That First Maxi Dress

It’s been a summer of firsts. I bought my first maxi dress after years of not understanding why women reserve long dresses and skirts for the hot summer months. I became one of those people who owns more than one handbag and frequently switches between them depending on which better matches my outfit, for the first time. I started wearing my hair without bags for the fist time in about five years. I even bought my first summer hat, but it looked weird with this dress.

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I didn’t really know what to pair with this dress when I first got it. I tried it on with every pair of shoes I owned. Strappy shoes were clearly better than close-toed and heels worked better than flats, but still, nothing I owned seemed to look right. Neither of my two purses matched very well. That hat was a no-go. I have a pearl necklace that sat perfectly, neither too high nor too low on the neckline, but made the look much too formal for the poutine dinner I was on my way to pick up. Then, just as my hunger overcame my patience, I stopped trying so hard. That’s when the look came together.

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Dress ModCloth
Shoes ModCloth
Handbag ModCloth (old)
Sunglasses ModCloth
Earrings Claire’s (old)

Maxi dresses had eluded me since college. I didn’t know why the hemlines got lower as the sun rose higher. I still don’t, really. Sure, it’s fun to waltz around the house feeling fancier than I really am and the extra fabric did keep the hot sun off my legs but this isn’t a Bedouin robe, there’s no convection cooling going on under this thing. That being said, there’s just something special about a maxi dress. Pulling it out again next year, after waiting all winter, is going to feel good.

Photo credit Matt Harrison

Summer Vacation

My family didn’t travel much when I was a kid, and if we did, it was only to nearby camp grounds and the like. I’ve only been on a plane once (or twice if you count the flight home) when my mom took me and my brother to Disney World for my twelfth birthday. Some poor guy died on the previous flight of the plane we were trying to board at the end of the trip. We had to wait for him to be removed and I guess they had no other choice but to wheel him right through the room of waiting passengers. It was a weird experience and my strongest memory of the trip. I’ve been to New York State about a dozen times and Quebec twice, but that’s about it. To quote April Wheeler in Revolutionary Road, “I’ve never really been anywhere.”

My husband and I have travel goals, but something always seems to trump them when it comes time to plan the yearly budget. That’s why we relish our one week of summer vacation spent, every year, up north at the cottage. We established the tradition when we were in college, every year taking as many friends as we could comfortably fit – and sometimes more – in the two cottages previously owned by my husband’s great-grandparents. My husband and I have spent time up there together as a couple of kids, as an engaged couple and as husband and wife.

The cottages were left in trust to my husband’s generation and have been managed and cared for by my mother-in-law since before my husband was born. A little while ago, the time felt right for my mother-in-law to pass the ancestral property on to my husband and anyone else who was interested in taking on the responsibility of caring for a place with so much family history. It was also time for her to take over the cottage down the path, previously owned by her parents. Although we are still waiting for all the legal stuff to go through, my husband thought it only right to start working on the maintenance and preservation of the property.

Luckily we have friends who have come to cherish the place almost as much as we have and who were happy to help with the less-fun aspects of owning a cottage.

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Though I can’t image why.

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I mean, there’s no TV, no computer, we only just got cell service and internet last year, the nearest town is an hour away and the cottage is only accessible by boat. There’s nothing to do.

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(Photo: Brett Didemus)

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Black Lemonade

I may love lemonade to an unhealthy degree, especially on hot summer days. On a recent trip up to the cottage, I whipped up a recipe I had been thinking about since the first turned warm: Black Lemonade.

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I’ve never really liked pink lemonade. Possibly due to the fact that during my first encounter with it, I got a mouthful of artificial “pink” flavours instead of the sweet and sour raspberries I had assumed to expect. I was so put off by this pink lemonade from a package that I thought I disliked all lemonade for an irrevocably long amount of time – somewhere in the 15 year range. But now I’m making up for lost time with this wonderfully refreshing, boozy blackberry lemonade recipe.

Ingredients

1 cup sugar
1 cup water
½ pint of blackberries
2 oz gin
juice of 1 lemon
sparkling water

Method

For the blackberry simple syrup
  1. Add equal parts sugar and water to a small saucepan (use 1 cup for quite a lot of syrup) plus a ¼ pint of blackberries – the remainder will be used for garnish.
  2. Bring the mixture to a simmer over low heat, stirring continuously.
  3. When the sugar has melted, which may happen long before the simmer is reached, abuse the blackberries by (carefully) pressing them against the side of the pan with a wooden spoon or heatproof spatula until they’ve given up all their juice.
  4. Then stir slowly and continuously (there’s a reason chefs call this sort of thing liquid napalm) until the mixture has thickened to your liking.
  5. Once thoroughly cooled, pour through a fine mesh sieve to remove the seeds and blackberry chunks before transferring to a squeeze bottle.
For the cocktail
  1. Place a few ice cubes in the bottom of an old fashioned glass.
  2. Add 2 oz gin (or vodka, if you prefer).
  3. Add 1 oz of the blackberry simple syrup.
  4. Squeeze the juice of 1 lemon into the glass, being careful to catch the seeds.
  5. Stir and top up with sparkling water.
  6. Garnish with a whole blackberry, if you want to be fancy, and serve.

I made this recipe to my lemon-loving taste for lemonade, which my husband describes as “this lemonade would be great if it weren’t for the sugar”, so don’t be afraid to tweak the simple syrup, lemon and water ratios to make this cocktail your own.

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Feeling saucy enough to make this for a group at your next backyard get together? Lucky you! It scales wonderfully to a pitcher recipe. Be sure to serve in a clear pitcher to let the gorgeous colour show through.

For a pitcher (serves 4)
  1. Place a handful of ice cubes in a pitcher.
  2. Add 8 oz gin.
  3. Add 4 – 4½ oz simple syrup (I find a little extra sweetness is needed if the ice will have time to melt and dilute the beverage).
  4. Squeeze, or ream, the juice of 4 lemons into the pitcher, being sure to catch the seeds.
  5. Stir and top up with sparkling water, at least enough to match the amount of lemon juice.
  6. Toss a few whole blackberries into the pitcher and serve.

Mitchell’s Discount Summer Skin Care Tips

Recently I made the conscious decision to start caring about my skin. As a 21 and 3/4 year old man, I have to face the fact that I’m not getting any younger, in fact just the other day I was told I’m too old to add fractions to my age, too old they called me. In addition, my Irish heritage has saddled me with the most sensitive of skin and a propensity to sunburn.

I’ve always had a healthy appreciation for experimentation, as long as nothing goes near my butt. So with an open mind and a series of manly synonyms I bring you Mitchell’s Discount Summer Skin Care Tips. Continue reading