Shameless Self-Promotion, but hey – it’s in the Name of Art!

So maybe I was on a bit of a roll last weekend, posting more than once in a blue moon. But of course it couldn’t last!

I do apologize. I won’t even say that I’ve been too busy baking to be writing about baking which, although true, has become somewhat trite and redundant. And to say that I’ll make it up to you also sounds a bit worn out. But let’s just leave it at this: I have a whole heap of treats that need writing about, from the coconut cream cupcakes I baked at the beginning of the month to the pumpkin-molasses frenzy of last week in honour of the beginning of fall. I hope to get to them eventually to give them the attention they so richly deserve.

How about for now I leave you with some of my other writing? In case you haven’t made it through the novel on my About page, I have been writing for  Toronto blog  She’s So Savvy for almost a year now. It used to be focused exclusively on beauty and skin care, because that’s where I tend to be most knowledgeable, but the posts of late have expanded to include everything from DIY home restoration, urban exploration and – of course – food. Basically, it’s become a reflection of the direction I’m heading in now. Well, the direction I’m trying desperately to head in, anyway. The most recent post I’ve written is a rundown of something called the Supercrawl, a two day festival version of  the monthly Art Crawls that are held on the 2nd Friday of each month in Hamilton’s artist district, James Street North. It even has a video companion piece that can be found here.

Click here to read Urban Explorer 2nd Edition – Supercrawl on James Street North. Although the event went down a couple weekends ago, it’s being posted to coincide with Scotiabank’s all-night art event Nuit Blanche in Toronto which is going down this weekend: Saturday, September 29th. Or, perhaps, as a direct rebuttal against it… Enjoy!



So Why Hamilton?

It’s a question I hear all the time now; well, since we decided to buy a house here and get the eff out of Toronto before it could sink even further into the cesspool it’s become since Fat Ford took over as mayor. But I digress – quite frequently, in fact. And besides, that’s not the point and if I don’t stop the TO bashing now I may never get to the actual purpose of this particular post. Which is to shed a little light onto why we decided to relocate to Hamilton instead of something more commuter friendly. Like Mississauga or Brampton, perhaps.

The short answer is… there really isn’t a short answer. I could start to explain that as we were driving through on New Year’s Day we were reminded of our beloved St Louis, Missouri which if you’ve never been, is deserving of its own post because it’s quite possibly one of the most beautiful and underrated cities in the world. As well as my favourite – a bold statement considering that I’ve lived in London. England, not Ontario. But again, I’m digressing. I could also mention that, unlike Brampton or Mississauga, Hamilton is a city with its own culture, history and architecture; it does not feel like an extension of the GTA at all. In fact, it’s almost like visiting a whole different world in comparison. And I could say it was simply a matter of economics, that we would only be able to afford a tiny condo for what we were able to get here – a large four bedroom home with massive front and back yards and a garage.

But it’s not really any of those things, although each one was certainly a factor in our decision. It was more of a feeling than anything else, not something that is easy to put into words. It just felt like it was the right move for us to make. And so rather than continue to try to explain something that defies explanation, here are some pictures which might help describe why we ended up making the decision we did.

Hopefully, that will clear things up for anyone who still may be wondering.

Albion Falls, a ten minute drive away. In Toronto it takes about that long to drive about three blocks…


Bayfront Park at dusk


A swan at the Bayfront Park


One of the rosebushes in our back garden