I went snowboarding for the first time.



As you can see, I am sporting a very nice board designed by my hot boyfriend. It is accentuated by my top-of-the-line bindings and super warm and functional AND fashionable jacket, thank you Col & Soe.My goggles have rhinestones all over them and my boots have fun stripes. Can you tell that my biggest motivation for getting out there finally was the chance to show off all of my hot gear?

Well, I looked great, and I actually enjoyed myself! I've always considered myself to be a "slow sports" person. I like yoga, snowshoeing, cross-country skiing, hiking. Activity that allows you to enjoy the scenery without worrying about cracking your skull. Canoeing, swimming, running, you get the idea.

I took a lesson, and that was my saving grace. I fell a few times, but not badly. I made it down the bunny slope in one piece. (Albeit including a short break halfway down; my quads were killing me!!!!) I'm really looking forward to the next time, I wish my wallet felt the same way...

In other news, I am anticipating the fast approaching trip home to VT. Someone asked me where I was from the other day, and when I told him, he responded with "You Escaped!" Escaped?! This moron has obviously never visited the most magical state in America, and I say good riddance! If you please, Sir, do not bother going there! I have now resided in all four corners of this broad country, and include many interior areas in my list of previous addresses, and none come close to delivering the quality of life that you can have in Vermont. Granted, I am biased. I have Maple Syrup running through my veins...

I can't wait. I'm going to meet my new favorite niece. I'm going to be able to congratulate in person my favorite new brother-to-be and sister. I get to see my friends and mummy and papa, and make Emmo hot coffee every morning. And, since they are getting a snow blast right now, I'll get to go SNOWSHOEING!!!!!!!!

Why am I not writing?

So much has happened, there is so much to write about. But my thoughts aren't making it to the blog. I've got excuses galore. But the real reason is that I just don't want to talk about it.

What am I inspired by? My new skincare regime, Mario Badescu. (Oh my dear God, I've just looked at the website, this line is endorsed by Martha Stewart. My eyes and pores are bleeding in protest! NO!!!!!!!!! Ok, I'll just pretend that didn't happen and go and wash my face and use my lovely lotion that is pure, and unendorsed. Yes, that is much better. "I use Mariot Badesquew, I don't know what you are talking about Martha Stewart for!")

What am I excited about? Golden place mats and my new horn table accessories and the ravioli filling I just finished. (Spinach, Shitake, Oyster Mushroom with smoked prosciutto and asiago, mozzarella, Parmesan). Alexis turned me onto a great wine, A-Z, it's from down the road. I've only had the red blend and the pinot gris, both amazing for the dough.

What am I doing my very best to not think about, so that almost every action of the day distracts me from it? The fact that I haven't seen my little baby Sapphire yet, and don't know when I'll be able to. Great, now I've thought it and I'm crying. You see? This is why I shouldn't blog right now. It's so much better to just read everybody else's blog and look at the pictures of her. Our little angel, sent down from heaven for us. Our little jewel, come to sparkle and shine like the ocean, like the sky. (That is, when she's not punching her mother's udders for more..., that"s not Angelic behavior, Sapphie!)

So, back to recipes. No, back to product. My new mascara is amazing. It's called Kiss Me, and it actually tubes your eyelashes so that they do not flake, run or smudge. AND YET, it comes off with warm water at the end of the day. I'm in love. Am I allowed to be in love with mascara? I hope not, that'll make this life-long affair all the more exciting. It doesn't give the thickness that DiorShow does, but how often during a week do you need your face to look like a 60's fashion spread? And for the first time in my life, I feel safe wearing mascara on my bottom lashes. This emotion is fully separated and lengthened from the only makeup advice my mother ever gave me: DO NOT wear eyeliner or mascara on the bottom section of your lids, it makes you look like a tart. Maman, I mean no disrespect, but if you could see my lashes now, I think you'd change your mantra...

Brian bought me the most beautiful chair for Christmas. He asked me what I wanted and I said I wanted a chair to sit at the dining room table. We've been using camping chairs and our exercise balls to sit at our lovely mid-century style euro-modern table, it's just not right. Now, we have one chair, and it is beautiful. I'll have to take a picture and post it. Let's see, this had been difficult lately...

No dice, maybe later.