“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!
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!
“There is nothing a good selfie can’t cure includinga shitty day!”
Picture this: You’re in a restaurant, your food is getting cold, your husband is this close to murder you, neighboring tables are starting to give you the look usually reserved for unaccompanied children but yet, here you are, still trying to take that perfect selfie. This has been a constant dilemma of mine: Should I capture this moment or enjoy it? (Go ahead and say a little prayer for me, I’ll wait…). I can not tell you how many times I agonized over this or should I say my poor husband agonized while watching me try out every corner of our home, phone in hand, in search of perfect lighting.
Actually, there is only one living being in our household that seems to always get good lighting: Our cat, Cleo 🙂
It’s not unusual for me to go to my selfie folder when I am depressed or low in search of pick-me-up. It brightens my mood right away. When I recently changed my phone I had only one requirement: It has to be able to take good selfies. That was my only requirement.
“It’s the silly stuff, moments of unguarded happiness that usually bring the most joy.”
A good selfie can literally save lives. I don’t know about you but when I am having a shitty day and somehow manage to take a good selfie it certainly makes me feel like the day is not entirely lost. Below is a few selfies that never fail to crack me up 🙂
Pic 1: Me trying to act sexy…epic fail…I look more like a drunk pervert:)
Pic 2: Cleo overstepping her boundaries as usual thinking she is the queen of the household and as such deserves to be in every picture!
Pic 3: Cleo trying to play dead so we can rush to rub her belly. In my next life I want to come back as her, obviously. And next time I want a belly rub, I think I’ll do the same:)
What about you guys? Do you have favorite selfies? Do you use your selfies to lift your mood? Feel free to share! Gros bisous!
“You never know how good you have it until you don’t…Happiness is a question of perspective.”
Can you remember moments in your life when you had everything to be happy but somehow you weren’t?
I myself can remember loads of moments in my life when I did have everything to be happy but I just refused to play along and be happy. I insisted on being miserable. In my life it’s always when looking back I often realized that I was indeed happy in a specific moment. Happiness is a question of perspective. My mom used to always say: No matter how hard things get they can still get worst so enjoy the bad cause it may all change for the worst before you realize it. I used to think that was so pessimistic. Whenever she would say such things, I would hurry to cut her off with the usual:” Mom you’re ruining my fun!”. But now that I am older I am forced to realize mom may have been up to something besides trying to ruin my fun.
In this pic, I was at my skinniest. Probably the skinniest I’ll ever be. But still I was not ahappy.
“To get that skinny level again, I’d actually need to cut off limbs which quite frankly I am not prepared to do.”
What I did: I spent most of my time stressing over things I had absolutely no control over.
What I should have done instead: Pull out all of my old clothes from my 20’s and try the hell out of them with pics to boot.
Take that other pic for instance with me standing holding a bag of popcorn…. (not my brightest hour, I know…).
“I looked like a snack in this pic but felt like a big bowl of mashed potatoes”
In retrospect, I look damn well perfect but believe me I still wasn’t happy with my size. I thought I was fat. I remember agonizing over wearing that pair short thinking to myself I had gained way too much weight. I can’t believe I thought I was fat. If that’s not insanity, I don’t know what is.
But then again it’s not just with my weight I do that, I also do that with plenty of areas in my life, always waiting for that future when I’ll finally be perfect and have everything I have ever wanted, forgetting in the process that I, not too long ago, was very much wishing and praying for what I do have now. I can’t promise I’ll change overnight but it is definitely an uphill battle I am willing to fight:).
What about you dear readers? I am sure I am not alone in this, feel free to share:)
“As a Haitian, jewelry is an integral part of our core. In fact, there can only be two explanations for not wearing any jewelry at all: Either you’ve joined the extreme wing of some religious group or you’re in mourning.”
Kids ears tend to get pierced as early as one year old. Sometimes even sooner. In retrospect remembering that does make me smile considering a lot of people here don’t wear any type of jewelry at all. Although I must say in Montreal people tend to wear at least one piece of well-crafted jewelry since we are lucky enough to have a good amount of designers excelling in that field. So you could say not wearing any jewelry for me is against nature but I’ve been known to go without.
Below are a couple of shots of my go-to jewelry lately:
I am also definitely planning on spicing things up by piling on the bling a little bit more. We’ll see…:). Thank you for passing by and gros bisoux!
“This ensemble screams boss lady who can’t seem to switch off even for a Saturday brunch with friends”
Can you tell I refuse to let go of Summer? Fall has settled in quietly but surely here in Montreal but yet here I am parading in a simple tee and long skirt. Don’t get me wrong, I love Fall, it’s just that I like to get a full Summer before I get to enjoy Fall. Summer was so shy here: Some days it’s nice, some days it’s raining and some days it’s windy (insert “why me” emoji here). Anyways as a proper goodbye to Summer, I thought I’d do a last timeless basic kind of outfit post.
I can’t live without tees especially white ones. The trick not to get bored is to focus on small details. I especially like the shoe-like lacing at the front of this one.
Tees are for every season: you can wear them in Summer, Fall and even Winter under a nice biker or denim jacket and some denim bottom or layered over a thin turtleneck. The thing is to pick them in various sizes and in materials of various degree of thickness and warmth depending on what you’re planning on wearing them with. I usually get my size plus a larger one that I can wear over a thin turtle neck for Fall and Winter.
So that’s it for today, dear friends! Thank you so much for passing by and if you enjoy this post, feel free to like, comment and subscribe. Gros bisoux and talk next week 🙂
This week in first-world problems: The camera adds 10 pounds…
“…The camera is like that bitch of a friend who’s always the first one to tell you you’ve gained weight and the last one to wish you a happy birthday…”
Picture this: It is Saturday morning and I am meeting with my photographer in 2 hours which leaves me with about one hour tops to get ready. But no matter how in a hurry I am, I somehow always have time for a quick 5 minutes dance session (insert John Travolta emoji here) followed by a quick 2 minutes face check (to make sure I haven’t morphed into Cinderella’s famously ugly stepsisters overnight). By the time I am done with these two “essential” activities I have already lost a good 15 minutes which puts me into overdrive for the remaining 45 minutes. Fast forward an hour later and I am miraculously done, with perfect make up and outfits for photo shoot in tow. Now comes the most important step in my entire morning routine: The mirror checks.
“…In my case, the camera usually doubles my butt, triples my belly, adds a double chin and remove a breast size….”
First thing first, the bathroom mirror check and the verdict is: “Hello beautiful”. Second, my hand mirror, the verdict is still the same : “Hello beautiful”. Walk to the bus stop and take a selfie (I obviously take this very seriously), verdict is even better: “spectacular”. I then arrive at said photo shoot location late but with a glow that not even the best filter can match and get compliments from hot buff guy in construction uniform (go ahead and use your unbridled imagination here). At this point, my ego is abundantly flowing through my veins like the Nile river. That day I went home looking smug and proud as if just named most beautiful woman on earth by Vogue. Fast forward two weeks later. Receive photos and the verdict is: 80 % of pics? “Mildly good looking with a risk of ugly”. 20% of pics? “spectacular”.
They say the camera adds 10 pounds but that is not completely accurate. I think the camera doesn’t just add 10 pounds, it adds 10 pounds of bad fat and remove 10 pounds of good fat. In my case the camera usually doubles my butt (was born with a perfect butt so don’t need that), triples my belly, adds a double chin and remove a breast size (throws outraged fist in the air). Now I don’t mean to sound vain but I think I was created perfect but somehow the camera doesn’t seem to pick up on that.
“when in doubt always chose to be beautiful.”
But once again, since I am an ageing and vain little person, I decided to focus on the 20% and ignore the 80% and retire forever into the very comfortable and happy world of denial. Being vain saves lives, I tell you!
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