My Medicine Cabinet: Winter Skincare Routine (Face)

Posted on


1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8

Winter is here. 

For me, here in the Montreal tundra, that means dry, cracked skin. Not attractive. I have dry, sensitive skin and eczema to begin with, and coupled with the harsh winter winds, the moisture-sucking heaters... well now, that's just a terrible combination. Luckily, after much trial and error, I've found the almost-perfect winter skincare routine, and here it is!


Mod Preppy

Posted on

Call me a cynic, but I had already whipped out my Canada Goose jacket by October 1st, expecting temperatures to drop below zero by mid-autumn. 

But Montreal has been kind to us this year! It's mid-December now, and while these photos were taken a few weeks ago, I haven't traded in my thigh-high boots for my Sorels yet. *knock on wood*


Field Notes #1

Posted on

Turns out I'm not very good at blogging.


But hey, it's the middle of finals season right now, so what better time to jump back on the blogging wagon? No, I'm serious. Yeah, yeah, ok, I may be slightly, just a bit, procrastinating right now, but if I am going to avoid studying, surely blogging is a better use of my time than, say, watching every single "Vlogmas" video on Youtube (search it up if you don't know what that is, they're addictive!).

Let's just start off by saying I had the weirdest semester. For as long as I can remember, my whole life has been sectioned off into semesters: through kindergarten, elementary school, high school, and now uni. And while every semester is marked by something (the beginning or end of a friendship, the start of a new passion, etc.), I've never had one quite like this.

Love Letter to the Distillery District: El Catrin & Other Eats

Posted on

Dear the Distillery District,

I love your brick walls (bitches love exposed brick walls.). I love your history. I love your cute boutiques and design/furniture stores. But most of all, I love your food.

Uni: What I've Learnt...So Far

Posted on

I spent most of my life waiting.

In middle school, it was waiting until my braces came off, my bangs grew out, and high school came around. When high school came, I started to wait and dream about the day I would become a cool and otherworldly college student, who spent her time sitting and reading in campus courtyards, surrounded by ivy-covered walls. I read a lot of Young Adult books that only reinforced my fantasies: like all those "average"-type girls, my day would come later.

But that day will never come unless you stop waiting.



Mango Berry Smoothie Bowl

Posted on

I could write sonnets dedicated to my love for fried foods and all things carb.



Wish

Posted on

The other week I googled "Best shakshuka in Toronto" and came upon the Wish. I've had the dish a few times elsewhere (memorable: Arts Cafe in Montreal), but wanted to see what Toronto had to offer. One of my best friends, Sara, and I attempted to try Wish out last weekend, but failed miserably due to my poor navigation skills and inability to book a reservation (Sorry, Sara!).