Tuesday, 31 July 2012

My new old bag

Do you ever get that little nudge to go somewhere?  I get it every now and then to check out particular thrift stores, and I never like to ignore them - there could be something perfect waiting for you!  Today I had the urge to go to Lovesick, my favourite vintage clothing store in London.  I don't go very often, but today I just had to go.

I'd been meaning to stop in to see if I could find a new purse, and in about 5 seconds I zeroed in on this bad boy.


I love him.

He's a vintage Samsonite camera bag, and he's bad ass.  Naturally, his name is Sam.

Sam don't play.  He's a big boy.  His pockets totally won me over - a narrower one in back, and a big deep main pocket, plus the two narrower ones on the front.


 See that?  That's my arm, elbow deep into the bag.


The strap is long, which means I can make it cross-body.  I wish it was a bit longer, since I don't have a torso and the bag hits me in kind of a weird place, but you can't be picky with vintage stuff like this.


It is pretty comfortable to wear like this though, and I can always shorten the strap if I want to wear it on one shoulder.


He's so big that I can almost fit my laptop in.  And my laptop is kind of a big old dinosaur, so that's pretty impressive.  Sam will definitely be helpful for packing for the train ride to Montreal.  I think that front pocket is about perfect for an iPad or eReader too if I ever move into that stage of technology.


What do you think?  Do you love Sam as much as I do?  Or do you think that the vintage camera bag as a purse idea is a little crazy?  Kim at Lovesick assured me that it was a fantastic idea.  If you haven't been to Lovesick, you definitely need to check it out!

Monday, 30 July 2012

Outfit of the Day - Orange You Glad I Went Shopping?

A month from now, I'll be gearing up for my vacation.  A real, live vacation.  I'm going on a girls trip to Montreal for the weekend and I'm super excited.  Of course, a whole weekend spent being a grown up means that I need some new clothes.

I'm not a big shopper, mostly because I'm poor.  I usually say that I'm cheap, but poor is closer to the truth.  So instead of doing one big trip, I've just been keeping my eye out for cheap pieces that can be used in a variety of ways.  So you luck blog readers will get to see some new duds in the next few weeks - and I'll be sure to have someone take pictures of outfits while I'm done up in Montreal!

So here's the new top I got.  I don't usually wear orange, but I really liked how this is a darker orange (it's a richer colour than it seems in these pictures), and it's kind of a floaty, silky fabric, so it seems fancier than what it is.  I paired it here with my grey herringbone skirt, but I think it would work great with jeans or shorts as well.  And I love anything that can get a cardigan thrown over it.


Those weird dark dots on my hips are from the top - it has like hoodie strings on it, with beads at the end.  I don't know why, but they're there.


Of course I wore a tank top under it for work to keep the boobage to a minimum.


The best part is of course that it was on clearance.  Marked down to $24.99, which is pricey for me, but I really liked it.  Then it was an additional 25% off the sale price, but when I checked my receipt after, the girl had rung things in for an additional 40% off.  Score!

Both tanks - Smart Set
Skirt - Pure by Alfred Sung
Shoes - Old Navy

P.S. - I need to know where the best poutine in Montreal is.  Because I intend to eat the shit out of it.

Friday, 27 July 2012

Vivian Vendredi - Yum-No

Vivian is good and independent at many things.  Eating is not one of them.

She's a terrible eater.  Like insanely bad.  Like it's not unusual for her to go all weekend without actually eating any solid food.  It's not just that she's picky, she just doesn't like to eat food sometimes.  I've seen her spit out cake and ice cream before.  If she doesn't want food in her mouth, it doesn't stay there.

Here she is at dinner.  She actually ate a few bites tonight, so it was pretty successful.  This picture shows how pretty much all meals end around here - with her ripping off her tray and throwing her plate on the floor.  It's pretty fun.

And yes, she's also covered in black marker.  Things like that happen.


The weirdest thing is that she really likes to pretend to eat.  She'll sit there with her spoon or fork and pretend to lift a bite to her mouth, then "eat" it and say "Mmmmm!" and do a little shimmy in her seat to show how good the air is.  Maybe it's my cooking?

Whatever it is, it's beyond annoying.  Any suggestions?  Apparently she eats fine at daycare, so this is just a game for me.

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

Outfit of the Day - Camouflage for the office

Stupid summer.  It's been hot.  SO HOT lately.  I'm literally just cycling through the same 4 dresses Monday to Thursday, then rolling up jeans on Fridays for my work wear.  Not a whole lot for outfits these days.

But, you haven't seen this dress yet!  I'm actually pretty proud of this dress, because it's one of the rare items in my closet that I actually paid full price for.  It was one of those glorious days when I was flush with income tax return money.  Ah, yes.  Back in the days of still having tuition credits to claim on my income tax.  How I miss those days.

Anyway, I saw this dress in the mirror at Mexx and had to have it.  I was just about to begin my job in London and thought it would be perfect for the spring.  Over five years later, I still wear it on a regular basis.  Well worth the investment.

I love how it's a floraly print, but because of the colours it comes off as kind of an office-friendly camouflage.  Unfortunately, it doesn't help me blend in with my desk.


I also like it because even though it says "Dry clean only", it's totally fine with getting washed and laid flat to dry.  Score.

Dress - Mexx.
Tank - Smart Set
Shoes - not pictured, got kicked off at the door.  But they're the same old Aldo sandals that I've been living in.

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

"Cleaning"?

So tonight I went to see The Dark Knight Rises (again) in IMAX.  It was unbelievable - it demands to be seen in IMAX.  Go immediately.  I'll go with you if you want.

Anyway, while I was waiting to meet up with my friends, I had some time to kill.  So I settled myself down with a magazine (Wired), a podcast on the iPod (The Joe Rogan Experience) and a snack (Grande iced coffee with milk and Splenda, chocolate chip cookie) and sat down at a table outside of Starbucks at Masonville.  While I was getting settled in, a guy walked up to me.  Here's the exchange.

Weirdo - "Hi there, what time do you have?"
Me - "Uh, 4:31ish.  *Check my cell phone to confirm time in case my watch is lying to me.*  Yep, 4:32."
Weirdo - "Oh, okay."
Me - "Are you early, or late?"
Weirdo - "Huh?  What?"
Me - "I asked if you were early or late."  *Begin to wonder why I bother talking to strangers.*
Weirdo - "Oh.  Hey, do you know any places that do cleaning?"
Me - "Cleaning?  Like house cleaning, or dry cleaning or something?"
Weirdo - "Yeah, like house cleaning."
Me - "Uh, no, sorry.  I have to do my own cleaning."
Weirdo - "Oh, okay."

Then he just walks away.

My initial thought was this guy totally has a dead body somewhere that needs disposing.  My second thought was that "Cleaning" was some sort of slang term that I'm not familiar with and he was making some sort of bizarre proposition.  Help me out here, what the hell was this exchange?

Friday, 20 July 2012

Vivian Vendredi - Growing up so fast...

Kids these days seem to grow up so quickly.  Maybe it's all the hormones in the milk or something, but Vivian isn't even two, and she's already wearing pantiliners.








Vivian's new favourite thing to play with are boxes of tampons and pantiliners.  She likes the pantiliners the best, because she likes them stuck all over herself.  The first time I stuck one on her, I figured she would freak out.  Instead she started shoving more at me, begging me "More!  More!  More!" and frantically making the sign at the same time.  I think she ended up wearing like 8 of them on her.  I couldn't help myself, it was just so funny.

It just goes to show you that it doesn't matter how many toys you buy, kids will find their own things to play with.

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Talize, please.

I know, I know!  I missed two days of blogging.  And I felt so bad about it that I went to Talize today at lunch just so I would have something good to blog about.  You're welcome.

I didn't get much, but I did find a few things I am pretty happy with...


That is a vintage sheet.  It's a twin fitted sheet, and I just love the pattern on it.  I have an idea of what to do with it, so hopefully I'll have something new to show you soon!  That little jar is kind of weird, but I liked the flowers painted on it.  Any idea why it has little handles?  It's holding my Splenda packets now.  And then I found a couple of books to grab.  I haven't read the Dark Tower series yet, so I keep picking up the books whenever I find secondhand copies.

Here's a close-up of my weirdo hippie jar.



Gotten anything good at thrift stores or yard sales lately?  I'm going to have my yard sale in August - you should all come buy/take away my junk!

Sheet - $4.99
Jar - $2.99
Books - $3.99 each

Monday, 16 July 2012

Oops. (And kind of an outfit of the day)

So my friend messages me last week an asks to use my printer, because she needs to print something out in colour.  Always happy to help a friend, I tell her to come on over.

Now, my printer is a laser printer, and sometimes it says that the waste toner cartridge needs to be emptied/replaced.  I think this is a scam, because the waste toner cartridge is a little piece of plastic that doesn't hold anything, it just sits there.  So usually I can just pop it out, wipe it off and it works fine.

So she comes over, and of course the house is in chaos because it's 5:00 o'clock and Vivian isn't feeling well and I'm heading out to the movies and just the general after-work craziness.  I'm running around holding the whole toner cartridge in my hand and wiping it with a wet wipe to make sure it works.

Then this happened.


Somehow, the toner managed to dump all down my leg and all over the floor.  Oh, and it was right in front of the cold air intake vent in the hallway, so it all got sucked up.  What a mess.


But, messes are easily cleaned up, and luckily I don't own any nice clothing, so I wasn't worried about anything being ruined anyway.

Oh, and if you were wondering, this is basically what I'm wearing 95% of the time that I'm not at work.  Sloppy jean cutoffs and a T-shirt.  Fashion plate!

Friday, 13 July 2012

Vivian Vendredi - Do the potty dance?

 

Vivian has been playing a new game at daycare.  It's called "Pull the tabs off of your diaper in your pants while you're napping so you manage to pee everywhere without actually taking the diaper off."  

It's been a pretty big hit.

So I've been wondering if it's time to get a potty.  I don't necessarily think that she's going to start actually potty training, but maybe it's time to have one around for her to get acquainted with, especially since she's already obsessed with wearing Pull-Ups.

But ugh.  As much as I would love to see the day where I don't have to buy diapers anymore, I am completely dreading the whole potty training thing.  It just seems so hard and so messy and annoying.


And no, the pictures don't have anything to do with this post.

Anyone have any suggestions or recommendations?  Anyone want to do this for me?


Thursday, 12 July 2012

Stupid things that smart people say

We all do it.  Everyone has one thing that they always screw up when they say it.  In my case, it's "de-thaw".  I say it all the time and it makes no sense.  "Can you take the chicken out of the freezer to de-thaw?"  Yeah, "de-thawing" would be freezing.  For some reason I get caught between "Take it out to thaw" and "Take it out to defrost" and end up creating a new nonsensical word which ends up making everyone doubt my general intelligence.

It's not just me though, I've seen perfectly bright people misuse other words, probably the best example is "irregardless".  Yeah, the word is "regardless".

It's one of those things that I think comes with typing transcripts.  I spend a lot of time listening very intently to what people have said because I then have to reproduce it exactly.  I'll never forget the time that a coworker of mine, a very well respected lawyer, shot this beauty at a witness - "Well, that's a new relevation."  Um, I'm pretty sure the word is "revelation".  And then you're caught in the situation of do you fix the word, or leave it as it is and make them look like an idiot?

The point is, we're all the same.  It doesn't matter how long you've been in school or how smart people might think you are, I'll bet there's some word that you mess up all the time.  A famous one in my family, and one I've heard other people use is "lip chap" for chapstick.  Why would you want to rub something you seem to think is called "lip chap" on your chapped lips?  Doesn't make sense.

What about you?  What's the one word that trips you up consistently?  It is something that you totally screw up the meaning, or just something you can't pronounce quite right?  (Damn you, "rural", you get me every time!)

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Dragging myself through Ice and Fire

Well, today I finally finished the 800 or so pages of A Game of Thrones.  I started this book in March, I think.  It was just one of those books that I found I could put down in favour of something else.  What killed me about it was that I wanted to love it.  I wanted to devour it in a couple of days and be dying for the next installment.  I love HBO's Game of Thrones, and I've heard so many great things about the books and how they're so much better than the series because it goes so much more in-depth, but I just could not get into it.  I found myself dreading certain characters chapters (Catelyn, I'm looking at you) and not looking forward to picking it up again.

Now, I think there's a few things at work here.  One, I had watched the first season of Game of Thrones twice before reading the book, and I've been reading the comic book adaptation.  So I'm thinking that it might have just been overkill of this part of the story.  But then there's two, I've never enjoyed reading fantasy.  Deep dark confession?  I've never made it through The Hobbit or Lord of the Rings.  LOVED the Lord of the Rings movies, but whenever I tried to read the books, I couldn't get out of the Shire.  I just can't get into them.

I don't want things to go this way for A Song of Ice and Fire though.  I want to read them all.  I want to love them all.  But now I don't know how to approach the rest.  I've seen the second season of Game of Thrones, so should I dive into A Clash of Kings now?  Should I distance myself and forget a bit of the second season first?  Should I read A Storm of Swords before the third season starts?

Help.  And while you're at it, tell me what books you've embarrassingly never read.

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

Would you be insulted?

So last week, before heading to that wedding I mentioned, my friend Jeannette and I hit up Earls for some dinner.  We'd been there a couple of times for appetizers together, and she'd already tried it for dinner, but I hadn't.  I was pumped.  I can't remember the last time I went to a nice restaurant for a full dinner - and a meal out without Vivian throwing everything on the floor?  Heaven.

So we sit down and order our drinks - wine for Jeannette, and a beer for me.  I love their in-house beer, Albino Rhino.  Earls is one of those restaurants with sexy girl waitresses who wear short skirts and see-through tops.  Some people hate that, but I've found all of the waitresses to be super nice and friendly and really genuine.  The last time I was there my waitress was raving about their Bronx Burger and how amazing it was and how I just had to try it because it's the greatest burger on Earth.  Now this waitress had also mentioned that she'd recently lost 85 lbs (Can you imagine?  Losing that much weight and then getting a job as a hot waitress?  How amazing is that?  I thought it was awesome) so I trusted her opinion on food.

Anyway, for this visit we ended up with a waiter.  He was nice enough, in that jokey kind of way.  I'm one of those people who way over-talks to waiters and waitresses.  I'm all about the banter.  So when he came to take our orders, I asked him what he would recommend - the Bronx Burger, or the Grilled Chicken and Baked Brie Ciabatta.  I'm a sandwich person, what can I say.

His recommendation?

The Champagne Berry and Spinach Salad with Grilled Chicken.

*Record Scratch*

Say what?  I ask you if I should get the massive burger that has handmade onion rings on it, or a chicken sandwich on a big fatty ciabatta bun smothered in brie and you recommend a salad?  Just what are you getting at, son?  And I ordered a BEER.  Who the hell orders a beer and then gets a salad?

PLUS, it was a $17 salad!  I'm sorry, but the burger was $15.75, and it came with fries.  I cannot justify spending that much money on a salad, I don't care.  I'm sorry, but I'm not the type of girl who orders a salad when there are delicious burgers to be had.

So I ordered my burger and fries.  And it was fucking fantastic.  And I still left him a decent tip, even though the salad thing was kind of a dick move.

Or am I being too sensitive?  Was he just trying to be helpful, or would you be insulted too?

Friday, 6 July 2012

Vivian Vendredi - Rough Housing

Vivian's a pretty tough kid.  She's always played rough, and keeps on ticking even after bashing her head off of something.  I'm sure as she gets older and older, her death-defying tricks will just keep getting more and more intense.

This is pretty normal fare for Vivian - an evening of playing on the couch.  And by "playing" I mean I just throw her around.  Sometimes I'll just push her down over and over again.  She thinks it's hilarious.  I can't wait for her to be old enough to take gymnastics.


It's not child abuse if they're having fun, right?

Thursday, 5 July 2012

What time is it? It's time for crafts!

So I've mentioned before how Vivian is crazy for the Bubble Guppies.  She loves the show, and asks for it all the time.  It's weird though, because there still isn't much merchandise on the market - just some colouring books and a DVD (of course we own it all).  So when I came across this template on the official Bubble Guppies website to make an easy doll, I foresaw a future where Vivian would tote around her own handmade Bubble Guppy doll that I made with love.  And even when the official toys were out on the market, she would love this one more because I made it for her.

So after some time spent with some felt, scissors and my glue gun (with a little extra help from a needle and thread) I had a completed Molly doll.





I had a couple of false starts and had some parts I needed to re-do, because apparently I can't follow simple directions on a craft designed for children, but the point is that I made it, it's done and Vivian won't see the imperfections, right?

Wrong.

Vivian, snob that she is, won't even touch the thing.  I'll wave it around in her face while she's watching  Bubble Guppies and she won't even acknowledge its existence.

Damn that kid.

Wednesday, 4 July 2012

I don't think we'll be seeing this reboot anytime soon.

I love pop culture, and I try to consume as much of it as I can, but I'll admit, I have some blind spots.  We all have those classic movies we've never seen, the books we're embarrassed to admit we've never read, the TV shows that never made it on our radars.  One of these glaring gaps for me is Gone With the Wind.

I've never seen Gone With the Wind.

I know, I know.  Sweeping epic romance, classic Oscar winner, blah blah blah.

So last night while I was up too late perusing Pinterest, I flipped to TMC to find that Gone With the Wind was on.  So I figured what the hell, I'll throw it on in the background and maybe I'll see enough to decide that I simply must right this wrong and see the entire movie immediately.

Um, what the fuck is wrong with this movie?

Have you ever seen it?  I watched maybe 30 minutes of it, and in that span of time there was verbal abuse, people falling down stairs, that bitch Scarlett complaining that her 18 1/2 inch waist has become a 20 inch waist since she had a baby, and then the kid dies.

What the hell?  Where's the romance?  I'll give it this much though - Vivien Leigh is unbelievably stunning.

It's just like the time I read "The Thorn Birds" because I kept hearing how romantic it was and what a big deal it was when the TV miniseries came out.  And it was a good book, until the last 20 pages or so when ** SPOILER ALERT ** basically everyone in the book dies.  I seriously had to read the last few chapters a couple of times because I couldn't figure out what was going on.

I honestly don't understand.  Am I missing something?  Do I need to watch the whole movie to appreciate it?  Have you seen it?  Do you also agree that the whole thing is kind of fucked?  What other pop culture blind spots do you have?  I won't judge you too much.

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Outfit of the Day - Cleaned Up

I've been slacking on the Outfit of the Day posts lately, mostly because it's been so insanely hot out that I've been alternating the same four dresses and then just living in cut offs on the weekends.  But this past weekend I had a wedding to go to, and as such had a real reason to dress like a grown up!

So here's what I came up with for the wedding.  Nothing new, something I've had around for a few years.  It's actually a dress I bought for a Christmas party a few years ago, and the shoes are my wedding shoes.



And in addition to the usual self-pictures, you get a special hotel lobby photo shoot!  With a pay phone!





Nothing says classy like a farmer's tan.

And I even had my hair done, by my mom of course.  I love the "done but undone" look.


Oh, and what was even classier was my DIY secret.  See, as I was getting dressed, I started to have that feeling.  You know the one, ladies.  The one where things aren't quite sitting right, and you just feeling lumpy-dumpy and are about 5 seconds away from ripping off your clothes, kicking them across the room, and collapsing into a sobbing puddle before trying to decide if you can get away with wearing jogging pants to the event in question.  I knew I just needed a little smoothing action, but I don't own any smoothing undergarments.  About to fly off the handle, I remembered that the last time I wore this dress, it was in the winter, so I got to wear tights with it.  Oh tights, how I love you with your waistbands that can reach all the way up to my bra and give me that nice little bonus tummy-tuck action.  Of course, it was 40 degrees on Saturday, so tights were out of the question.  What wasn't out of the question?  Cutting the legs off of a pair of tights and just wearing the rest of it as some sort of Frankenunderwear.  WHERE IS MY REALITY TV SHOW?  THIS IS GOLD.

Dress and belt - H&M
Shoes - Nine West
Clutch - Old Navy
Earrings - Vintage from Lovesick