Monday, May 2, 2016

Matching Souls

- Oh you silly one! (chou mam7oune)
- Why? (I asked)
Mom looked at me, and could not believe her eyes I had actually raided her style and wore the same zebra-striped pants (we both have) with a similar blue T-shirt.

Earlier today, I went to a talk about wellness and health at the WHC (Wellness Health Clinics) in the Eye & Ear hospital in Naccache. Personally, I really think that the concept of wellness is all about good vibes.
It's not just about doing what you want to do and not compromising... It is sometimes doing things for others. I believe that this can feel good too! Putting a smile on someone's face is gold.
Yet, it is also choosing the right person you're doing it for, the people who have your back.
I've come across a lot of deceptions in my life, (so always keep yourself in the equation).
Before anyone else, you deserve your own attention, your own affection, so foster your own well-being!
Spend some time with yourself, and with those who make you happy.
Today, I spent quality time with mom, who was also wearing the same pants, follow me on Snapchat @prettycap for all my adventures!
We went on a shopping marathon, and then indulged in a dessert at Gilt before going to Go Personal, and then went to Junkyard's launching of Beer Garden for a relaxed night out!
They told us...
- What's up with you two?
- What's the story behind those zebra pants?
My mom and I crossed the whole city in a day like matching souls.

I was wearing Zara blue Tshirt, Giambattista Valli x 7 For All Mankind zebra striped jeans, Proenza Schouler bag & finally (both new collection & still in store) Iro Paris Blazer & Alexander Wang peep-toe boots.

My Mom wore the pants with a Sandro Tshirt, Celine blue suede bag and Fendi pointed heels.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Throwback to a Chilled-Out Sunday


Okay well, that wasn't Palm Sunday. It was the Sunday prior Palm Sunday. My small cousins were not around and my mom pulled out a line like "no more kids around khalaas". What she exactly implied was: let's stay in pajamas all day, I don't want to bother myself. And that's exactly what we did, apparently big kids don't do candles on Palm Sunday. 

So I had a stroll on Mar Mikhael street, (realized my sister and I were wearing the same T-shirt in the elevator), lunched with my parents at Memory Lane, had some Ice Cream in the middle of a sunny Winter, met up with a friend, watched a movie, had some caramel popcorn after the movie etc.

You can have one of the best Avocado paste not-too-salty guacamole at Memory Lane. But I was really deceived by their vegetable lasagna, I didn't feel much of the pasta layers and it was not creamy, tasty enough.

On that day, I was wearing tshirt from Zadig & Voltaire, distressed blue denim pants from Zara, socks from Topshop, Iro jacket, cracked leather Stan Smith Adidas sneakers, and Proenza Schouler bag.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

Girl Power

Unlike many, I like to believe that it is a blessing to be a woman in a Man's world. And I see it in myriad ways. I've had this coming from men a couple of times, saying "you girls, it's so easy for you".

In my opinion, Women Empowerment is not a hard defying-gravity kind of challenge, sometimes it is also more of an opportunity... to do more, release women to ditch the gender role and pursue their dreams. Actually, it is a simple recipe; all it takes is collaboration and a leading mindset: a proactive stance, self-confidence, belief in one's own abilities, and a desire to fulfill one's dreams.

I have read enough books such as Mad Women: The Other Side of Life on Madison Avenue in the '60s and Beyond, by Jane Maas and GirlBoss by Sophia Amoruso, and lived over two decades to know that.

In her book, Jane describes the steps of the first working woman in New York as she lived it, along with her female colleagues relationships with men, her family life with her husband, and her advancement in the business world as well as that of the women she encountered during her career.
And I can swear by Sophia's own words:  Don't ever grow up. Don't become a bore. Don't ever let the Man get to you.

Women, daughters of Eve, carry a tremendous charm. Why settle when you can be like a butterfly, pretty to see and hard to catch.

For this outfit, I was wearing Zara Culotte pants, Brandy Melville statement Tshirt, Sandro beige leather jacket, and Repetto Camilla black patent flats, and Proenza Schouler small leather bag.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Valentine Pampering at Aqua Spa Beirut

Nothing beats a pampering break for Valentine at Aqua Spa in Verdun Tallet Al Khayat, Beirut.
I felt that I have come to life again after the best pedicure treatment I ever had for my ingrown nail big toe, followed by a top-notch relaxing Volcanic stone massage. I knew the expression to relax from head to toe, but I must say confirm and add that it really starts with your feet and toes. Meanwhile, I couldn’t get a grasp of the delicious sweet cupcakes beside me, my hands were taken as a hostage for a spa manicure treatment with O.P.I oil treatment and full-hand masks. It’s a shame that I don’t really live around Verdun to visit as often, but if you do, I recommend you only go there.
I am just on point for Valentine and the boys. Enjoy your night my dear :)

Check Aqua Spa Facebook page for more info, Here

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

My Mochi Adventure

When the boys of the house were out of town to ski in the Alps, it was Friday girls night. I invited both my mom and my sister at the restaurant . It's been a little while since I was craving green tea mochi, so I brought the girls to Mitsu-Ya, one of my favorite Sushi restaurants in Beirut. Besides the fact that the restaurant manager was super unpleasant(said politely, we really thought she needed a different job) and the poor pregnant cat who would sneak in the restaurant from the cold, I was looking forward to the green tea mochi for dessert. It turned out that Mitsu-ya had changed their menu 2 weeks ago and they had omitted the green tea delight to only keep an all-vanilla flavored Mochi. That meant no more green tea mochi in the country. Fine, I had vanilla. Still, the girls were in heaven. How possible is it to make homemade mochi? I had no idea that the ingredients were as obvious as rice flour, water, and ice-cream, almost. I went all obssessed over googling mochi recipes, the girls thought I was dreaming. We could not resist a second order of Mochi, and it's then that I showed the girls the irregular shape of the mochi they had! It was homemade! It was shaped in a muffin mould! It was not round-shaped commercial-like, sadly, I took no snapchat of the mochi to show you (too cliche). I just took a snap of the Banana black-sesame smoothie (that we did not like at all); Mitsu-Ya has to go back to their old menu for dessert.

I was really eager to go to the supermarket that night, but I had to wait until the next day in the afternoon. I made my shopping and got powdered juices in different flavors. I thought I could add a flavor using the macha-powder (green tea mochi) recipe technique.

I decided to follow this recipe, and ditch the steaming for microwave power.

Saturday: I made berry flavored mochi with vanilla or chocolate ice cream. I used too much berry powder, about 3 tbsp or more for 1 cup of rice flour. I guess next time it will be no more than 1 tbsp. I asked mom to join the fun, but she was hold captive in a sinking couch in front of the TV. When she finally came to the kitchen, she unconvincingly made me microwave the rice doough in the microwave again. She had not read the recipe ever, but you cannot argue the fact that "I am your mother" when you've got your passion for cooking from her. The dough may have been more manageable at the end, but it was too firm, and the mochi cover is supposed to feel light en bouche. I took advice from the recipe website to powder the cooked dough with cornstarch, but I thought it tasted and smelled awful. So I used powdered sugar, but it melt on the dough. I ended up working the rolling pin on the dough with more rice flour. Another bummer, the ice cream would melt really fast and it was a pain to assemble it with the rice dough when time passed. I tried the ravioli technique, it was cool but it wasted too much dough: one cut piece on top of the ice-cream and one at the bottom, instead of hugging  the ice-cream with one cut piece.

Sunday: No green tea matcha powder around, I decided to make green tea mochi by infusing the water with chinese green tea leaves I had at home.  The mochi cover taste was delicious and subtil, yet it can afford to hold a stronger taste. I am so buying green tea matcha powder from NYC in summer.
That time, I mistakenly used another recipe, with sugar twice the amount of rice flour. My recipe was a flop so I started all over again.
Finally, here's the ingredients proportion that works perfectly for the rice dough: (Same amount of rice flour and water) + (1/3 of the amount of water for sugar).  If you are using powdered flavors, you can reduce the amount of sugar as well.
This time, I cut out the round pieces of dough for the ice cream all ahead of time. Assembling was less complicated, but I am more convinced now to use the ravioli technique for a clean finish. Next time, I will look for an ice cream alternative that can hold more consistently without melting into water (more butter?). I will also think of wrapping the mochi with a plastic wrap before freezing.

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

Free Like the Wind

Spare me the wise words this time...
I am like the wind
I am like the wind
Temperamental and helpful
I am like the wind
nothing can stop me

Like the wind, she embraces life
Like the wind, she’s free

Free to love,
Free to suffer,
Free to heal,
Free to cover
All of the pain,
And free to pretend,
Nothing has changed
Free to laugh,
Free to cry,
Free to accept,
And, free to shine

Free like the wind, slipping through your fingers
She’s like the wind
And she will always be free!
Outfit: Balmain x H&M dress, Stuart Weitzman over-the-knee heels, Chanel bag "nouveaute cuir d'agneau metallise" and earrings, Sunglasses I bought for "abou 3echrin yuro" 20 euros at La Frapperie, Citadium in Paris.