Month: May 2018

Scottsdale, AZ: Trip Highlights

Like many other Canadians, my husband and I love to get away from our (cool) climate as often as possible. After checking out one destination popular with “snow birds” last year – Palm Springs – we decided to visit a different one this year: Scottsdale. Both of us loved California, and were curious to see how Arizona would measure up; of course, we can’t really compare two entire states based on brief visits to one small area, but in this limited engagement, we both agreed that Scottsdale emerged as the winner for us. I can’t entirely put my finger on the reason why, but we simply felt comfortable in Scottsdale as soon as we arrived, and from there on out, everything just felt into place like a charm. We didn’t end up following any of our plans, and still had an amazing time. I am already planning our return visit – next time, likely with our kids.

Here are my general impressions of Scottsdale and the Phoenix area.

Our Resort

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We stayed at the Royal Palms Resort & Spa on the recommendation of a friend (and frequent visitor), and it was fantastic. The hotel is a former private estate; the grounds are stunning, and the Spanish-style architecture is charming. We ended up upgrading our room to a casita for a reasonable $30USD/night, which proved to be a great idea. The room was spacious, and had its own little patio area; we were also located right next to the pool area, which was convenient. Although considered a luxury resort, the Royal Palms is not the height of modern-style indulgence; it has a lot of charm and character as well as great service, which made us enjoy it but YMMV. Here is a contrast with other places we have stayed: the toiletries (shampoo, shower gel, etc.) were non (famous) branded, but the turn-down service chocolates provided every night were Ferrero Rocher. That was a-OK with me.

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The landscape

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I always thought that cacti were cute, but I became obsessed with them on this trip. On the recommendation of the hotel staff, we checked out the Desert Botanical Garden. It was the highlight of our trip! I have been to plenty of other botanical gardens in my travels, but this one was hands-down my favourite. The thing about cacti is that they are interesting to look at whether in bloom or not; we caught the tail end of blooming season, so we were extra lucky. The garden is beautifully landscaped, with several trails to explore. We saw lizards, hummingbirds, hares, and butterflies, and got a small peek at the beauty of the Sonoran desert. We went back in the evening to watch the sunset and see the garden lit up after dark. There was a music concert, so we also got to listen in; it made it a truly magical night.

I apologize in advance for the avalanche of photos to come:

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We did not end up doing any hikes, as planned, because my husband wasn’t feeling it – or, specifically, was feeling the pool more. Next time, I will find a way to drag him up Camelback mountain (located right behind our resort) and maybe even on a day trip to Sedona. Can’t wait!

The sightseeing

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We were pretty set on spending a good chunk of time pool-side, so we didn’t end up doing very much touristy stuff. We did go to check out the street art on Roosevelt Row in Phoenix proper, which was fun.

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We stopped in for a donut and ice cream at Short Leash Hotdogs and Rollover Donuts, and ended up staying for a bit to play a hotly contested Uno tournament. It was one of those serendipitous moments that are truly the stuff vacation memories are made of. Since my kids’ favourite things include hotdogs, donuts and Uno, we will definitely be back.

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We also explored Old Town Scottsdale a couple of evenings. Oddly, it reminded me a lot of the Byward market area in Ottawa. We loved checking out the little boutiques and sampling some of the food on offer – it did not disappoint.

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Speaking of which, my husband and I both love food but we are not fancy restaurant people. The places we ate while in Scottsdale — Hula’s, Malee’s Thai Bistro, Sakana, Sugar Bowl, Cafe Zuppa — were definitely not fancy, but the food was great and reasonably priced. There were a ton of options to explore within easily drivable distance of our resort, which was awesome.

The Shopping

I was originally not planning to do any thrifting in Scottsdale, and was only going to stop at the Nordstrom Last Chance (the only one in N. America). We did that (twice) but I also ended up checking out a couple of Goodwills. Ok, it was more like 4 or 5. In my defence, unlike Houston, the thrift stores in the Phoenix area are close together. And they were really good! I’ll write about what I bought in another post, so stay tuned.

All in all, this was one of our favourite trips. Everyone we met was incredibly friendly, perhaps even more so than in California (which we like to joke is our American spiritual home). I cannot wait to go back and see (and do) much more.

What I Read: Windsor Edition

If you’re following my IG Stories, you’ll know that I have been thrifting a ton of books lately. I sometimes go through phases in terms of the focus of my thrifting, and I am now in an accessories-and-books phase. It probably has to do with the fact that I’m much more picky about my clothes that I used to be; books, on the other hand? You can never have too many!

When I was growing up, back in the Old Country, my grandparents lived in an apartment on a floor of a house which had once belonged to a famous writer or some other well-off member of the bourgeoisie. Compared to the Communist apartment block where I lived with my parents, this place might as well have been Versailles. It even had what, at one time, had been a servants’ stairs/entrance separate from the main one; after the house had been chopped up into smaller apartments, the latter was essentially closed up, and everyone used the former – which, come to think of it, was a kind of metaphor for communism. Anyway, in my eyes, my grandparents’ apartment was everything I wanted to have/be when I grew up. One of the things it had was a small home library; a couple of large, floor-to-ceiling bookcases, jam-packed with all sorts of books – fiction, non-fiction, poetry, plays. As an only child (and grandchild), I spent much of my time reading through that entire library, even though most of it was probably too “adult” for my age, and those are some of my best childhood memories. All of which is to say – I have always wanted my own home library, and to be able to give my kids access to the same experiences I had. It’s too long of an explanation to give every time someone asks me why I don’t just get ebooks (or visit the public library), but I figured this was as good a place as any to write it all out.

Moving on, I have been on a House of Windsor kick lately, and it’s got nothing to do with the Prince Harry-Meghan Markle wedding. Nothing against those two; I wish them all the best, but I’m not as invested in the hoopla as tabloids and the media seem to think I ought to be. I caught a documentary about the Royal family on Netflix a while ago, and it made me want to read up on the post-Victoria era. Previously, I had read biographies of Edward VII, Elizabeth II, Lord Snowdon, and the Duchess of Windsor. Thanks to Goodwill, I got my hands on a biography of George VII by Sarah Bradford, as well as Queen Elizabeth, the Queen Mother by Ingrid Seward.

Both are very good, though different in tone/approach. Bradford’s book is a very typical biography – well researched and written, not too scholarly in tone, but also not very gossipy. It is, perhaps not surprisingly, sympathetic to Bertie/George. Some historians seem to take the view that he wasn’t very promising king material, or a particularly strong or inspiring monarch, while others take the view that he did as well as anyone could have expected, given the difficult circumstances that were largely thrust upon him. This books falls in the second camp.

The Last Edwardian Lady was written while the Queen Mother was still alive, and it’s not a traditional biography. Narrated in a non-linear fashion, it focuses on various key periods of Elizabeth’s life; the tone is light and gossipy, but in a respectful way – not unlike that of, say, Hello magazine. The most scandalous detail might be that she enjoyed a strong tipple every day, which I feel is the sort of thing that was always part of her public persona as the Queen Mother – fun, jolly, no-nonsense. She was those things, but also more – the proverbial iron fist wrapped in a velvet glove. Contrary to the public perception from her latter years, she had been a very popular, much sought after, debutante; I thought this was interesting given the fact that she and Wallis Simpson are often juxtaposed as different archetypes – in truth, Elizabeth had a bit of the femme fatale in her as well.

Leaving aside the Windsors, I also read Spinster by Katie Bolick. It’s a somewhat difficult book to describe, but I would say that it’s about Bolick’s decision not to marry (and the women who influenced her in making that choice) and the place and role of spinsters in our society. While I have obviously made a different choice in my own life, I found the book very interesting – I can certainly understand why someone would choose differently, and Bolick’s writing is very enjoyable regardless. Her “influencers” include Edna St. Vincent Millay, with whom I was similarly obsessed in my 20s, and Edith Wharton, who is one of my favourite authors, along with other women who were not familiar names for me, but whom I am happy to have discovered through this book. I am not sure if this classifies as a “feminist” book necessarily, but I would definitely recommend it if you are interested in reading about strong women who did not comply with society’s expectations. FWIW, I recently saw it on sale at Chapters for $8.

And that concludes another round-up of my recent reads. Your turn: tell me what you’ve been reading lately.

What I Wore: May 7-15, 2018

Full-On Summer

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I wore this outfit for Mother’s Day which, now that my kids are older, is an actual thing at my house. I got serenaded with a song, and got lots of hugs and art projects (which, to be fair, is also what I gave my mom this year), and it was pretty great. The weather didn’t hurt; it was a beautiful weekend, very much like the best of summer (here in Edmonton, anyway). Warm, sunny days that go on forever and make you feel like you’re living your very best life. Kinda like this (Bohemian) outfit, too.

Vaguely Mod, Vaguely New

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I consider this an(other) outfit for the Bohemian, but I think it looks vaguely mod. I love this (thrifted) Marni top so very much, but it’s not necessarily an easy piece to mix up in different ways. In fact, it’s the opposite of versatile; it simply is, and the rest of the outfit has to arrange itself around it. I realize now that my reservation towards pieces like that stems from an old mindset; I used to be obsessed with the idea of endlessly remixing pieces so that I never wore the exact same outfit twice. I think that started partly as an exercise in creativity, and partly as blog fodder, but at some point in the last couple of years, it became divorced from my reality, so to speak. I have other outlets for creativity, and the kind of stuff I like to wear now is much more uniform-driven. While I enjoy wearing only very slightly different iterations of the same outfits all the time, I still used to worry about the impact of that on the blog. How silly of me! I think part of my past unhappiness with blogging came from the fact that I didn’t know what I really wanted out of it; on one hand, I knew I was supposed to strive to attract as much traffic as possible (which required having fresh “content”, i.e. outfits, all the time), but on the other hand, I didn’t care about monetizing, which begged several questions. Why did traffic really matter? Why did I feel the pressure to approach my dressing in a certain way? Ultimately, the whole point of this blog is to share my real-life experiences with style and clothing as a regular person.

TL;DR – look, a new outfit, sort of.

The Most Basic

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I mean, right? It doesn’t get more basic than this blazer-jeans combo, but it’s also a fool-proof classic. I recently thrifted a couple of these boyfriend-style Club Monaco blazers recently – this striped version and one in a classic check print – which is a bit of a coincidence that makes me wonder (again) about the history of the clothes that wind up in my closet.