Do You Really Need It?🍫Cut Back💵& Substitute!🍇….

As I sit here at 1:00am I have a mug of grapes that I’m snacking on, to hold my hunger for the night. I love grapes and they are my go-to after midnight. Grapes are very friendly to my wallet, and give me a pure dose of water that I need. If you have a sweet tooth, try to make grapes a steady part of your snacking habits.
In my last sweet tooth blog, I shared that I can keep a box of chocolates lasting for weeks. Now I can honestly say, that I can keep a pack of chocolates for a month plus! My new habits have helped me save money for more important needs. I enjoy writing and sharing these blogs. They are definitely on the lighter side of my thoughts, which have been on a very serious tip lately.As of last month, I decided to attempt to cut back even MORE on my weekly chocolate intake. I’ve had to resort to eating  semi-sweet chocolate chips, to help ween myself off of the NEED for chocolate. It’s actually been working! About 10-15 chips satisfy that craving, and if I feel I need more, I sprinkle out a few more.Although it tastes bittersweet, it still satisfies my craving, and one bag of semisweet chocolate chips can last a month. I talk about chocolate the most in my “Do You Really Need It” blogs, because it is my absolute favourite sweet. I think I could go without any other form of  candy for the rest of my life, except for chocolate…
I have more to say on this sweet topic, see you in my next post.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.
Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely
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Getting By😟VS Enjoying Life😊🎉…..

On a warmer night, I stopped to take a picture of this lovely, cozy, outside restaurant seating. This is the first evening, I have seen these seats empty. The beautiful lamp caught my eye, and it warmed my heart. This was before the “revised rules” were implemented, and folks chose to sit outside. As summer ended, it was nice to see folks enjoying the warmer weather, that was surely on it’s way out.

Spending my money weekly, eating out, having my dinner cooked by a stranger, but with a beautiful ambience, is not worth the money, to me. I consider it more of a treat, not an everyday thing, but I see it’s the norm for a lot of folks around here. Granted, this is an area popular for it’s restaurants.
I’d rather prepare my own food and create a beautiful ambience at home. All you really need is nice lighting and candles, to create that cozy mood. The temperature is slowly dropping, and It’s easy to pull off, and you decide what works for your budget.

I have learned a very valuable life lesson observing this neighborhood since the shutdown. Although a cloudy question mark looms over all of us, folks seem genuinely content. The majority of the population didn’t seem unhappy while adjusting to the changes. For the most part, folks were extremely polite in the stores and in the mile long social distanced-spaced lines.

After the first restrictions were lifted in the summer, folks looked very happy to finally be free to enjoy the sunshine and spend their money in the neighborhood.
The neighborhood felt energetic, and full of enjoyment.
It almost felt as though the virus didn’t exist, minus the masks, and gaps between us.

I noticed the difference in the sense of priorities, compared to mine. I was very happy that I survived, and got by to make it to the summer. I was simply happy to have some food stocked up, to have my basic needs met and to be able to be there for my family/friends.

I did not feel that much different than I did in March, except a little more blessed. Getting by was enough for me to feel happy and enjoy what I have. I have more to say on this topic but I’ll continue in my next post.
Have a safe and productive day:)

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely


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My Social Conscience & 🏪💅🏽😷 Businesses Holding On💵….

I finally treated myself to a manicure and pedicure, and I actually felt guilty for it. I figured, “they” are probably going to completely shut down ALL nail salons VERY soon, so I might as well go ahead and get one. I haven’t treated myself to this type of pampering for a year, and once covid hit, it wasn’t on the top of my list of priorities. I was trying to preserve my money, and prioritize. I practically had just arrived to this area to stay, still settling and budgeting. I’ve always been a do-it-yourself type of gal, and I take care of my feet, but there’s nothing like a professional mani and pedi. It’s one of the little, and only luxuries that I give myself.

I had never visited this nail salon before, and the employees could not see my face, and I could not see theirs. I like to properly introduce myself when I enter a new business, it’s only proper etiquette. I also want the employees to get to know me, a little at least, so we are familiar with one another. It was super weird having us all completely masked up and anonymous.

I was very uneasy as the esthetician worked on my feet, seeing her wearing that heavy plastic face shield, and a mask underneath. It looked like waaay too much, plus the plastic barrier between us, seemed unneeded and unnecessary. While I was masked up, and trying to relax and enjoy the chair massage, it was hard to breathe. I told myself to relax, so I wasn’t tense, but my thoughts were running everywhere. It is not healthy or normal to breathe in the air you exhale for hours and hours at a time. We all know this, however collectively we are not questioning it.

I have been fortunate so far because I work from home, so I’m not masked up outside for eight hour shifts. While the esthethitian looked geared up as though she’s about to exterminate termites, it made me feel claustrophobic. I didn’t feel good about that. I did not see her pull down her mask not ONCE while doing my pedicure or manicure. I found that crazy, and very unsafe. I actually felt awkward pulling up my medical mask to take a few gulps of water, and that was the only time my mask came off my face.

As she finished up my manicure, I thanked her again, as I did a few times during her work. Although I am paying for a service, I appreciate when I am given Great service, plus a positive attitude. I gave her a very good tip, while thinking, this may be the last week this business is open.

Money can not make up for the energy and effort it takes to maintain Covid-19 regulations, on top providing next to perfect service. I feel empathy on a different level for these service providers, the threat of closing looms over their heads as winter approaches.
I am not of the “mid-town” lifestyle, although I grew up at one point in this area. For some, their family owned business is ALL they know, and they have lived here for generations.

I feel as though I am a silent spectator in all of this, but I am learning one of the most important lessons of my life. My conscience bothers me the most, because I know overnight poverty and struggle is not the norm for the demographic around here. I can pretty much adjust to most difficult situations. The life that the cards the Lord has dealt me, has helped me be able to do that.

Watching slowly as businesses hold on for dear life, businesses that have been the fabric of the city, landmarks of this part of the city, truly bothers me.
I trust my gut, my spirit, and I know none of this adds up. It just doesn’t, and I have only scratched the surface.

My mani/ pedi turned out lovely, by the way. I do not know the next time I will be able to get one, so for that I am truly Thankful.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely



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Just Some Thoughts🤔:🎃The Second 😷🛒Wave…..

Last night at the grocery store the shelves were well-stocked with Halloween candy, yet all bleach products were sold out. Then it hit me, Oh yeah! It’s the second wave!! We’re officially in the second wave phase. Folks are doubly stocking up on basic essentials, and I don’t blame them!
The specific product that I was looking for was not in stock, and nothing similar was either. I felt slightly frustrated, seeing rows and rows of aisles filled with candy, but no product similar to what I needed.
The extra large red boxes, the candy bar multi-packs, those boxes I used to love seeing, really annoyed me!
The second wave of shopping confusion begins and I have been slowly stocking up throughout the months.
Unfortunately, there’s no way to fully prepare. There are new updates on where the rules and restrictions are headed everyday.


That same aura of confusion I felt in March, has been re-released in the air. Price gouging and ridiculous mark ups in stores, A regular bottle of 70 percent rubbing alcohol for $7.99. My bottle from early March, is just about to run out. It’s one of the only products I didn’t stock up on over the months. It’s no big deal though. I am mentally prepared for the cold season chaos. The mainstream news is definitely dropping hints to prepare, for the next phase of rules and restrictions. I saw that coming.

I recently watched an anti-mask protest on YouTube in downtown Toronto that I knew nothing about. Folks of a wide age range, racial backgrounds, and social classes, from around the city stood together. It blew me away to see a united front on this topic from such a diverse group. We are very, very diverse here in Toronto, but this protest was different.
I heard folks describe their common fears of what’s to come, RE government control, and the folks who stood on the other side of the street were not pleased. They feel as though this behavior is incredibly dangerous and irresponsible. I understand both sides standing their ground.


In the meantime, I continue to support my local shops and I appreciate all of their efforts. They have been brave and strong while dealing with their patrons, risking their health in small spaces. They have changed their hours a few times, abiding by government rules. They have been consistent with their quality and friendly service, maintaining honest communication with their customers. The photo I included is off some produce that I purchased the other day from my favourite local fruit market. The cost was only $6.00 in total! That is amazing for the amount and quality. It is just as good as the local franchise grocery stores, maybe even better.

Please keep in mind that many local retail shops, fruit markets, convenience stores, bodega’s have managed to maintain and serve us. They have managed to keep those products coming from across the border and over seas. Many of these stores are in danger of closing for good, because of major retail chains making private deals, and being granted special privileges. For example, “regular” business hours are okay for them, but not for the so-called “little guys”.
I will definitely dive deeper into this topic in another blog.


I must admit that I have not been sleeping properly on schedule the way that I should be. I feel off balance, and
that’s my fault. Anticipating what’s to come has been getting to me. I’ve allowed it to affect my sleep, so
I’ll be settling in earlier tonight and going to sleep. Have a good night:)


Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.


Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely

Just Some Thoughts 🤔:What About The Children?🚸😷🧒

Back in March “they” said that children were low risk when it came to the virus. Out in public places, you would rarely see children, especially little ones under five, wearing a mask. I was relieved to see the children free to breathe fresh air. I was relieved to see children riding their bikes, skateboarding, rollerblading and running around free. I was happy that the children were able to enjoy the summer weather, without the added stress of a mask.

I’m up again, when I should be sleeping, my sleeping patterns have been off beat lately. My mind is not at peace, although I’m doing alright. So I write, watch videos, or scroll through the news articles suggested by my notifications. I just saw an article come up about public schools in Ottawa already having “dozens” of Covid cases. It stated that parents are disappointed. I think dsince heisappointed is an understatement. On top of this, there is much confusion and I wonder, how much can a child can learn in this case? It’s hard enough adjusting to school in the fall season, but now their saying schools may potentially be closed again. I just watched another mainstream news clip that stated at the end, “The worst is yet to come”…..OKAY.

A popular independent journalist youtuber shared her son’s experience about school. She said that she had to ask him, since he was not saying anything about school.
She shared that she could feel his stress, and he was trying to cope without complaining.
It sounded like a horror movie, to hear a pre-teens account of the first day back to school. Water fountains completely TURNED OFF, water bottles not allowed in classrooms, not being allowed to “turn around” after walking in one direction, getting scolded for simply abruptly switching directions??? It sounds absolutely absurd, it sounds insane! If we adults do not follow the basic rules and regulations, then why the hell do we expect children to follow? I know, I know, We don’t make the rules, but there are some rules that are very unrealistic and potentially damaging to these children.

The rules are not the same across all school boards in North America. I’ve been trying to keep up with real parents, and some news outlets, and independent journalists to stay in the know. There is so much conflicting information, including from the government. As I’ve said before, there are TOO many mixed messages, WAY too many.

Many people have said, that there will always be times like these, and children survived these times in the past.
Of course that is true. I respect and admire the elderly coping well, walking around masked up and following the new rules to a T.

I understand that we don’t make the rules, but collectively if we ask questions, there’s nothing to lose.
Many folks of all walks of life, ethnic backgrounds, social classes and ages are calling this a “plandemic”.
Something just ain’t adding up, and yes, I know the virus is REAL.

Have safe and productive day. Talk to you soon.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely


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Just Some Thoughts 🤔:One of Those Sundays☔🍂💯😔….

It’s one of those Sundays where I vow to start the day as early as possible, vow to get a proper eight hours sleep, but for some reason the day doesn’t pan out that way.

I heard the rain tapping on the metal outside, sounding like a rhythm. I love the sound of rain, but this morning it doesn’t sound the same, it sounds like an interruption. It sounds as though a storms a brewing, and now the power is out. This is the second time this has happened this week, and I know I didn’t blow a fuse. Thankfully I have my flashlight by my side, and another trusty Led light gadget that I purchased yesterday from the dollarstore. I knew it’d come in handy soon, it’s that time of year. Sporadic rain, and thunderstorms. Cool, damp, crisp air.

I burn a large scented candle and lay back down in a fetal position on the comfy couch. I try to make myself comfortable, as I pull my favourite tan throw over me. I remember our friend that has passed, and it’s only been a few days. I think of how positive his energy was, what a bright light he was, and how young he was. I think of how his parents must feel, his family at home, who expected him to come home. I think about how dreary this day feels, and I planned on doing more with it. The weather outside depicts exactly how I am feeling, it could let up at any time, it will definitely change. I am frustrated that I’m going to have to change the plan I thought would work today.

It’s too dark to try and do too much, my sources of light are minimal, but good enough to get me through until the power comes back. My laptop battery is dying slowly, as is my cell phone, and my media pad. I lay patiently trying not to think negative or sad thoughts. I guess I’ll wait till everything is back up and running.

There’s only so much that I can do in the dark. I think, at least I am alive to face this day, it could be worse.
The power came back on as I positioned my flashlight,
The rain stopped as well. I felt a sense of relief.

It’s time to get on with my Sunday. The day ended up going okay.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,


~Dawn Lovely

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Just Some Thoughts 🤔 :🍂Autumn’s Coming📝💔💯…..

Summer is officially over and that kiss of autumn crispness is in the air. So the heat is finally on, and I almost forgot to open the vents, I was walking around  feeling chilly, and forgot that I had that option. Summer disappeared over night as quick as showed up over night. The summer sun was blasting upon us yesterday, but I could feel autumn coming. My absolute favourite season, and time of year. Too warm for a light weight coat, but not warm enough to go on the road without one. So just to be safe, I carry one in my carry bag.

On the streets, folks hold on to what’s left of summer, still wearing shorts and sandals, but we all know summer is over. After three solid months of it, it’s time to say goodbye. We do this every year, but the sorrow that 2020 has bestowed upon us, has us holding on for dear life.

Yesterday my bestie cousin messaged me about another young man, a friend of ours who’s  life has ended due to a traffic accident. He was one of those people who had a very bright light inside, that you could see in his eyes.
He was excited about life and was always doing something interesting with his time. His energy always reminded me of a celebrity, I always considered him a celebrity in his own right. He left a positive impression on everyone he met, and nobody had a bad word to say about him. He was riding his motorcycle ironically, when he got into the accident, which he loved to do.

My cousin chose not to share the news with me until a few days after she found out.
She was worried that it may be too hard for me to handle, she apologized for having to give me, “more bad news”.

It’s that time of year though, after momma’s passing anniversary, when I prepare for the shift the universe will bring. The season is changing back to cold, the leaves turning colour, look so lovely to me.

That’s all that I can say for now, I’m operating off just a little sleep. I’ll continue in another post, have a productive day.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,

~Dawn Lovely
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August 30th❤️🌹RIP Mom: All That I Can Say…..

I didn’t post on that day, I didn’t go through the boxes of photos I haven’t looked at in years, I didn’t text or call anyone. I didn’t expect a call or text from anyone, and I didn’t receive one. We all know what day it was. I usually would feel compelled to text my father and say something, but nah, what’s the point. Everytime I took to my media pad to write, I drew a blank. I didn’t know where to start. I was worried that I may repeat myself and say what I have already said in previous posts.

I didn’t feel sad, just uneasy, slightly frustrated and disappointed. It felt “off” to me that I was calm, yet tortured by my thoughts at the same time. After all these years, WE are still not able to collectively acknowledge that day. The reason why, is what I still have not been able to shake, it bothers me, especially on that day. The reason “we” don’t speak of her collectively on that day, is because of the negativity, the awful behavior, and the messy aftermath that ensued years ago. I am absolutely embarrassed that the closure I feel I have reached, is haunted. I still feel as though, her legacy has been sullied, because of others guilty conscience. She still does not have a burial site, a place where her mother, siblings and friends can go to pay their respects. We still can not come together and celebrate her and all the good that she selflessly brought to our lives.

A few weeks ago, I had a very random short dream about her, and she spoke to me. I woke up feeling surprised at what I dreamt, yet assure. I hadn’t had a dream of her in a long time. The dream was a little weird, but not for a dream. I usually would not feel comfortable or open to share a dream like this, but I now I want to. It confirmed and validated my feelings about that day. The day had not come yet, but I was given a message, a message directly from her. In my dream we were sitting on the ground, facing one another, with our legs stretched out in front of us, and the soles of our feet pressed together. She then proceeded to ask me to change her socks, and I did so. It was a funny request, but she rarely asks for anything, and I didn’t mind of course, she’s Mom. I woke up thinking, Wow, I actually saw her, and she SPOKE to me! I felt assure, but wanted to confirm what the symbol meant, the “socks”.
I looked it up, and the socks meant what my instincts told me they meant, “comfort”.

Her message made me feel confident, and relieved, and know why she asked me to do that. I shared me dream with a few people who are close to me, and they understood the significance. So, as the anniversary of her passing fast approached, the dream lingered in my subconscious. On that day, I knew what we all should be doing, but it’s going to take more than my words to do it.
I am so tired and emotionally depleted from trying to explain, why it’s so important that by any means necessary we do what should have been done ages ago.

On that day, August 30th, I was quiet as a mouse and incognito as usual. I felt silly and foolish, yet again, feeling absolutely alone and stranded with my desire to break the spell after almost a decade.

I thought to myself before posting a short dedication on my instagram, what type of child would I be, if this didn’t bother me??? For she was my mother, the only one I’ll ever have.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,


~Dawn Lovely

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Just Some Thoughts🤔: 🥄The Cup-Of-Soup, It’s Bigger Than Soup🍲🍵…..

I can’t help but notice the significant changes in the portions and amount of food in packages since the pandemic started.

I opened up my lipton cup – a – soup pack, poured it into my mug, and was unpleasantly surprised to see a lot less product. It looked sparse in the bottom of my mug. Considering most of the contents is powdered stock with a sprinkle of noodles anyways, I was very annoyed!
This is one of the only boxed food products that I purchase, but I really like it. I’m not sponsored by the company, nor am I trying to promote them, but I really like this non- perishable product in my pantry. It’s affordable fast, convenient, and very easy to make. It’s a nice hot snack, and it helps to hold my hunger, especially when I intermittently fast.
You can add anything you like to make it eat like a meal and it will taste great. I’m actually drinking a mug right now, with lots of walnuts added. The bitterness of the walnuts is masked by flavour. I usually add lemon, hot sauce spinach, fresh garlic, and onion, to boost my immune system.

This is bigger than soup though, and out of all the many, many problems that bombard us everyday we still have to pay attention to the significant yet subtle changes.
I searched online to and found this article called, “Shrinkflationhttps://theconversation.com/shrinkflation-when-less-is-not-more-at-the-grocery-store-97240 (Click the link if you’d like to read it)

I will continue in another post.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,
~Dawn Lovely

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Just Some Thoughts 🤔: This Semi-Quarantine💭💔⚡❤️🌍🙏🏼….

The new semi-quarantine has brought up feelings in me that I don’t want to acknowledge, but I must. There are times where I feel that I can fix all of the worlds problems, while simultaneously healing my myself. There are times where I feel that I have the power of a super hero, and super powers, that I can touch my wounds and they will heal on the spot. I feel I have the power and strength within, to never to quit until I’m where I need to be. I feel I can do it all on my own if need be. Then, I have days where I feel that nothing I do is enough. No matter how much I try, all of my efforts will never amount to the outcome that I’ve been working towards.

As we all continue on in these intense times, I can relate to everybody all around me. From the successful business owners who have been shut down permanently, to the single parents trying to balance their budget, to the “upper-middle” class folks eating fancy dinners on the sidewalk everyday. We all crave normalcy, in any way we possibly can. Eating out every night is normal to some, and getting a chance to eat out once a month is normal to others. Some folks have it financially harder than others, while others can not cope emotionally while their fridge is full.

I sit back quietly, trying not to take anything too personal, trying not to take anything on. I feel terrible every single time I walk past a homeless person on the street. I have always given money, even when I was down to my last dollar, but lately I have not, because I can’t. I was raised to “Always give to those who are less fortunate than you” words ingrained in me by my father.

It’s an inner “empath” battle, it does not stop. I am happy however, that I still feel, and have not been numbed or desensitized. I love that about me the most.

Take Care, Stay safe, and Stay tuned.

Love and Respect,
~Dawn Lovely

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