Andrea, Stuart and Boo Boo

It’s amazing what can happen in a year.

At the start of 2013 I was living with my boyfriend, Stuart, in our small house in Montreal, Quebec. During the day I worked as a user interaction and usability consultant for Canada’s largest telecommunications provider. In the evening I dreamed up ways to decorate our house, got obsessed watching entire TV seasons on Netflix, crafted my own jewellery, and enjoyed drinking as much red wine as I wanted.

That peaceful routine lasted about a month.

By the end of the year, Stuart had left his super stable and admittedly dead-end job for a more exciting position in a local start-up. I got pregnant. My boobs got big. We had a shotgun wedding at the end of my second trimester. We took a short road-trip honey/baby-moon to Stratford, Ontario where we read Shakespeare to one another….and though I wasn’t able to drink copious amounts of wine and I had to pee every three minutes…everything felt under control.

Three months later, however, everything changed. We welcomed our beautiful baby boy into the world and became newbie parents. We were (are) completely clueless, of course. Along with my new mummyhood came even bigger boobs, very little sleep, and more discussions about poop than I ever thought possible.

When I’m not talking about poo, I’m a totally disorganized, hate to cook, stay-at-home-on-maternity-leave-mom attempting to do right by our baby, whom we affectionately call Boo Boo (or Boo or Mr. Boo). And by “doing right” I mean that I’m trying to keep him fed, clean, and not kill him.

So what the heck are Modern Rags?!

In 2004 I visited the “Global Village: The 60s” exhibit at the Montreal Museum of Fine Arts. It included a full range of artistic and decorative items from Andy Warhols’ Brillo Boxes, to a Paco Rabanne rhodoid dress, to pieces of pop culture memorabilia including Janis Joplin’s Porsche, and a recreation of the bathroom set from Alfred Hitchcock’s Psycho. It was a pretty cool exhibit.

Among the items on display was a chair surrounded by what appeared to be hundreds of pieces of colourful and patterned fabric haphazardly strewn about. I didn’t think too much of it at the time, but remarked to my friend “Do you think those are authentic vintage rags, or modern rags?”

And as soon as the words came out of my mouth, I knew I was on to something. I liked the sound of it, so I went home and registered the domain. There’s been a Modern Rags website in some way, shape or form ever since (10 years!).