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Saturday, March 28, 2009

sexy at sixty

She likes foods you can eat with your hands, sensual figs, olives and artichokes. She wears lacy tops, flowing skirts, and believes you should always blow your budget on lingerie.

Even more than that she is smart, filled with great ideas and literature. She is confident enough to dance on tables, speak her mind at any given moment, and to do the things that give her pleasure.

A former beauty queen, actress and dancer, she found something in writing, a voice for her passionate soul. She raised three children with strong values, and moved to France with them, making it look easy. She took them to museums around the world, read them poetry, and encouraged their individualities.

To this day she is beautiful, an actress with her eccentric hand gestures and Southern twang she likes put on, a dancer at any party or in any kitchen, and the most honest and erotic writer that I've ever read.

If this doesn't sound like a sexy woman, than I don't know what does.

My mother will always be beautiful and sexy to me, and anyone that knows her. I admire her fire, her courage, her elegance as she sits at a cafe with a notepad and ballpoint pen, writing page after page. I envy her ability to eat whatever she pleases, say whatever she wants, and look better in a pair of tight jeans than I do.

My aunt once said "Your mom has such a great little body! But she hides it under flowing clothing!" She doesn't flaunt her sexiness, but owns it, and reveals it subtly in velvets and laced, her neck smelling of Opium perfume, earrings dangling on her ears.

They say that as you get older you become more and more like your parents. If I can get older with the same fiery, bold, sensual nature as my mother I will be proud. She is, and always has been, a sexy woman who understands the art of living. And today, at sixty, I think she just got a little sexier.


Why is Yvonne so Sexy at sixty?
Firstly, her self-confidence and uniqueness make her so appealing. She is happy in her own skin. She inspires you to fulfill your own potential. You are brought into her fold and felt caressed and loved immediately.

Her sexuality is displayed in her ability to dress in a style that reflects her inner voice, She is a one-of-a-kind a masterpiece that you want to emulate and celebrate.

She is a woman possessing attributes that one strives a lifetime to achieve. She is loyal, independent, self-reliant, honest, dependable, happy, bold, witty and intelligent. Yvonne is a role model I want to emulate, I am enraptured by her magnitism. Her effervescent character, sense of humor, approachability give her an aura of incredible charm.

Furthermore, she accepts herself, accepts her sexuality and accepts her charms. Her sexuality is revealed in her talent, creativity, beauty and exuberant nature. Her caring for family, friends, neighbors and her own appearance underline her very feminine qualities.

I love you Yvonne and wish you a very Happy Birthday! May the approaching decade be flooded with good health, much happiness and prosperity.




Unlike the Young family, I am not much of a writer; however, I put this little "poem" together in her honour


We love you

Grosses bises,


turkey dance

Her sexiness exudes from her pores - her experience and appreciation of nature, its fruits, and bodies in general. Her appreciation of life and literature is sensual and sensuous, sexy in nature. It is a natural rebellion of all that was repressed in her childhood. Childhood is very sexy and alive, but we don't like to talk about it in those terms. Your mother is constantly trying to recapture that whether she is aware of it or not. What make it so wonderful is her incredible respect for others, nature, and life that makes it more vibrant.

All my love, Helen

yve and helen

As for sexy sixty that is easy.

Yvonne was a sexy teenager at Ryerson (remember I was young too). A sexy bride on a very sexy honeymoon. A sexy wife or life partner as she would say. A very sexy glowing pregnant woman as she carried
our three children. Now that she is turning sixty she is as sexy as ever if not more so. Perhaps because we see life differently now or as Joni Mitchell said "Monogamy is sexy".
Who knows. She is a beatiful Irish lass who can't help being sexy. She always will be.


mom and dad

Aside from the way she is so caring and friendly and generous, and that I don't really beleive she is turning 60 because she in no way looks like it, what charms me the most about your lovely mother is how open minded she is. I remember as a teenager feeling so comfortable around her, laughing with and talking to her and around her and not worrying what she would think of me. The summer I spent in France with you guys Yvonne made me feel so welcome. She is so full of energy but free of judgement, she feels more like a friend than a friend's mom - but a friend with alot more experience and wiser things to say. And better dance moves. I hope she has a fantastic birthday!

mucho love


Yvonne when we think of Sexy we think of you, because………….

Sexy is a woman who understands that life is an adventure and is never afraid to play a leading role in the next scene. Sexy women drink tequila, tell dirty jokes and forget what they did the next day. Sexy is someone who laughs easy and cries hard with those she loves.

A sexy women loves to dance, in tap shoes, after dinner on the kitchen floor. It doesn’t matter if she marks the terrazzo tiles, as long as she can express herself in sound and motion.

Sexy women don’t need men to prove they’re sexy. A bottle of good wine, dancing in circles to Leonard Cohen on the stereo, laughter and a girl friend is more than enough.

Sexy women love country and Western music. Real hurtin stuff that you can sing out loud, and picture yourself in every story told. She cries when love dies, but knows that tomorrow is another day.

She writes erotic poems, but doesn’t share easily. Occasionally though, the spirit moves her and she dares to let others into that secret place that only words can go.

Sexy women have sexy sisters. Together they are passionate, funny, crazy, wild, incorrigible, loving. They are so much alike, same mother, father sisters and brothers, same values, same truths and lies. So why are they different, unique, like a bouquet of flowers, each different but beautiful, vibrant and lovely. Although they don’t recognize it they are so much better, so much
more beautiful as a bunch rather that a single bloom.

A Sexy women understands the power of women and loves them for who they are. She holds them close for life understanding they are all sisters, unified by that which makes women unique, mothers of each other the earth, the wind and the sky. Their tears are sorrow, falling as raindrops that nourish all things that grow, their anger the storms that darken the sky, full of threat as they crash and blow but in the end wipe the world clean, their breath the wind that caresses the skin and their smile the sun that lights up the world and warms the heart of every sole alive. Sisters in life and beyond.

YVE on your birthday we celebrate not your age but your existence. The life you have lived, the wisdom you have shared, the love you have shown to so many friends. YOUR FAMILY we hold you close, understanding that you are so much apart of us that to try and separate even one memory would leave us wounded and incomplete. Happy Birthday, we love you.

Gael, Larry, Amie, Emily, Tommy and Sheeba XXXXXXXXXXXX0000000


Sexy at 60. The way she turns her head and smiles at you. Her wardrobe smart and sexy not granny style. Reading good books, meeting with her long time friends. Drinking good wine, dancing up a storm. Still married to her first love.We are the Zoomer's and we refuse to get old. We look after ourselves and do what is best for us. Turning 60 is not old, we live in a time where medicial advantages help us along.There is all kind's of anti-aging creams. We are the Boomer's. Happy 60th Yvonne. Have a great day, and I love you lot's. Your big sister Stephanie

tell the world i'm here

Yvonne is six decades of six sexy words: hope, ambition, and pursuing dreams.


mom reading outside

Even though I'm an Amazon next to this delicate beauty, her strength of character more than makes up for her petite stature! There is nothing childlike about the depth of Yvonne's thoughts & sentiments. One of her most sexy traits is her deep, unaffected laugh. It is a most engaging characteristic that immediately draws one to Yvonne because you can sense her sincerity and honesty. Her throaty laughter makes her seem even more approachable and warm.

Lots of love from Christiane to Yvonne on the occasion of your 60th. Hope to see you soon.♥




yve and helen

maman et ses moules

la belle

mother and daughter

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Sunday, March 22, 2009

sunday in the kitchen

I went outside several times today, sunshine in my face, sunglasses over my eyes, and hands in my pocket.

It was warmer than usual, but the cool breeze still kept urging me inside. And another urge was humming inside of me, singing a tune it had been singing all week, begging me to get in the kitchen and bake.

I have never been a baker. While my grandmother can whip together a perfect Irish soda bread with her eyes closed, I am a work in progress. But with every recipe, I learn to pay better attention, and am always amazed at how mixed ingredients can transform into something so delicious, warm and fragrant once it comes out of the oven.

So tonight I set to work, first on cranberry scones, then some peanut butter cookies, and finally some spicy cajun roasted chickpeas.

scone baking

I couldn't find parchment paper at any of the stores in my neighbourhood so I settled on muffin cups, which seem to be made out of the same material. I flattened them, wiped them with butter, and they did the trick just fine. I discovered this recipe for scones when I was last in Vancouver, and they are worthy of the highest high tea.

baked goods

The peanut butter cookies were a little soft and some fell apart completely. But is there anything more delicious than a slighty undercooked cookie? I think not, and may have done this on purpose.

For the chickpeas I just roasted them for 45 minutes in olive oil and then spiced them up with some cajun seasoning, cayenne and salt. They make a great healthy, crunchy and highly addictive snack.

Half of the goods are being wrapped up and taken to my friend's house for editing tomorrow. He is in the process of piecing together our documentary, and as reporter I feel the least I can do is keep him fuelled.

food lit

I have also been going through my food books lately and am trying to cut down. Is anyone out there looking for a good foodie read? I've got it all, if you're interested give me a shout!

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Saturday, March 21, 2009

diamonds are a girl's best friend

One young woman is pulling my hair through a curling iron, another is patting pale foundation onto my face and the other is painting my nails a deep red.

They are pulling me together into Marilyn Monroe, using old hollywood hair and make-up, trying desperately to make the curls hold in my straight hair and the make-up stick onto my moisturized face. A vintage book, bought of ebay for $100 and stolen from a library in Austria sits a few inches away from me, it contains secrets to 40's hairstyles. I have arrived naked faced, in yoga pants, a light top and sneakers on my feet. I am woman of 2009 being taken back through the decades.

Afterwards I slip into a small sparkly dress, diamond straps grazing my shoulders, and pull my arms through a goose feather jacket. My friend, the photographer, slips a large jewel onto my finger and we're ready for action.

With an old camera, we try out polaroids, and I attempt to find a sexy Marilyn somewhere inside of me. In the natural light, my make-up looks outlandish, but under the camera's lens it follows my friend's vision to old hollywood glamour. The polaroids are a glimpse of what's to come, beautiful prints, carefully photoshopped, and blown up large.

After the shoot I wipe off my make-up, pull my hair back into a bun, zip up my sporty jacket, throw my sunglasses on and head home to walk the dog. Comfortable in my skin, I inhale the smell of burning firewood in the park, and I'm taken back to the smell of chimneys in France.

It was a well balanced day, starting off with a little glitz and glamour, and returning to a quiet night, alone with a home made dinner, a hot bath and book awaiting me.

best shot
marilyn shoot
old hollywood
old hollywood
old hollywood

"In Hollywood a girl's virtue is much less important than her hairdo. You're judged by how you look, not by what you are. Hollywood's a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for kiss, and fifty cents for your soul. I know, because I turned down the first offer often enough and held out for the fifty." -Marilyn Monroe

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Tuesday, March 17, 2009

waking up to you

Waking up to you motivates me to get out of bed.

This morning I pulled my jacket over my pyjamas, stuffed my cotton pants into a pair of boots, and took the dog outside, where everything bathed in your golden light.

Sunshine, never leave me, you make everything better.

I love the way shadows move underneath you, and the way people strip away their layers when you're around.

Even in the morning hours, people are out walking, playing catch with their dogs, turning the pedals on their bikes to work, and smiling in your light.

Stay for a while, I love waking up to you.

red brick lane
walk this way
morning sun

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Monday, March 16, 2009

changing like the seasons

The sunshine poured over the city this weekend.

With the sidewalks free of the snow, and the wind more of a gentle breeze than a bitter chill, the city demanded attention.

After weeks of fighting the cold, going to bed early, and spending most nights out shooting our documentary, it was time to enjoy life a little.

The weekend was rich in good company, smoky ribs and cocktails with live soul music, antipasto and wine in little Italy, fresh goat cheese and home made crackers from the farmers market, licked off my chilled fingers on a picnic table outside of St.Lawrence market, hot walnut cakes from Korea town and a stroll through the cobble stone streets of the Distillery District.

It was everything my senses could have wished for. A celebration of life, and a tribute to the city I'll soon be leaving.

Meanwhile I try to sort out my life. Make plans for the future. Make a mental map of what I want to do and where I want to be.

In the next few months I will be working on taking big and little steps towards getting what I want out of life.

The first step is finishing off my final projects and getting that degree in my hands. I'll keep you posted with the rest.

live jazz brunch
book hunting

I am also working at making some changes on my blog. What would you like to see more of? Would you be interested in a separate food blog? More recipes? Let me know!

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Monday, March 02, 2009

the boy with the bright blue eyes

When I was away in France I had a dream about my brother.

In my dream he was beaming, happy, and seemed young and alive in every way possible. My brother is a bright, creative, artistic, wonderful and loving man, and sometimes he seems let down by the world. He lives with his eyes and heart wide open, which can be hard on a day to day basis.

And when my brother is happy, he radiates. You want to be around him because his energy is so good it rubs off on everyone. My best memories of my brother involve cooking in the kitchen with lots of wine and garlic, flying down the streets in his beat up car in high school, music blaring, daring him to do or eat anything and watching in horror as he ensued.

While in France he sent three small gifts (we had agreed on none) to my mother, father and I. While I was diligent on the no gift rule, the gifts were so thoughtful, so perfect, that I had to love him more for it.

When I got back from France I spoke to my brother on the phone and he told me he had proposed to his long time girlfriend. His voice radiated.

I went down shortly to visit him in Port Hope, where my grandparents live as well, to mourn the loss of his girlfriend's father and congratulate them on the engagement.

When we walked into the funeral home where the wake was being held, my brother sat alone, in a sharp suit, his bright blue eyes looking around the room kindly, and he was radiating.

Later that night I came over with a bottle of wine and old photographs, drank too much, ate peanut butter out of the jar, and remembered how great it is to sit so closely with someone you know and love to that extent. When I told him about my dream, and how it seemed to be real, he agreed. He was happy, is happy, and deserves to be. He is doing amazing creative work daily, taking design courses, and marrying a woman he loves.

Today is his birthday and I want my brother to know that he radiates. That I love him. That he will always be an amazing brother, musician, artist, designer, magician and man to me.

He'll probably make fun of me for getting so cheesy on this one, but my words are honest.

I love you Mike, celebrate today and every one that follows.

awkward brother and sister