Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
To top it off, last summer I was especially broke due to unemployment and a 3-week trip to Germany. Awesome summer, but I spent most of it in cotton shorts and a romper.
So now I have to re-build a professional and casual summer wardrobe from scratch. I've made a list of things I'd like, and then a list of things I think I "need". I'd love some input - am I missing anything? Am I totally boring?
My workplace is pretty casual - I wear jeans and sweaters or blouses pretty much every day, unless I have a lunch meeting or some kind of event, and then I wear a skirt and top of some kind. I'm lucky in this aspect, because clothes can serve a double purpose - for work and play.
I'm planning to scour consignment and second hand stores first, then discount retailers (Winners, Superstore) or outlets, then the mall. I think a list will help me focus and maximize my budget.
My Wish List!
Skirts - not black pencil skirts, because I have several of these
-patterned - a floral or geometric print
-solid coloured - green, red, pink, blue, purple, open to options
-khaki/beige cotton would be nice
-well fitting white trousers or capri pant
-black shirt, wrap or shift style
-navy or brown shirt, wrap or shift style
-patterened jersey dress(es) -wrap or a-line
-sweater set(s) or cardigans in bright colours
-lightweight blazer in denim or cotton material, either blue, white or khaki
-blouse or tunic-style top - patterened or brightly coloured
-dressier flat sandal
-nude pump or heeled shoe
-nice dark denim skirt, a-line, knee length or slightly longer
-bermuda shorts in denim or denim equivalent
-sun dress - if possible, not so low cut and short that I can throw on a cardi and wear to work
-nice cotton t-shirts and tanks in bright colours
-one dress for work
-dark denim capri
-sweater set or cardigan in a bright colour (turquoise, green or pinky-red-orange)
-patterened top or tunic/blouse in coordinating colour with sweater set
-coloured tshirts/tanks (3)
-dressy but walkable sandal
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
I was so out of place.
Voila. Gary's 30th Birthday Gift (he also got some LuluLemon Gym Swag, blurays and a Go-Mug)
I was holding it in line at the checkout, examining the bag and trying to remember if it was the one Gary wanted. A very nice man in his late 50s in line behind me leaned over and told me that "he's going to love it".
This very nice man spent about 10 minutes telling me that he has one of these bags, and that it's perfect to just toss on the boat. Apparently different fish need different fishing gear, so you can have a box filled with trout stuff and a box filled with bass stuff and so on and so forth.
This very enthusiastic and sweet man left thinking I was the wife/girlfriend/daughter of the year, purchasing for my man EXACTLY what every man wants and needs - a $120 tackle bag.
I just didn't have the heart to tell him that Gary's using it to organize his computer and AV parts.
Friday, April 23, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
It's a gorgeous day. After lunch with a new friend, a stop at a knitting shop, some mysterious Gary's THIRTIETH birthday gift scouting and a latte, I decided it was high time that I stopped in at a little place I'd driven past many times, but never ventured in.
OHMYGOD, Drive-Thru Pie and Smokies.
If that's wrong, I don't want anyone to tell me.
Log Barn 1912. Pie is delicious. Smoked sausage is Mennonite style. Go there. Do it now. You can even stay in your car and they will dish you up a piece 'o pie a la mode and a hot dog with homemade mustard. But it's worth it to go in and take a lookie-loo at all the old-timey goods.
As Gary is conveniently out for the evening (this is the first time I've ever had our apartment to myself for the evening, can you believe that?!), I am planning a delicious pie supper. No one is here to judge me for eating it right out of the pie tin.
Mwahahahaha, nutrition be damned. Bring me more strawb-rhubarb pie!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
A few more are in Ontario, and in the winter my parents travel to Arizona, so that state becomes quite popular in the data.
But I do know that several of my regular readers live south of the 49th parallel, some in Australia, and even one or two in places as far away as Azerbaijan and Korea.
So I thought I'd share with you a few things that I love but that my international followers might not realize aren't readily available in Canada.
1. Jiffy corn muffin mix. Making corn muffins from scratch is a drag, eh?
2. Fritos bean dip. Or any bean dip in a can. Tostitos recently released a jarred bean dip, but I'm not so sure about it.
3. Red Vines Licorice. Recently Gary found it at London Drugs by the University, but they don't have it at the downtown London Drugs.
4. Spezi - an orange-cola soda. Gary's cousins in Germany told us we could make our own by mixing coke and Fanta.
6. Johnson's Lavender Scented Stress-Relief Body Lotion. *Sob*
7. Most fat-free and low-fat snack foods.
8. Kix cereal. Maybe it's available, but I can't find it.
9. Ann Taylor Loft.
10. Beer at the Grocery Store. This should make sense, right? Canadians love beer. but you can't buy it at the grocery store, a convenience store...anywhere but a bar with offsale service or a liquor store.
11. Sonic, White Castle, Jack in the Box, Carl's Jr, In-and-Out Burger.
Now, on the contrary- a list of things that Canada has that you probably don't:
1. Harvey's and Swiss Chalet
2. Poutine available as a side at most fast-food restaurants
3. Ketchup flavoured potato chips
4. Rickard's Red beer...or beer with any real kick to it... (mmmm, beeeeeeer)
5. Saskatoon Berry Pie
Friday, April 09, 2010
EXACTLY like Don Eng's. If you ever ate at the New Palace Cafe in Eatonia - you understand If you didn't? I feel sorry for you.
Thursday, April 08, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Tuesday, April 06, 2010
Hey, you. I'm going to cut right to the chase here: I hate you. I know many young ladies just like you, some of them beautiful people and dear dear friends, but on the inside, the rotten-apple core depths of my soul: you drive me insane.
You've got it so great. The world worships every honey-suckle scented breath you take. The masses fall at your espadrille clad feet; your soft doe eyed stare wins over everyone you've ever met.
And I hate you.
I am the complete antithesis of you, and my hatred comes 100% from jealousy. No one will ever pine for me and my shiny brown hair, perfectly shaggy and disheveled, yet neatly coiffed at the same time. I bet you wake up first thing in the morning to the sounds of chirping birds, all Noxzema commercial glowing and lovely.
I look like ass first thing in the morning, with sheet marks on my face and arms that take about 45 minutes to go away, drool on my pillow and hair like some kind of demonic banshee.
But that's not why I hate you.
I hate you because I'm finally old enough to recognize that my dreams of being adored for all of my fabulous quirks and having my world open up like a proverbial oyster are never going to happen.
I have to work really hard to be lovable. Zooey, you most certainly do not. If I tried to pull any of the hipster non-committal yet 'please, allow me to string you along forever' stunts that you did, I'd be written off forever as some kind of psycho. And you stroll around, breaking hearts and ruining perfectly nice guys for the rest of us. Am I ever glad I got to mine before someone like you did.
A guy I used to hang around with used to tell me that my neurosis were my charm - not part of it. But even then, I was neurotic and strange, not quirky and irresistible. Dudes judge my Dudes judge my record collection, not fall madly in love with its eclectic charm. If I knit on the bus, it's weird, not enchanting. If I decide to pull a vintage romper out of the closet and tool around town on a bike eating ice cream? Scorn, not sighs of 'she's so wonderful!'
And I'm pretty sure that no one thinks that my penchant for piling all of my laundry in a corner until said pile is taller than me is adorable.
But I bet that Zooey could get away with it.
Monday, April 05, 2010
I'm not big on my birthday, but I am big on whining about my rapidly fading youth. So I present to you, until I run out of inspiration, a 'week' or 'half-week' or 'we'll see how long this lasts' of special aging-related content.
While celebrating the fact that I work sweet, sweet bankers hours (four-day weekend!), I dropped in at HMV to purchase a dvd to watch while I work on a few of my hobbies. Like lazing. And eating leftover easter chocolates.
I had to leave the HMV because I could not stand the music they were playing. I came very, very close to asking the surly teenage sales associates to please turn off that racket pretending to be music.
Then I took an advil and went home, to my couch, where classic rock rules and new-fangled teeny-pop stays far, far away.
(unless it's teeny-pop from when I was a teenager. Then it's retro!)