A Few Things I've Been Thinking About 

I invented a woman named Lola.

There. I've said it out loud.

At seventy-one years old, when most sensible women are probably doing sensible things, I created an alter ego. Her full name is Lola. She doesn't have a last name. Lola would probably tell you she's like Cher. One name is enough.

She ar...

When people ask me how I became a stylist, they sometimes imagine my story began in the fashion industry. But the truth is, my first style lessons happened much earlier than that. 

They happened on Saturday mornings with my mother. 

My mother Elise, was a European-trained seamstress who sewed most...

It’s Stampede week here in Calgary.

The midway lights are glowing. The smell of mini donuts drifts through the air. Somewhere a country band is playing just a little too loudly, and parents everywhere are trying to keep track of children whose eyes are bigger than their attention spans.

Every year...

This week I made a small decision. Or perhaps it wasn't so small after all. After many years of wearing gel nails, I've decided to return to my natural nails. Not because there's anything wrong with gel nails. (The last thing any woman needs is another reason to feel like she's doing it wrong.) I...

Happy Canada Day. Today, like so many Canadians, I'll probably spend a little time reflecting on this remarkable country we call home.

My parents arrived in Canada in January of 1952. They had survived the war and left Germany searching for something simple, yet profound. A chance to build a better...

For many years, I wrote a newspaper column called Fashion 911. 

Every week, women would send me their questions. Some were about clothing. Some were about color. Some were about shopping. It was a fashion column, so the answers focused on fashion.

At the time I thought I was helping women with sty...