This morning while making my infirm man's morning cappuccino (he busted his back a few days ago and can barely move), I had a revelation. Just because I called this mother "Fashionable in Montreal" for valid, but haste and shortsighted reasons, does not mean that:
a) I can't very well say whatever I want to say (because, you know, it's my blog and I'll cry if I want to);
b) that I always have to post "perfect" outfit pics, or say things about fashion;
c) or finally, that I can't change the wretched name if I so desired.
So here it is, a new and hopefully improved version of what we are for now still calling Fashionable in Montreal, containing all of me and not just the paper doll me.
Not all of it has been deep and philosophical. My sis was in town, and I spent a lot of time in her lovely company. The little man has started kindergarten, and we are now working on firmly instituting his school routine. Because he. must. love. education. He simply has no choice. My mama said so every day of my childhood life, and now, so does his. I have also been on the path of establishing a stable fitness routine ever so important for my mental, as well as my physical health.
And finally, for ye viewing pleasure here are a few snippets of the past few weeks as seen by my recently acquired iPhone (soon thereafter surpassed by the issue of a newer model).