Sharing Inspiration with My Niece

International Women’s Day is something that really inspires me. Though I cannot know what it’s like to be a woman in this world, especially with everything happening right now, I am inspired by the women in my life who have shaped me. My mother has the most consistent woman in my life and has helped me learn that life isn’t always fair, but that I can persevere no matter what comes my way. Catherine has helped to keep me kind in the face of situations that could have made me an angry and bitter person. She is as close to a sibling as she can be and knows me more than anyone else, and I could never express how much she inspires me to be better everyday. The powerful women of Do The Daniel show me the strength they each offer in this big beautiful world and their ability to navigate their respective lives while bringing their voice to our brand bring a tear to my eye. Let’s of course not forget my niece Rebecca. At three years old, she represents the future and all the possibilities it holds for women around the world.  Continue reading “Sharing Inspiration with My Niece”

Hanging with Helen

International Women’s Day is March 8th. While I am excited for all the women on the #DoTheDaniel to celebrate in their own ways around the world (follow our Instagram account to see how and go BTS with them), I had to stop and think about how I too wanted to thank each and every woman I could in the world. So when the team at L’Oreal Paris Canada asked me to join them for The 2018 Women of Worth Awards Gala at the King Edward Hotel hosted by award-winning actress Dame Helen Mirren, I jumped at the chance. That does after all sound like one heck of a way to celebrate #IWD2018!  Continue reading “Hanging with Helen”

Because Everyone Deserves A Chance

Growing up with a working mom made every Monday morning memorable. After a weekend of jeans and laundry and sneakers and vacuuming, my Mom would start her daily workweek ritual of choosing her business clothes, putting on makeup in front of her mirror, doing her hair (I remember exactly what blowing out her bangs entailed) and picking her heels and matching purse. I would sit at the door of her room, waiting to see if she chose the blue suit with a white blouse, or the paisley skirt with pantyhose and a cardigan, or the black pumps with the red cotton dress. My favourite top of course was the embezzled blouse with large rhinestones across the neckline. I was mesmerized. My mom had the most beautiful strawberry blonde hair, which she would brush and wear loose, or blow out in the timely fashion of the early nineties. I would wait for the moment she passed by, her perfume wafting over me, remembering that she would smell as nice as she looked.

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