: “You should change job. I know the people are nice but if you can do better you should push for better. Besides, you’re worth so much more and you can take up so much more. Let’s make a plan and start looking for a better job!”

Me: “You read my mind! I am ready for all the universe has to offer (In true exalted Libra fashion and with the confidence of someone who has absolutely no intention of keeping her promise to her damn herself.)!”

Lower Self: “You can do it! I believe in you! Let’s make a plan!”

Higher self: “We’ll start small. Sending 2 to 5 resumes a week should do the trick. No stress, just putting in the daily action and staying ready. This should be doable so that you don’t feel overwhelmed.”

Lower self: “Are you kidding me? 2 to 5 resumes a week? This is for the weak. I have a better idea: We’ll send (Insert any crazy unattainable number you can think of here) resumes a week!”

Higher Self: “No, let’s start with a number you can keep up with. I suggest…”

Lower Self: “Oh shut up! She’s a warrior, she can do it! Go big or go home! Big hairy goals, that’s what we’re after! No less!”

Me: (Feeling overwhelmed already): “No, I think Higher Self is right though, I mean….”

Lower Self: “Do you want this or not! You need big hairy audacious goals!”

Me: “Oh, ok…well, I suppose if that’s what I really want I have to be willing to make big sacrifices, so I’ll send (Insert any crazy number I have no intention of keeping up with here) of resumes a week, then……”

Lower Self: “That’s what I am talking about: Go big or go home!”

A month passes by and nothing. Nada. No resumes are being sent out. In fact, I even managed to duck a couple of calls from a few well-meaning employment agencies just so I don’t run the risk of having to actually go on an interview. Once gain, Higher self came to the rescue…

Higher Self: “So, about those resumes…”

Me: “Well, I’ve been thinking about it and Lower Self is kind of right. If I can’t go big, what’s the need? I’ ll wait and see if that’s what I really want…..”

Higher Self: “But that’s the thing though: Go big or go home is a scam. Instead why don’t you go small and stay in the game? Overtime it’ll pay off…”

Me: “Yeah, but I prefer to take big actions…I am an all or nothing person…it’s in my nature..(#stufflazypeoplesaynottogetshitdone).”

Higher Self: ” I understand. One quick question before I rest my case: How long are you gonna keep lying to yourself with a face as straight as an ironing board?”

Me: “!!!????

I am an all or nothing person“…I say that a lot when I am not willing to put even the tiniest bit of action behind my goals. It usually go like this: First I would give myself big shiny unattainable goals with big and outrageous actions all planned out. Then I would get scared by my own outrageous goals that I set out for myself, panic, feel inadequate, hyperventilate and do nothing. And then I’d feel like a failure and the vicious circle would start over and over again. We are our worst enemies, I tell you! We truly are.

I am glad I was able to put some action behind what I wanted even when I did not feel like it. In the end everything aligned beautifully and I Thank God for that!

Dear reader, do you or someone you know suffer from Go big or go home mentality? I Would love to hear from you on that!

Bisous and talk soon!

The cult of perfection: waiting for the perfect whatever…

Dear reader, I sincerely thought I had learned this lesson but my recent obsessions clearly show I haven’t so here I am again talking about the same thing in an effort to try and convince myself that I’ve actually learned something along the way….I sometimes feel stuck in a constant relearning cycle. Do you sometimes feel the same?

According to Shunryu Susuki, a Zen monk and teacher who helped popularized Zen Budhism in the U.S.:

“In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities but in the expert’s there are a few”.

Let’s take a leaf from zen budhism, let’s talk about “shoshin”. According to Wikipedia “shoshin” is a word from Zen budhism meaning beginner’s mind. It refers to having an attitude of openness, eagerness and lack of preconceptions when studying a subject at an advanced level, just as a beginner would.

What would we become if we weren’t afraid of failing? If we weren’t afraid of making a fool of ourselves? If we weren’t afraid to begin? If we weren’t afraid of judgement? If we were convinced we had something to bring to the table even when we don’t even know what that is? The possibilities would be endless, wouldn’t they? Lately, I’ve been thinking about all the missed opportunities in my life, all because I have the very bad habit of waiting for everything to be perfect to even consider beginning anything. Well, except for this blog because I had my husband on my back 24/7.

This reminds me of conversations I have with my husband all the time:

Take One: We are out shopping.

Hubby: “Look at that top, honey it’s off-shoulder and would look great on you.”

Me: “Well, my shoulders are too meaty…once I lose those pesky 10 pounds yeah, most definitely…”

Hubby: “Oh, I think I get it now (with the bright face of someone who just solved a complicated puzzle)!

Me: “What? what is it? (Waiting with great anticipation)”

Hubby: “Correct me if I am wrong but your life is basically on hold until you lose those 10 pounds…right?”

Me: “(greatly annoyed because it’s the truth) You make it sound so bad the way you say it.”

Hubby: “If it sounds bad, it’s because its bad!”

Take number 2: Discussing my instagram account which I have yet to feed.

Hubby:” Why don’t you publish something…anything on your instagram account?”

Me: “As soon as I lose a couple of pounds, I will…”

Hubby: “????!!!!!!(Deep frowns…clear signs he’s struggling to grasp the concept.)”

Me:” Well, right now I look like a pregnant mouse in most of my pics…”

Hubby: “You’re kidding, right?”

There you have it! The theme song of my life: Always waiting for the perfect time, the perfect moment, the perfect day, the perfect weather, you name it! It’s a vicious circle and pretty soon you find yourself paralyzed.

Most often, we are waiting to be perfect to show up but guess what? You’re never going to be perfect. You’re never going get better until you start because you only get better by doing. The only way to get a shot at perfection, if that’s even possible, is by doing. So go do you. Maybe I should print this and keep it in my wallet as a daily reminder 🙂 I have a feeling I need this advice more than you guys, lol.

Gros bisoux and talk soon!

MY CARB OBSESSION: It’s a culture thing

Rice, quinoa, sweet potatoes, yams…Dear God will I ever be free from these temptations? I think not….my very DNA is against it.

My husband and I we often have discussions about carbs, specifically my carb obsession (Rice and quinoa all day and every day: sign me up for life please). As a Haitian, it’s safe to say carbs, specifically rice is part of my DNA. For my husband it’s not the same. He’s French, his obsessions look more like cheese and french baguette and so on. Which doesn’t bother me, Lord knows I’ve sacrificed a few pair of jeans to his cheese obsession. When we got together I was long and lean, now I am more of a “chubby fit” type. The problem with being chubby fit is there’s not much “fit” into the equation: It is mostly fat.

To be perfectly honest I sometimes find his attitude towards rice quite disrespectful :). Like that time he wanted to make a rice salad with mostly salad??!!! I simply had to have a talk with him:

-Me: “What are you doing?”

– Husband: “I am rinsing the rice with cold water”.

–  Me: …???!!!! (You could actually hear system failure sounds on my side…)

– Husband: “Well, honey, it’s a rice salad so I am rinsing the rice to get rid of the starch.”

–  Me: “Ok, let me get this right: First of all you throw the rice in hot water, then you go again and splash the rice with cold water and just when the poor suffering rice was starting to recover from the abuse, you slap it into a large bowl and proceed to bury it under an insane load of veggies like…like some dirty shameful little secret. “

-Husband: “….???!!!”

-Me: “Quite frankly from where I stand, it’s as if you’re trying to make it look like the rice wasn’t even there… do you realize the rice is doing all the work with no credit?”

Husband: “..??!!! ” (I could see he was debating whether I was on my period or not…)

-Husband:  “Well, this is how a rice salad is made, so…”

-Me: “No, no, no, if there’s rice somewhere, the rice needs to be the star of the show. Period.”

He looked at me like you would someone in need of a heavy dose of sedative. I looked at him like you would a two year old who just bit his playmate: With eyes filled with compassion and a clear promise of punishment.

Although you do know it’s normal two year old behavior, you also know this cannot go unnoticed. So you bite your tongue. You resist committing murder and you walk them through normal human behavior. Which is exactly what I did for dear husband. He wasn’t entirely convinced after it all but as an intelligent individual he did realize the need to thread carefully in the presence of a high strung (read hormonally unbalanced) individual  with a carb obsession.

I must admit I get heated and unnaturally excited when rice or any type of grain comes under fire. If that continues I may have to add some sort of rice routine to our foreplay…:)

The thing is where I come from rice is the sun that never goes down. In Haiti, if you have a full pantry and you have no rice, you have nothing to eat. Your pantry is automatically considered empty.  It is a culture thing.

What about you, dear reader? Is there any food that is so ingrained in your culture it literally became part of your DNA? Let me know in the comments below! Talk soon and Bisous!

Searching for my next haircut

“Your hair can make or break an outfit. Halle Berry probably wouldn’t be Halle Berry without her famous hairdo. Naturally, talent and hardwork had nothing to do with it :)….”. Clearly, choosing a haircut is a life or death decision 🙂

I am thinking of cutting my hair..again…breaking news. Why I think people would be interested in that is beyond me. I am not sure which cut to go with. The last time I attempted to do something completely out of my comfort zone it did not exactly go according to plan. If you need a refresher on my biggest hair drama ever, you can read all about it here: (That time a hair dresser turned me into a baby dinosaur).

So here are a few styles I am looking at…here’s number One: The one and only Halle Berry.

Yours truly with the shortest hair ever. How I loved this hair…good hair day forever!

Must remember to think mother for those lips…
Successfully passing that awkward hair growing back phase…
I sometimes think I have the perfect face…I can be whoever I want to be, damn it!

And finally the famous braids…

Which do you think suits me best? Honestly I look good with all of them. But which one, which one? Decisions, decisions….Stay tuned!

Summer outfits: Revisiting my Summer style

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Summer is upon us or at least what seems like a pale version of Summer is trying to make an appearance. Considering here in Montreal Spring has yet to show up, it’s absolutely unacceptable and sad!

I suppose we just have to trust that sooner or later Summer will be here and all will be well. So in order to try and cheer myself up (Insert survivor emoji here) I decided to do a recap of all my summer outfits of last year. If you think this sounds like someone who’s running out of interesting stuff to write about, you are right on the money:)

First one up: The combination of blue and white. You’ll look as crisp and fresh as a potato chip fresh out of the oven.

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Black and white is always a good combination…Just add a pop of color!

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Smart dresses are welcome too! I am starting to think this haircut definitely suits me…

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And let’s not forget accessories: As you can see in the previous pics and this one below, I like to keep them sleek and minimal.

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Thanks for passing by and gros Bisous!