Brunette in a Blondie world.

Brunette in a Blondie world.

I hope the ladies can sympathize with me on this one. Regardless of who you are, there is a tremendous pressure on us females to always look our best. 

Got a date? Gotta paint your face. But not too much. Dudes like “natural beauty” from what I hear. 

Going out tonight? Got an event? Buy that expensive dress. Oh, also… you need those designer shoes that will eventually make your feet scream forcing you to carry them on your drunk stumble home.

Job interview? Let’s jam our thighs into that “only cute when I’m not bloated” pencil skirt and a pair of nylons that will eventually rip. You should also wear lipstick all day and try not to smudge it all over your face when you attempt to eat literally anything. 


I know that guys have some of the same stresses about appearances. I can’t even imagine what it’s like to deal with the pressures of toxic masculinity or feel like you are forgotten in the conversation surrounding body positivity. I feel you. I am here for you my dudes. 

But this one is for the ladies.  

On any average day, you will most likely find me wearing a night gown (what I like to call a moomoo) around the house. When I go out during the day, it’s most likely naked face, sweat pants, no bra and which ever shirt I picked up off my floor. But don’t get it twisted, I love getting dressed up and feeling fancy sometimes. When get dolled up, that’s my “me time”. To my friends and family’s demise, I like to set aside 2 hours to take my time, enjoy the process and get myself hyped up with some self love before I leave. I use fashion to express myself and I enjoy wearing some outlandish things, especially when I hit the stage, an industry event or night out with friends.

But being a girl who is proudly curvy, sometimes it’s hard to find clothes that satisfy my desire to peacock around in something flashy while accommodating my awkwardly proportioned body. 

After scouring Southern Alberta, I found my fashion haven. The one and the only… Blondie Boutique. 

I’ll admit, at first, I was very skeptical. The name kind of intimidated me. I’m not a blondie. Furthest thing from it. I tried blonde once… my hair felt like wheat and it just didn’t suite me. I also assumed that I wouldn’t find anything above a size 10 and that I would leave feeling like a dejected whale. I pictured the familiar scene in Mean when that sales lady says “sorry, we only carry sizes one, three and five. You could try Sears”… Was I ever wrong. 

The first time I shopped at Blondie Boutique, I was welcomed by the tremendously bubbly owner Megan Andre. You seriously can’t help but smile when she is around. She helped me pick out some amazing pieces and was damn well the best “hype-lady” I have ever met. I get so inspired by female entrepreneurs like Megan. She is kicking ass and taking names without apology. I am so proud to call her a friend.

Time after time I walk into Blondie thinking “I’m just going to look” and then my bank account hates me. But sh*t, it’s worth it. Quality pieces of super unique clothing that will have you looking amazing wherever you’re going. I have personally decked myself out with a huge Blondie haul for some important summer performances. Check out my latest shopping trip.

Big. Small. Short. Tall. I love them all. And I am a firm believer that every person should feel fabulous and comfortable in what they wear. Clothes should be a form of self expression. But I realize that when your body doesn’t fit the “norm”, you tend to feel ostracized. 

I have battled through shopping trips. I can’t even count the times that I have cried in change rooms. Don’t even get me started about shopping for jeans, shorts or bathing suits… 

I commend stores like Torrid for changing the perspective on “plus sized” clothes. The term shouldn’t even be used. Just make clothes. Clothes that fit everyBODY. American Eagle has now extended their sizing. I can finally buy a medium top and a size 14 pair of jeans. Thank the heavens. 

Blondie Boutique has something for everyone. Something to make you feel like a friggin queen. Something comfy. Something sparkly. Something stretchy. Now go do some “self care” and pick out something cute. 

THIS is what it's all about ♥️

THIS is what it's all about ♥️

Man. This made my entire year. ♥️

I’ve been unloading some gear sitting around the house. It was so important to me that it went to a good home. I went through the run around of people being wishy-washy with me, trying to lower my already low prices and just being plain annoying on online marketplaces. 

I was about to have a bit of a fit and give up. But then something happened that reminded me about what music is really about. 

I received a message from Rhonda inquiring about one of my very old guitars I was selling. She explained that she was purchasing it for her daughter as a surprise for her birthday. 

I automatically became a complete ball of mush and got incredibly nostalgic. 

“Can I bring my daughter to meet you as part of the surprise? And would you be willing to autograph the guitar for her?”

And that’s when my heart exploded. 

Sometimes it’s hard for me to put things in perspective. As an artist we are our own worst critics. Our successes seem to shrink in comparison to our failures. 

I had only been asked to sign a couple autographs in my life. Each time, I felt very strange and wondered why they would want one from someone like me. I’m just a girl from Okotoks who still lives in her parents basement. 

But then I remembered what it was like to be a young girl getting her first guitar. I held it like it was the most fragile and precious thing I had ever put my hands on. I remember meeting some of my heroes with stars in my eyes. They could bat an eyelash and I would still be completely enamoured. 

So about an hour after I got the message, there was a knock at my door and there was Rhonda and little Anaya. ♥️ This spitfire of a little lady was so excited and reminded me of myself when I was her age. 

I presented her with the well-loved guitar and she held it the same way I used to. She told me that she would sleep with her new guitar right beside her and if her brothers wanted to touch her birthday present, they would have to ask her twice. 

I realized that she was going to bring new life into this guitar that had sat around my house for years. It made me tear up a little. 

It’s easy to forget the magic of music when you do it for a living. But it is moments like this that make all the craziness of my job worth it. At the end of the day, it’s not about playing big stages, having a chart topping song or winning awards. It’s about keeping that fire alive in you. Dreaming that anything is possible. Loving the feeling you get when a song takes over your body. 

Anaya, I can’t wait to hear all the beautiful music you’re going to make. Thank you for reminding me what music is all about. I hope you had the worlds best birthday ♥️

Singing with the C of Red 🔥


Singing with the C of Red 🔥

I wasn’t that kid who grew up in the rink. I wasn’t even that kid who understood the rules of the game. 

But singing for my favourite team was something I dreamed of since I could remember.

I remember watching the Calgary Flames on TV with my dad on countless nights in the living room. Most of the time, I would be waiting until it was my turn with the remote control because I’d be itching to watch the latest episode of That’s So Raven. 

But you could be damn certain that my ears would perk up and my eyes would be glued to the screen when I would hear “Can you please rise, remove your hats and join in the singing of our national anthem”.

Never in a million years did I think that my dream of singing for the C of Red would come true.

My mom was friends with the woman who sang the national anthem for the Flames, Heather Liscano. Every year or so, I would send Heather a message and ask her if she knew how I could apply to for the job. She encouraged me to patiently wait until there was an open call for auditions. 


“I can sing in front of thousands of people and not break a sweat. But I can’t talk to a good looking guy to save my life.”

My original audition tapes that I worked on with my friend Joel Fraser.


This back and forth went on quite steadily for about 3 years until one day I was scrolling through Facebook and saw the ad. An open call to apply to be George Canyon’s fill in for when he is away on tour. 

The application process was quite simple. Submit a video and wait. 

I got the call from George himself when I was at work and I was so jacked up I almost left work without telling my boss. 

After a live audition and a few preseason game test runs, the Calgary Flames presented me with the highly coveted music note jersey with my name embroidered on the back. I damn near pissed myself. Finally. It happened. I get to sing in my favourite building for my favourite team. 

You’re going to think I’m insane, but I wasn’t nervous. The thought of 20,000 people in the Saddledome watching me and waiting to see if I f*ck up didn’t scare me. I tell people all the time, “I can sing in front of thousands of people and not break a sweat. But I can’t talk to a good looking guy to save my life”.

What made me anxious was that I really wanted to do the job justice. It’s important to me to get it right. I believe that when you sing a national anthem, the performance is not about you. You have to be very respectful. It’s about the song and the meaning behind it. I like to sing it clean with no embellishments and hopefully in a key that is easy for everyone to sing along to.  

Sometimes I psych myself out by watching anthem fails on Youtube. But I’ve seemed to hold it together and have managed to not forget the words or fall on the ice. THANK GOD. 

The staff at the Saddledome and the Calgary Flames have been so outstanding. I never imagined that they would be so supportive of my career. I’ve made some amazing friends. I remember the first time they played one of my original songs during the game, I cried my face off. It meant so much to me that they could be so thoughtful to play my music in front of all those people. It’s the little things. They really are the best. 

When I first got the job, I never thought that singing the national anthem would mean so much to me. But man… it truly is my favourite song. I’m really proud to be Canadian and humbled to be a representative of this country. And it’s even better that I get to be a part of the best hockey team in the NHL.

There’s no better feeling than walking out in front of all those people and singing along with everyone wearing red jerseys and hoisting dome foam in the air. I feel really lucky. 

I have just wrapped up my second season with the Calgary Flames. Although we got punched right in the nads in the first round of playoffs, I couldn’t be more proud of my team and my city. 

So the next time you’re at a game and I am singing, just know that we’re in this together. Stand tall. Sing it loud with me. Because Canada is the friggin best, eh.