Blame it on Paddy

It’s been a very long time since I wrote you. 

But you can blame Paddy.

Really.

When I lived in Ireland at the turn of the century (I’ve always wanted to say that), we went to the pub a lot. It’s kind of like the way we Canadians go for coffee. People do it at lunch and on Sunday mornings. It’s what you do.

So anyway, when the bartenders asked what I wanted and I said whiskey…

The cost of smelling sexy

The cost of smelling sexy

Last weekend, Taavi and I were roaming our local mall. I was determined to find a winter version of my beloved flowy summer pants. You know the ones... they're so wispy you feel like you’re wearing nothing. I get compliments wherever I go (which is kind of fun, like I’m bonding with other women who think comfort is sexy too). Once again, we made the mistake of entering through the Bay. Where you have no choice but to wind through the maze of wafting perfume stands to get to the other side (or in our case run, desperately trying not to breathe)...

The making of Stinky Bitch

The making of Stinky Bitch

I thought you might like to see how I make Stinky Bitch and her smelly cohort. From broiler all the way to getting her suited up to travel across the globe.

First I gather my butters, beeswax and powders and measure out exact portions. Then I melt the butters into a stainless steel double broiler over the lowest heat possible. I melt them very slowly to preserve their goodness. This takes a long time, so I usually do it in small batches…