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This is one of my favorite love songs.  Gearing up to Valentine's makes me think of love and my wedding.  This was the song that Ogo and I had our first dance to.  Many thanks to him for making it happen!  The lyrics are all I ever want him to know.  Enjoy!  That's the fresh perspective... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JREcKmXDeAs

"Turn Your Lights Down Low" (feat. Bob Marley)

Turn your lights down low And pull your window curtain Oh let the moon come shining in Into our life again Saying ooh, it's been a long, long time I got this message for you girl But it seems I was never on time Did I wanna get through to you girl? On time, on time I want to give you some love I want to give you some good, good loving Oh I, oh I, oh I Yeah I want to give you some good, good lovingTurn your lights down low Never ever try to resist, oh no Let your love come shining in Into our lives again And ooh, I love you And I want you to know right now Ooh I love you And I want you to know right now That I, that I I wanna give you some love I wanna give you some good, good loving Oh I, oh I, oh I I wanna give you some good, good lovingLoving you is a like a song I replay Every three minutes and thirty seconds of every day And every chorus was written for us to recite Every beautiful melody of devotion every night It's potion like this ocean that might carry me In a wave of emotion to ask you to marry me And every word, every second, and every third Expresses the happiness more clearly than ever heard And when I play them, every chord is a poem Telling the Lord how grateful I am cause I know him The harmonies possess a sensation similar to your caress If you asking then I'm telling you it's yes Stand in love, take my hand in love, God blessI want to give you some good, good loving I want to give you some love I want to give you some good, good loving Oh I, oh I, oh I I wanna give you some good, good loving

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I'm growing out my eyebrows.  I found this photo of me with a heavy bang.  A heavy bang is a great way to mask a hairy situation on your face. Depending how fast/slow your hair grows you may have a nice full look by the time you need a bang trim... I'm using these women with thick brows as my inspiration.  I know my brows won't look like any of these gals but it's still nice to wish for something right?

Pascale has also joined me in operation 'grow your brows' and cut some sassy bangs last week to distract through the process.  Unfortunately for me, Pascale will probably be able to have Brooke's (above) or Jennifer's (below) brows.  Her hairs are thick, coarse and close together with a great rich brown color.   My eyebrow hairs are fine, sparse and my color is definitely not dark or rich...

Growing out your brows can be fun if you plan it out a little more.  Stay tuned for my eyebrow updates...

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the fresh perspective...

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size But when I start to tell them, They think I'm telling lies. I say, It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of honey bees. I say, It's the fire in my eyes, And the flash of my teeth, The swing in my waist, And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Men themselves have wondered What they see in me. They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say, It's in the arch of my back, The sun of my smile, The ride of my breasts, The grace of my style. I'm a woman

Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed. I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say, It's in the click of my heels, The bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, The need of my care, 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That's me.

Maya Angelou

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Are you HM?

High maintenance.  What?!  It seems like being 'high maintenance' is a phrase used for people who are über picky, opinionated about things, and a bit demanding.  Is that so?  I wouldn't say that I am very picky, opinionated, or demanding, but I have been called high maintenance.

What's the deal? Because I know what wine I like to drink and I get my nails manicured weekly?  Because I like my eyebrows to look a particular way and I never wear animal print?  Because I have been known to say 'no' to certain activities and 'yes' to others?  Because I know what my tongue likes to taste and what lip shade looks best?  This is not bad, this is good.  I know myself and I know what I like.  I do not push my opinions on others and always try to be edifying where I can.

Being HM has received a bad reputation because some folks don't know how to be polite.  Some people make things that should be so easy, so hard.  They are cocky about where they've been and who they know.  They let you know how much they spent on their last facial or what boutique grocer knows them by name.  That's not being high maintenance, that's just being rude.  The way that people act can say a lot about who they actually are.  'HIgh maintenance' has a negative connotation that should be changed.

A few weeks ago some of us were having this conversation in the shop.  Why is someone high maintenance because they only want blonde?  PLATINUM blonde: without any brassiness.  Why is someone high maintenance because they bring their own polish to a manicure service?

Well, there should be a different term for the type of rude gals that annoy us all.  I'll gladly be called high maintenance if it means that I know what Praise likes.  That's the fresh perspective...

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WHO'S ON YOUR TEAM? Being that it is the New Year, we all take the time to reflect.  We reflect on our weight, we reflect on our love lives, we reflect on our families and friends.  Basically, now is when we attempt to give our lives a total over-haul.

All of this New Year's stuff got me to thinking about my friends, or more-so, the ladies in my life.  I am very fortunate (some may say I'm lucky) to come to work every day and spend time with the gals on my team.  It's no secret that I love sports because I think it mirrors so many parts and aspects of life.  Winning and/or losing.  Practices, coaches, and meetings... The success or failure of teams strictly rely on the players, or the group that the team consists of.

Chloe Hodgson, Andrée Lavergne, Pascale Forest-Axford, Renée Girard, Amy Zacharias, Rochelle Senior and Christie Peters (in no particular order) play on my team and I think we have the best starting line-up.  I'm of course biased, but if any of you got to spend time with any of these women you would be changed.  They all have an easy ability to be themselves and appreciate it.  They all have a sense of what it means to be a part of something. They all know the meaning of love.  They all have been to work with little to no make-up on...

Without even knowing it, they make me want to be better.  Without even knowing it, they make me believe that I am already a part of something.  Without even knowing it, they have softened my heart.  They know now.

Who's on your team?  Do the people that surround you daily, have a way of making you see that there is beauty around, always?  Do the people you hold close have a way of making you stand up? Tall?  Do the people you love know that you love them...?

While you're evaluating how many pounds to lose, or how you can be more efficient, ask yourself...  That's the fresh perspective...

Team Freshair, you are loved.

-p

P.S. Rochelle is our newest member and has no images yet...soon enough though...

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Happy New Year!

I hope you all had a great week, and spent the eve of the beginning of the year doing something that you enjoy with people you enjoy.  Here we go again, and let's make it a good one!

My New Year's resolution

I will not throw the cat out the window Or put a frog in my sister's bed I will not tie my brother's shoelaces together Nor jump from the roof of Dad's shed I shall remember my aunt's next birthday And tidy my room once a week I'll not moan at Mum's cooking (Ugh! fish fingers again!) Nor give her any more of my cheek. I will not pick my nose if I can help it I shall fold up my clothes, comb my hair, I will say please and thank you (even when I don't mean it) And never spit or shout or even swear. I shall write each day in my diary Try my hardest to be helpful at school I shall help old ladies cross roads (even if they don't want to) And when others are rude I'll stay cool. I'll go to bed with the owls and be up with the larks And close every door behind me I shall squeeze from the bottom of every toothpaste tube And stay where trouble can't find me. I shall start again, turn over a new leaf, leave my bad old ways forever shall I start them this year, or next year shall I sometime, or .....?

Robert Fisher

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