Confession: I have long harboured a desperate desire to go to a masquerade ball. We even have one in Halifax but I somehow haven't gotten there yet and it's also kind of more fetish-y than fantasy. Which is rad, don't get me wrong - it just doesn't quite scratch that God-I-Want-Jennifer-Connelly's-Hairdo itch. I might go for my birthday, though - as long as there's a good theme in January

Maybe I should learn to crochet in the meantime. Crafty lust!

Victoria so desperately wants to be British.

11 Winter Salads to eat right now

At the Capilano Suspension Bridge in Vancouver

If I could be anywhere in the world right now, it would be at Linnaea Farm, doing their gardening program. I mentioned as much to The Boy a while ago and he replied, "Well, what's stopping you?"

What, indeed? One of these days I really will pick up and go - just wait!


(Not Linnaea, but the farm I was on this summer - also delectable!)

Saskatoon. Flat.

Dear Vitamix,

I can't stop thinking about you. You haunt my dreams. I fantasize about pressing your buttons and feeling you come to life - 2 HP of raw strength under my fingertips.

You may think I'm being unfaithful, messing around with those other blenders. But they mean nothing to me. I just keep trying, fruitlessly, to find satisfaction with them until your $600 price tag is within my means. You're the only one I want.

Please tell me you feel the same way. We can make such sweet, sweet smoothies together - not to mention soups, dips and nut milks.

Maybe the magic of eBay will bring us together soon. Until then I remain

faithfully yours,
Sassy Tortuga

Creepy art in Ottawa.

Angela's rooftop in Montreal.

'Tis the season: I'm hopelessly devoted to the good ol' balsam fir (comes from growing up on a Christmas tree farm) but how about these zany alternatives to ease your treehugger angst?

This girl's life:


The very green beverage, by the way, is spinach, pineapple and cilantro with bee pollen granules sprinkled in top. Sounds kind of gross, right? Surprise! It was totally yummy. Of course, The Boy might have a warning for you about how much faith to put in my description of something as "yummy"...