Finding your footing On making a new city feel like home
When I first moved to Hamilton in the fall of 2014, I’d visited the city once before, for a tour of McMaster. It was a bony, grey day in November, and most of what I remember is a confusing maze of campus parking and one-way streets. The trip culminated in an accidental voyage up the mountain, and although I didn’t know it at the time, it was my first bird’s eye view of the city I would come to love almost as much as the city where I...
Wynne-ing over Hamilton Local designer uses her craft to create beautiful and comfortable pieces of lingerie
The story of the Hamilton start-up business is familiar at this point; an innovative, usually young person finds a gap in current available technology, urban planning or philanthropy, fills the void and makes a name for themselves in the city. Rosalie Loney’s trajectory is different. She moved from the Guelph area to Hamilton with her husband and then three-year-old daughter about two years ago. Loney had a background in theatre and...
Just savour it Let the little things take centre stage
To those of you in the latter half of your undergraduate degree, what do you remember about the end of high school? I can tell you that I don’t remember much of Grade 12. I think I enjoyed myself a little bit, but I was also the head of three clubs, applying to university and grappling with the idea of moving away from home. I wish I could say I have a fountain of memories of lazy spring evenings or poorly-planned adventures, but most...
Baring it After a long period of discomfort, I’ve finally realized the sexiest items in my closet are those that make me feel like myself
If you asked 14-year-old me what my worst nightmare was, bra shopping was at the top of the list. As I fumbled with various straps and clasps in a seemingly endless tangle through adolescence, my discomfort with the under-shirt, over-skin layer grew. And when I moved out of training bra territory and into more “grown up” styles and designs, I was faced with not only discomfort, but a degree of alienation from the sexually-charged...
A place to keep in mind Making Hamilton home with the help of James Street North’s famous bar
The summer after my first year at McMaster, I didn’t get to spend much time in Hamilton. I caught glimpses here and there — a walk downtown one evening or a dinner in Dundas — but I was still pretty new to the city, and I was grateful to have made some upper-year friends who could pass on their favourite spots to me. While their recommendations and dinner invites ultimately shaped much of the last four years for me, their collective...
