autobiographical

under my skein: a survival story

under my skein // movita beaucoup

July 1981 10:15 am: My mother parks our black Mercury Monarch on Main Street. I am nine years old and sitting up front alongside my mother. My seven-year-old sister and three-year-old brother are sitting in the back. Nova Scotia didn’t pass seatbelt laws until 1985, so we were free to bounce around like fleas on…

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an almost love story

an almost love story // movita beaucoup

The curtain rises in Toronto, during the late 1990‘s. It was a strange and wonderful time. Scientists were cloning sheep and plaid flannel was a socially accepted fashion norm. Microsoft was king, and Jennifer Aniston’s hair was its queen. Downtown Toronto was my home. Each fall, Toronto hosts The Toronto Film Festival (TIFF). If you’re…

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moth-erly instincts

moth-erly instincts // movita beaucoup

On April 26, 2012, I ate between 1 and 4.5 million moth eggs. I’m not sure how many I actually kept down, thus the broad range in estimated consumption. Immediately after consuming the moth eggs, I texted 2.0. The text read: I just ate moth larvae. I sent the text at 12:27 pm. I expected an immediate…

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smotherly love: a seasonal tale

smotherly love // movita beaucoup

Let me preface this anecdote by telling you that my mother, Rosie Beaucoup, adores 2.0. As in: worships at the altar of his awesomeness. So Rosie couldn’t be happier that 2.0 has come into my her life, but for a time she worshipped at another altar: the Altar of David Humphreys. Growing up, I had…

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sidewalk cat

sidewalk cat // movita beaucoup

Recently, my friend Bobbie shared this photo on Instagram: That’s one of her best friends, Sequins, waiting for his dinner in a high chair. Because that’s how Sequins rolls. It got me thinking about an incident that occurred over a decade ago when Bobbie came to visit me in… where I was living at the time. I’m…

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easy homemade chocolate sauce

easy homemade chocolate sauce | movita beaucoup

The girls run across the studio, screaming. Two of them jump up on window sills. For a moment, I am unsure of what is happening. I look for an axe wielding maniac and simultaneously suffer cardiac arrest. I turn to Mr. Kallio (my accompanist) behind the piano. He looks confused for a moment, throws his hands over his…

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cake decorating class { 4 }

cake decorating class // movita beaucoup

I arrived for my final cake decorating class after a day spent painting the main floor of my house. I could hardly move my arms and smelled like arse end of a skunk. We were supposed to bring a final project to work on during class. I had big plans to bring a cake — to…

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cake decorating class { 3 }

cake decorating class // movita beaucoup

The third of my cake decorating classes was far more successful than the first two. At the end of the previous class, we were given a long list to accompany the magazine-style syllabus that comes with the course. Class Instructor had carefully listed each of the icings we would need for our third class, and…

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cake decorating class { 2 }

cake decorating class // movita beaucoup

Truth be told, I wasn’t looking forward to my second cake decorating class. No, that’s not entirely true. I was looking forward to it, but the class fell on the last day of a course I was taking at work, and I was exhausted from dancing and shoving information into my brain. Various icings in different colours…

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cake decorating class { 1 }

cake decorating class // movita beaucoup

A few weeks ago, I signed up for a cake decorating class offered through a major craft store chain. Four two-hour classes to become a master of buttercream. When I registered for the class, I got a 50% discount. Then I was told I would need a special course kit. The kit cost about four million dollars…

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