If I win I'll make you Secretary of State...

I have my limits.

I'm not quite shameless enough to post another heart-wrenching photo of Graham in the hopes that it will compel you to cast your vote for Don Mills Diva in the final round of the Canadian Blog Awards.

So I've skipped the photo in favor of a simple plea.

It seems this site is among the top five in contention for Best Family Blog in the Canadian Blog Awards and I'd very much appreciate your support in the final round. You can vote by clicking here:

http://cdnba.wordpress.com/vote-2008/best-family-blog/

Click on the circle beside Don Mills Diva and hit the vote button at the bottom.

Thanks a lot!

Won't you please vote for my mommy?

Look at that face.


Can you believe how shameless I am, exploiting it just to try and get people to vote for me in the Canadian Blog Awards?

I know, me neither!

Anyhoo, did I mention that Don Mills Diva has been nominated for a Canadian Blog Award for Best Family Blog?

It's true and I'm extremely thrilled and immensely flattered and would be ever so grateful if you would see fit to cast your vote for my humble site.

Just click here:

http://cdnba.wordpress.com/vote-2008/best-family-blog/

Scroll down until you see Don Mills Diva, click on the circle beside it and hit the Vote button at the bottom of the page.

All joking aside, I have been humbled by the support and the community I have found in the blogosphere and this nomination is truly the icing on the cake - thank you all for reading.

Put me in Coach

Despite what you may have read about my money-grubbing ways, I'm really not an overly materialistic person.

I have always been attracted to unique and interesting clothing and things, the likes of which I've often found in thrift shops and bargain bins and out-the-way stores where unearthing a hidden gem is akin to stumbling across long-buried treasure.

But over the last several months there is something I have been coveting: something very beautiful and very expensive.

Despite myself, I fell inexplicably in love with a purse and though for months I rejected its siren call on the basis of cost and practicality, the wonderful staff at the job I just left reached deep into their hearts and pocketbooks to make it possible for me to satiate my yearning.

Now I don't want you to think I've lost that kinda vintage-y thing I have going for me and that I've rejected my lovely old purse.

I haven't: it's cool and funky and it has sentimental value.

But the new one?

Be still my beating heart.