Dear Sexy Moms of West Van

Do I have your attention now?!




This morning I ran into my favourite local coffee shop and grabbed a grande cafe latte, my little reward after a gruelling fitness class.



A group of you, whom I’ve known for years and years, were sitting and chatting at a table near the counter. One of you glanced up, smiled and said hi. Your friends ignored me, but hey, one out of three is actually pretty good.

You see, yesterday I met two long-time friends, also moms of classmates of my kids, for coffee. Yes, we drink a lot of coffee and lattes in West Van,  at least I certainly do!



 You were sitting at small tables on either side of us, and our children – yours and mine –  also went to school together. But this time not one of you looked at me. Not one of you said hello. And I was hard to miss ’cause I was wearing a bright yellow top and even brighter yellow running shoes.

Now we all live in the same small community of West Vancouver, which has a population of roughly 42,000. Yeah, it;s a pretty tiny town. West-VancouverFor ten years our kids went to the same small private school, where there were at most 80 kids per grade. Over the years, you and I sat across from each other during tons of parent/teacher meetings and numerous class mom meetings, attended seasonal school plays and concerts together, and ran into each other at the local shopping mall, grocery store, and 7-eleven.  Our kids played soccer and tennis  and softball together, and learned to swim at the same pool. Our families still frequent the same sports facilities in West Van and ski at the same mountains.

So why can’t you just say hello?

Is something wrong with your eyesight?
Do you lack peripheral vision?
Is there a recent medical abnormality that prevents you from smiling?
Has your long-term memory been dramatically affected lately?

Look, you don’t need to worry about me – I don’t want to be your BFF. I don’t want to be invited to your parties. I don’t want to go on vacation with you to Whistler or Maui. I especially don’t want to steal your husband. Absolutely not! And  I don’t even want my children to date your children.

But I would kinda like to feel like I exist, like I am visible.

So would it kill you to meet my eye occasionally, and smile or say hi, especially when I’ve said hi to you so, so so many times in the past before?


How Lululemon will save the world from global financial meltdown!?

It has taken me a week to respond to a terrible article originally posted on MSN Travel’s online site because I’ve been SO traumatized. The woefully ignorant reporter labelled Vancouver as the third worst-dressed city in the world ; this ridiculous story was picked up by numerous Canadian news sites and gained a ton of publicity along the way.

According to MSN Travel,  the  10 worst-dressed cities in the world are

  1. Orlando
  2. Maui
  3. Vancouver 
  4. Harajuku, Japan
  5. Boston
  6. Seattle
  7. San Francisco and Silicon Valley
  8. Ottawa
  9. Pittsburgh
  10. Jersey Shore

The reason for this travesty? – Lululemon yoga pants. Okay, so in the MSN article itself, the author coyly refused to name Lululemon, but it was quite obvious what she was referring to!

Heads should roll – really!

So many of us West Van moms would just not know how to dress if we didn’t have Lululemon . What would we wear in the morning to drive our kids to school? What would we wear to yoga and pilates and spin classes? What would we wear while driving our SUV’s to Starbucks to buy that low-fat soy latte? And don’t even get me started on what to wear to walk the dog!?

Lululemon has already infiltrated the top ranks of Hollywood’s elite…

Reese, Nicole and Sandra

Clearly the only viable solution is for Lululemon to open at least a gazillion stores worldwide and convert the so-called sexy cities of the world like Paris, Barcelona, and Venice. Consider the benefit of all that lovely consumer spending on the economies of France, Spain and Italy – Vancouver’s Lululemon really could save the world from global financial meltdown.

Really! You heard it here first. 😉