¡La Vida Es Buena . . . Vivela!

A Colombiana and a Canadian take an inside look at how Latin women can make sexy look seamless in motherhood.

Micheline and Liana meet during their expatriate relocation to Buenos Aires, Argentina. As an everyday mom of a three- and five-year-old, Canadian Micheline is tired. She hasn't peed with the bathroom door closed in years and has no idea where her workout wear is. Personal time is a vague memory and she avoids mirrors at all costs.

Liana, a Colombiana and mother of a two- and a seven-old, bubbles up. She looks as fresh as a teenager whether she is going to the gym, playing with her girls or heading out for cocktails with her husband. Micheline discovers that Liana finds joy and humour in everything--from grocery shopping to waxing to hangovers. Yes, even hangovers...Through their friendship, they realize that Latin and non-Latin women look at the world with different perspectives on beauty, exercise and mothering.

Micheline decides she wants to take a drink from the Latin cup. After years of personal friendship, humour and outrageous stories, they decide to make it a project. The Beautiful Hangover is born.

¡Vamos chicas!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Happy Birthday Liana!

A couple of months ago Liana turned 35. It's an understatement to say there was a party.

The theme was red carpet . . . of course it was! Michael and I arrived dressed up and looking good on a cold winter night. We were greeted to lots of fancy dress, a red carpet and a huge gold Oscar statue! After a big hug we took photos with the very happy birthday girl who was dressed to the nines.

From the red carpet we worked our way into the back garden. Liana and Jules made a last minute dash to put up tents with heaters as it was a cold, wet night to be outside.The DJ was playing.  Espumante was flowing. People were having a good time.

My favourite part of the evening was watching her girls. They were all dressed up and flitting around the fiesta like two little fairies.  It was their job to hand out glow sticks to the guests.  Little Emma took her job seriously and would evaluate the guests as they walked by.  I could see her mentally saying, "no, no, no, yes . . . " and then she'd hand over a glow stick.  Thankfully I was one of the chosen ones and I wore my glow stick with pride.  So was Michael.    

There was a speech and lots of dancing, barefoot dancing which is the best kind.  I was in my bed by three but I know many others stayed until six.  What a night . . . I think more than one of us ended up cupping Oscar's irresistible bum (or using him for air guitar) before it was all over. He was tipsier than he looked. Oooops!

Happy Birthday girl!  I hope that 35 is great! ✿ Micheline