Mon Petit Chou

As the weather starts turning and it's time to turn up the thermostat, many art enthusiasts like myself know that  Art Toronto  is just around the corner. I've been a 'regular' at the fair for years and have spent countless hours walking every square inch of the  Metro Toronto Convention Centre  in order to satisfy my visual appetite and to see what the  creme  de la creme of the art world has to offer. This year especially I was eagerly waiting for the program to arrive in my mailbox so that I could diligently study each page (in between feeds) and plan a quick weekend getaway from #momlife. The booklet arrived a few days after Emm was born. It sat on the kitchen table unopened for weeks, as if mocking me every time I walked past it carrying a load of (never ending) laundry, (dirty) diapers and/or (crying) baby. When I finally did get a minute to myself, I ripped open the envelope faster then I had opened my university acceptance letter and studied e...