Plants, Baby!

Plants, Baby!

I am a houseplant fanatic. When it comes to beautifying my home, plants are my favorite go-to décor. Plants add natural character and texture to a room and infuse a space with a bright, fresh feeling. Apart from looking lovely, house plants possess attractive health benefits too! They have air purifying effects and stress-reducing qualities. House plants are an attractive design element that promote health and wellness while providing eye-appealing aesthetics in any home. Although I’ve always been an avid fan of houseplants, for a long time I possessed something of a black thumb—the opposite of a more nurturing “green” one. So much so that I garnered a bit of a reputation at home as a plant murderer (I would like to contest these charges by pleading herbslaughter or negligence in the first degree, as these recurrent killings were always accidental.) The death of multiple plants under my care was undeniably discouraging. By the twelfth plant-related tragedy, I had all but given up. I seemed to possess an unwanted ability to transform anything green and leafy into a withered and frail stick near death’s garden bed. This unfortunate pattern was largely due to a lack of knowledge on basic plant care coupled with my misplaced assumption that when it came to plants, there was a status quo in terms of required upkeep—an across-the-board criterion that applied to anything flora-related. I was wrong.

An Open Letter To My Fish

An Open Letter To My Fish

I bought you two years ago last Sunday. Since moving out on my own, I had always wanted a pet, but my building at the time didn’t allow cats or dogs. A pet fish seemed like a suitable compromise, and I was right. Some might think “Henrietta” is a bit too fancy of a name for a fish. I admit, it is a tad unconventional. It goes against the grain of more common fish names, such as Flounder, Flipper, Bubbles, Dory, or my personal favorite: Sushi. But you are no ordinary fish. In fact, I think you are rather extraordinary. A very special and unique fish, and so, Henrietta seemed a fitting name. We’ve never really spoken. Our exchanges are a bit one-sided. I’ll often say hello and ask how your day was. You just sort of stare at me, bobbing mid-water, opening and closing your mouth. No words emerge, but often little air bubbles do. You also flick your fins. I like to think this is because you are communicating with me in your own fishy way, akin to sign language. One flick means “Hello.” Two flicks mean “How are you?” Three flicks mean “Shut up and feed me already.” Sometimes I convince myself that when I walk into the room, you dart enthusiastically back and forth upon seeing me. But then you try to attack the tank filter, and I wonder if I haven’t just misunderstood the signals. Are you only attacking it to throw me off? I may never know.

Travel 101: A Guide To Traveling Like A Pro

Travel 101: A Guide To Traveling Like A Pro

Traveling is the ultimate escape. When wanderlust sets in, there are few things more exciting than the prospect of exploring a new place. Immersing yourself in the languages, culinary traditions, arts, sights, and sounds of another country or continent is the best way to get away from it all. At times, however, the planning stages before you embark on your next great adventure can be overwhelming. Additionally, after the packing there is the actual travel-component of your trip to contend with which, depending on your level of expertise, can be a nightmare to navigate. Long lines and wait times coupled with unexpected flight and transit delays can often be frustrating. I have, on occasion, during a particularly long layover or after missing a critical connection, wondered if the whole damn affair is worth the hassle and headache. Over the years though, I’ve learned some valuable lessons that have upped my travel game considerably. These are lessons born of my own on-road experiences as well as ones pulled from the pages of my friends’ travel diaries—consummate voyagers who have journeyed across the global and who were kind enough to share with me some of their professional traveling tips.

Autumnal Beginnings

Autumnal Beginnings

I’ve always been an outspoken autumn enthusiast. My affinity for thick knit sweaters and decorative gourd centrepieces cannot be overstated enough. A passion that often has me wrestling another woolly top into my already crowded closet and decorating my countertops in miniature squashes. Though I’ve never jumped on the Pumpkin Spice Latte bandwagon (a beverage enjoyed by what seems like a seasonal cult), anything else fall-related I tend to embrace. This is to the disdain of my more summer-oriented friends who curse the arrival of fall and yearn for the sun-kissed days of July. My love of fall is vested in the season’s charming hallmarks: the way oak, elm, and crab apple trees—those magical changelings—transition across a spectrum of color, cloaking my neighborhood in autumnal hues of gold and bronze. Or how my favorite, the towering maples, shed their leaves until the sidewalks resemble a crimson carpet. The invigorating crispness of the morning air that spurs me to wrap myself in a thick scarf during my morning walk to work. Or the way I don’t have to apply SPF 100 to my sun-sensitive skin each time I venture outdoors.

Mr. P. And The Wayward Writer

Mr. P. And The Wayward Writer

Mr. P. was an eccentric. An intellectual. A philosophizing soul who was respected by staff and idolized by students. Broad-shouldered and tall, he had a lengthy beard matched by a pair of thick sideburns. When I first met him, I expected a deep, authoritative voice to emerge, but instead a far more tempered one spoke, with a candid hippie-like inflection reminiscent of The Dude in The Big Lebowski. Though he evades description, if I were to venture one, physically, Mr. P. kind of resembled Santa Claus. Or rather, St. Nick’s maverick brother, who rebelled by rejecting the family business, and absconding to the Canadian West Coast, proclaiming, “To hell with snow and pine trees, man. I’m moving south and teaching the generation of tomorrow!”

Meet Meghan MacWhirter: Style Blogger and Accessory Designer

Meet Meghan MacWhirter:                      Style Blogger and Accessory Designer

Meet Meghan MacWhirter, an Alberta-based style blogger, accessory designer, and creative entrepreneur on-the-rise, whose artistic endeavours span the creative spectrum, to include: printmaking, painting, photography, accessory design and fashion blogging. I had the opportunity to interview Meghan and learn a bit about her recent projects, artistic influences, and personal insights on the creative community, at large.

Friday Favourites! Week #2

Friday Favourites! Week #2

This edition of Friday Favourites features some charming, floral-themed essentials by Rifle Paper Co. to help keep you organized, without compromising on style. As always, with a twist of humour.