Boo-tiful Costumes!

Niamho here-

Woooo it’s haunting season and I don’t think Ais could be any happier. Halloween is such a fun time with spooky stories, candy and of course awesome costumes!

Every year Ais starts taking about her costume in December, sometimes earlier, she is constantly scrolling pinterest page after pinterest page trying to find the perfect costume.

I too love Halloween and I absolutely love an excuse to dress up yet I am never able to commit to a costume or take the time to make it.

So every year on Halloween night, I call Aisling and she graciously offers to help choose my costume, or make it or you know give me hers!

Seriously best sister award, amiright?!                 Sooo what am I going as this year Ais?

Here is a pic of some of my staff with a student on Halloween last year. I must say our class won best costume!

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Friday’s are awesome because we get to link up with Erika who has been talking about some of her family fall favourites and I just can’t get enough!

I am so behind I can’t even start thinking of a costume for Niamho!Every year no matter when I’ve started prepping this is always a jam packed week!

So many more decorations to put out!

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I have to get back at it! Here are some of my most recent costumes!

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Tin Man from the wizard of Oz

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Terminator and The Wicked Witch of the West

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Little Red Riding Hood who met the big bad wolf

Ais xo

S here.

Not to be outdone by my sisters, I have a fairly good costume repertoire myself. I date it back to my stage days as panda number 17.


It was a strong start.

As the years went by I channelled my inner royalty and went for a more sophisticated look. 

Dad went for sophistication as well.

Until I found my favourite costume of all time. Something about my hair and my nose make this costume so…me.

This costume is a fit for me purely because of the aesthetic. I will not actually melt if you throw a bucket of water on me.

Halloween, thanks for the memories.

S.

 

 

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Thankful: Take 3 Tuesday

 

T3Tuesday(this pic was taken Thanksgiving 2016 from the kayak)

Thanksgiving is such an amazing weekend and I think I can speak for both my sisters when I say we can be thankful for so many wonderful blessings!

I am grateful for new friends and my last kayak of the season

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S here. Im thankful for the time with family, delicious food and time to rest. 

Charles and I had Thanksgiving at my parents’ cottage and then Charles’ parents farm. We are well fed and well spoiled.

 

 

Ais here,

I truly can’t be thankful enough this season. I have an amazing family who are funny,giving and beautiful from the inside out.

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I have an amazing new job that I am totally loving, the team works together and manages to  laugh and bond while we work! What a great community to be part of.

I am thankful for my #squadIMG_1734

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I am thankful beautiful fall has arrived.

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and lastly we are thankful for all of you amazing readers!

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THROWBACK Take Three: What are You Afraid of?

THROWBACK THURSDAYYYYYY

Who doesn’t love a throwback? Today I’m tossing it back to not so long ago but to our very first posts!

Our biggest Scares….

 

 

Up first:

S.

I’m really tempted to be all super cool about this and say the most nerve wracking experience I had was speaking to the Canadian Senate to advocate in favour of amending the Canadian Human Rights Act to include protections for the transgender community. (not even a #humblebrag)

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That was nerve wracking! And incredible!

But in truth, my biggest fright was far less suave.

I’m not great in the kitchen.  Don’t believe me? Read on.

It happened 5.5 years ago. I know because it was about 6 months before our wedding.  I was at my parents home on the weekend and decided to cook some lunch.  Only N was home with me.

I started getting my lunch ready. Which for me is almost always a boiled egg, cut fruit and peanut butter and some crackers and cheese.

The boiling of the egg ,while simple for some, eluded me for some time, and growing up, Christmas, Easter and birthdays  often meant another tool to help me in properly boiling my eggs solo: an egg thermometer, an egg holder, an egg topper and so on.

So on this day, 6 months before our wedding, I stood, before the stove, tools ready, in my pyjamas, fuzzy slippers and, having just finished showering, a towel around my shoulders to keep my wet hair off my nice pyjamas.

Brought the water to a boil. Full marks.

Placed the egg in the boiling water. No problem.

Waited about 4 minutes. Perfect.

Removed the egg. I’m on fire.

Literally! ON FIRE!

Flames were wrapping up the length of the towel on my head.

I threw the towel down. Breathed in, breathed out.

MORE FLAMES. My pyjamas were on fire!

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I yelled for my sister.

Then, stop drop and roll, and the fire was out.

I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, tattered pyjamas and all.  Niamh took care of the fire downstairs and I eventually left the shower…eventually.

The burns weren’t permanent and there wasn’t even a scar on our wedding day.

But the soft boiled egg continues to be my Everest.

So, for those, who like me, are challenged by the soft boiled egg, a few words of advice: Don’t be fooled that the flat surface stoves are safe; don’t wear a towel around your shoulders in front of the stove; don’t cook on the back burner while wearing a towel around your shoulders; don’t reach across the stove with a towel on your shoulders; don’t think your little sister can save you from the flames – just immediately STOP DROP and ROLL.

s.

P.S. Niamho says always keep a big vase filled with water and flowers on the table to combat flames

Niamho’s Biggest Scare!

I get spooked pretty easily! I nearly jump out of my skin if  someone walks into the room too quietly or if there’s an eerie sound of any kind! By being a huge scaredy cat I have many Big Scares, including a mistaken identity phone call about Ais…but that story is  for another day.

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House on Haunted Hill, 1959.

                                                                 

 Today, I will tell you about the time my mother and I got hit by a monster storm at the cottage.  Mum and I were enjoying a beautiful day puttering around the cottage, at 4pm we quit working and went down to the beach to enjoy 4sies (mandatory lounging and indulging time).

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As I begin to relax into my chair, it became a little windier. I look up and can see black clouds in the distance, far enough away not to be worried. Thirty seconds later I could hear crashing thunder and raindrops pelting the lake as  the storms begins to race across the lake right towards us! 

Now, the sky is completely black, the chairs on the deck are blowing away. We are trying to pack up our stuff, as the trees are bending and making cracking sounds around us. As I am no Helen Hunt in Twister, I just begin to run, yelling to my mum ‘leave the sun umbrella!’ We both start running up the hill, but the wind is pushing us back. We try to pull each other along as we see lawn ornaments lift from the ground. We make it to the door, both of us pulling on it, we need all our strength to pull it open, we tumble in on top of each other and BAM! The storm hits the door behind us, it is on top of us now. We can feel the cottage quiver from trees landing on the roof and it sounds like the cottage is ripping apart, we see trees and chairs fly across the window in front of us. It felt like Wizard of Oz, when the cows and the Wicked Witch fly in front of Dorothy’s window.

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Wizard of Oz, 1939.

Still shaking, I look at Mum and think  if this is how we are going down, we might as well go in style! So I pour us some sangria.

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About 10 minutes later the storm was done, still alive and cottage intact.

 

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It was a beautiful, sunny, summer day. The kind of day that is begging you to go outside and enjoy it. Big white fluffy clouds, warm sun and the slightest of breezes… I thought it would be a lovely day to go visit Niamho and hangout in our parents backyard.

I had just arrived and was sitting in the bright kitchen chatting and waiting for the tea to boil.

When all of a sudden right behind me there’s a BAM! Thump!

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Niamho’s eyes were bulging in shock.  I was terrified to turn around and see what could’ve made this sound.
— now, anyone who knows me knows I have an irrational fear of birds. Absolutely terrified of these beady-eyed, taloned feet, sharp beaked creatures–

So as I turn around on this beautiful sunny day to see what had hit our window I see the biggest Robin flapping back and forth with its massive wing stuck in our wooden deck.
I swear this feathered demon had to be the size of the hippogriff from Harry Potter.

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I’m sweating and before I even know what is happening I hear the words “Niamho, get the work gloves from the garage.”  I look around to see who the brave soul that is going to rescue us and then I come to the horrible realization that I was the insane person who had spoken up. Niamho  returns with the gloves and I’m sweating and shaking even more now, with tears in my eyes I approached the beast.  I go out the door and hear it quickly slam behind me with a quiet little click to know that I’m locked out.
I’ve been stranded.
Abandoned by my own sister.
I am face-to-face with the beast.
It vs me.

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So with my armour on I approach. My legs slowly give out underneath me. I dropped to one knee…then the other and I’m terrified. I am screaming, I am crying and I am way too close!!
Blinded from my tears; body quivering I go and PICK UP THE BIRD!!!!!!!
The beast is flapping it’s wings at me and squawking and quickly flies away totally unharmed. Leaving me on the porch still shaking and crying but now laughing in between sobs. I couldn’t believe I had done it.  To this day I still can’t believe I have done it.  Writing this I am still shaking a little thinking of my biggest scare but I also remember how empowered I felt. So just remember no matter how big or small your scare is at least you’ll have a good first blog post.


xoxo Ais

Tell us, what’s your biggest scare?

Goodbye Summer… Hello Fall

Welcome to our Take 3 Tuesday.  Today’s topic: Fall Fashion Must Haves!

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Up first is S.

New season, new clothes!  I love it.

I have been searching for the perfect boot for fall and Spring for what feels like years.  A few years ago I got close with this half riding boot/half cowboy boot style:

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And while they worked well for about one season, the colour started to peel away.  Disappointment.

This May, I hit it big at the Great Glebe Garage Sale when I found these beautiful boots for $12.00!


I can’t wait to wear them when the weather gets a bit cooler.

Still, I need a bit more of a classic look for work and for when I’m wanting a more neutral look.  I have my eye on these:

I just need a few cool days to give me the push I need to pull the trigger.

What are your fall must haves?

S.

 

 

I AM SO PUMPED THAT AUTUMN HAS ARRIVED!

I love everything about it, the smell, the temperature, the cuddles, the food and definitely the fashion.

One of my must haves are woolly socks.

You look super cute and you keep warm and that is so key in Ottawa, Canada! My favourite woolly socks are the multi-coloured  Irish made socks that you can purchase from Irish eyes. You can get them in 2 different sizes, knee high and combat height and in many different colours.

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Woolly Irish Fair Isle socks purchase them in Canada at Irish Eyes

I like to pair my socks with these Steve Madden ‘ Troopa’ combat boots so that theyre just poking out the top. I love how they have a wee heel so that I don’t have to be flat footed and sound like I’m shuffling around but not big enough that if the ground is wet I feel like I could slip. I love the leather and that I can wear them with jeans, leggings and even dresses!

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Finally, my must have and go to fall soft matte lip cream is from NYX.  It’s amazing. It stays on all day even while eating and drinking ( and lets be honest who can pass up baked goods and a warm apple cider in the fall?!). This is tried, tested and true! It doesn’t dry out my lips and the colour goes with everything fall! Copenhagen has a bit of purple, pink, and red so that it really blends with most skin tones and outfits!

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Copenhagen from NYX-

Fall is my favourite time of year and I can’t wait to share it with you!

Ais xo

 

Niamho’s time

My fall looks includes  all things knit and cozy- really my go to fall style is hygge inspired!

Give me knit socks, sweater, and dresses or furry legwarmers or jackets- man I love fall!

Pretty much this outfit is fall to me!

This year though I am really feeling more wrap sweaters like this beauty!

 

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Take 3 Tuesday: Glamour Shots

Our Take 3 topic today is our best glamour shots of the 80s or 90s.

Sisters, let’s see you.

S.

Turtlenecks were all the rage.

Niamho here

So while  looking for kiddo glam pics, I noticed that my sisters are way overexposed on the family wall.

Take a look at this

Ais’ wall

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S’ wall

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And finally… my wall

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There might not be many pics of me on the wall but I think I outshine in cuteness! Check out those cheeks!

 

BUT CLEARLY I am the favourite daughter… I mean.. check out my chair at the dinner table!IMG_2408

 

Who didn’t love wearing over-sized Northern Reflection sweaters?!

I’m also just going toss this one out there because well….

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  •  Puff sleeves.√√√
  •  Lace collars.√√√
  •  Cheeks for days.√√√

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

If that doesn’t scream 90’s Glam I truly don’t know what does!

What a fun trip down memory lane!

Ais xo

Take Three: What are You Afraid of?

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Welcome!  We are so happy you came by.

Today we are starting a Tuesday series called Take Three Tuesdays.

Every Tuesday, we’ll pick a topic and all three of us will weigh in.

Today the topic is: Your biggest scare.

Up first:

S.

I’m really tempted to be all super cool about this and say the most nerve wracking experience I had was speaking to the Canadian Senate to advocate in favour of amending the Canadian Human Rights Act to include protections for the transgender community. (not even a #humblebrag)

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That was nerve wracking! And incredible!

But in truth, my biggest fright was far less suave.

I’m not great in the kitchen.  Don’t believe me? Read on.

It happened 5.5 years ago. I know because it was about 6 months before our wedding.  I was at my parents home on the weekend and decided to cook some lunch.  Only N was home with me.

I started getting my lunch ready. Which for me is almost always a boiled egg, cut fruit and peanut butter and some crackers and cheese.

The boiling of the egg ,while simple for some, eluded me for some time, and growing up, Christmas, Easter and birthdays  often meant another tool to help me in properly boiling my eggs solo: an egg thermometer, an egg holder, an egg topper and so on.

So on this day, 6 months before our wedding, I stood, before the stove, tools ready, in my pyjamas, fuzzy slippers and, having just finished showering, a towel around my shoulders to keep my wet hair off my nice pyjamas.

Brought the water to a boil. Full marks.

Placed the egg in the boiling water. No problem.

Waited about 4 minutes. Perfect.

Removed the egg. I’m on fire.

Literally! ON FIRE!

Flames were wrapping up the length of the towel on my head.

I threw the towel down. Breathed in, breathed out.

MORE FLAMES. My pyjamas were on fire!

PicMonkey Photo-2

I yelled for my sister.

Then, stop drop and roll, and the fire was out.

I ran upstairs and jumped in the shower, tattered pyjamas and all.  Niamh took care of the fire downstairs and I eventually left the shower…eventually.

The burns weren’t permanent and there wasn’t even a scar on our wedding day.

But the soft boiled egg continues to be my Everest.

So, for those, who like me, are challenged by the soft boiled egg, a few words of advice: Don’t be fooled that the flat surface stoves are safe; don’t wear a towel around your shoulders in front of the stove; don’t cook on the back burner while wearing a towel around your shoulders; don’t reach across the stove with a towel on your shoulders; don’t think your little sister can save you from the flames – just immediately STOP DROP and ROLL.

s.

P.S. Niamho says always keep a big vase filled with water and flowers on the table to combat flames

niamho’s Biggest Scare!

I get spooked pretty easily! I nearly jump out of my skin if  someone walks into the room too quietly or if there’s an eerie sound of any kind! By being a huge scaredy cat I have many Big Scares, including a mistaken identity phone call about Ais…but that story is  for another day.

Haunted house

House on Haunted Hill, 1959.

                                                                 

 Today, I will tell you about the time my mother and I got hit by a monster storm at the cottage.  Mum and I were enjoying a beautiful day puttering around the cottage, at 4pm we quit working and went down to the beach to enjoy 4sies (mandatory lounging and indulging time).

Otter lake 4

As I begin to relax into my chair, it became a little windier. I look up and can see black clouds in the distance, far enough away not to be worried. Thirty seconds later I could hear crashing thunder and raindrops pelting the lake as  the storms begins to race across the lake right towards us! 

Now, the sky is completely black, the chairs on the deck are blowing away. We are trying to pack up our stuff, as the trees are bending and making cracking sounds around us. As I am no Helen Hunt in Twister, I just begin to run, yelling to my mum ‘leave the sun umbrella!’ We both start running up the hill, but the wind is pushing us back. We try to pull each other along as we see lawn ornaments lift from the ground. We make it to the door, both of us pulling on it, we need all our strength to pull it open, we tumble in on top of each other and BAM! The storm hits the door behind us, it is on top of us now. We can feel the cottage quiver from trees landing on the roof and it sounds like the cottage is ripping apart, we see trees and chairs fly across the window in front of us. It felt like Wizard of Oz, when the cows and the Wicked Witch fly in front of Dorothy’s window.

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Wizard of Oz, 1939.

Still shaking, I look at Mum and think  if this is how we are going down, we might as well go in style! So I pour us some sangria.

sangria

About 10 minutes later the storm was done, still alive and cottage intact.

 

Ais

It was a beautiful, sunny, summer day. The kind of day that is begging you to go outside and enjoy it. Big white fluffy clouds, warm sun and the slightest of breezes… I thought it would be a lovely day to go visit Niamho and hangout in our parents backyard.

I had just arrived and was sitting in the bright kitchen chatting and waiting for the tea to boil.

When all of a sudden right behind me there’s a BAM! Thump!

bam

Niamho’s eyes were bulging in shock.  I was terrified to turn around and see what could’ve made this sound.
— now, anyone who knows me knows I have an irrational fear of birds. Absolutely terrified of these beady-eyed, taloned feet, sharp beaked creatures–

So as I turn around on this beautiful sunny day to see what had hit our window I see the biggest Robin flapping back and forth with its massive wing stuck in our wooden deck.
I swear this feathered demon had to be the size of the hippogriff from Harry Potter.

hippogriff_standing

I’m sweating and before I even know what is happening I hear the words “Niamho, get the work gloves from the garage.”  I look around to see who the brave soul that is going to rescue us and then I come to the horrible realization that I was the insane person who had spoken up. Niamho  returns with the gloves and I’m sweating and shaking even more now, with tears in my eyes I approached the beast.  I go out the door and hear it quickly slam behind me with a quiet little click to know that I’m locked out.
I’ve been stranded.
Abandoned by my own sister.
I am face-to-face with the beast.
It vs me.

big bird
So with my armour on I approach. My legs slowly give out underneath me. I dropped to my knees and I’m terrified. I am screaming, I am crying and I am way too close!!
Blinded from my tears; body quivering I go and PICK UP THE BIRD!!!!!!!
The beast is flapping it’s wings at me and squawking and quickly flies away totally unharmed. Leaving me on the porch still shaking and crying but now laughing in between sobs. I couldn’t believe I had done it.  To this day I still can’t believe I have done it.  Writing this I am still shaking a little thinking of my biggest scare but I also remember how empowered I felt. So just remember no matter how big or small your scare is at least you’ll have a good first blog post.


xoxo Ais

Tell us, what’s your biggest scare?