Northern Soul

G and I woke up to a beautiful morning in the city, so we decided to hop over to a crepe restaurant nearby and do a very European, lazy brunch together, which was lovely, most of all because we took some photographs along the way which I, personally, am super impressed with.
As much as I am looking forward to fall fashion, I must admit that I am absolutely loving summer in the city. I've really been making the most of every day for the first time probably ever, and it's surprisingly awesome. I obviously don't go out every night or anything along those lines, but I'm more referring to just the general beauty of being alive, in love and having this blog with all of the wonderful comments I receive - truly, you guys are awesome and I appreciate your support more than you know!

Busy day ahead of shopping and purposeful wandering, so I've got to be off, but of course expect another post bright and early tomorrow morning.

Hope you're having as great of a day as I am!

^ Me doing my best Liam Gallagher impression. As a brief side note, I heard the new Oasis single last night, and it sounds be mega! I'm SO looking forward to the next album.

Wearing

Dress: FCUK

Shoes: Andrew Stevens Studio

Purse: vintage

Urban Outfitters has been reading my mind.

Below find what is only a brief smattering of the garments and accessories that Urban Outfitters has crawled into my dreams of the wonderful proverbial 'back-to-school' look (that I am probably too old to still care about, but whatever) and actualized so that I may look exactly the way I want to come September 1.

How and when did this happen? The past three times I've walked into Urban Outfitters nothing has particularly tickled my fancy...then I decided to check out their website today on a whim and holy mother of pearl I want, I want, I want NOW! And, more importantly, I can actually potentially afford what I want, which is a rare and therefore entirely joyous occasion for me. Wanting the most FW08/09 Balmain, Ferragamo and Alexander Wang collections is, needless to say, not an attainable goal for me at this point in my life, but this is!

Praise the heavens, and I suppose you all now know where the majority of my next paycheque is going...

Photos, all taken from UrbanOutfitters.com, clockwise from top left: 0815 LovesPeace Legacy Blazer ($104), Lace Up Boot ($88), BDG Double Stripe Cardigan ($48), Heraldy V-Neck Tee ($28), Urban Renewal Shrunken Flannel ($48), Folio Briefcase Bag ($58)

Head full of tricks and treats, it leads me through the night time streets.

Last night we somehow ended up in Yorkville for the second time within as many days...I promise that I am not turning into a yuppie, it's merely that I was fervently craving a properly delicious cone of ice cream (which I generally don't even like, so that's an oddity to begin with) and, as it so happens, Dessert Lady on Cumberland Street was the ice cream parlour which was the least hassle to get to. G took some pictures for le blog while we were in the area - because as much as I may knock on it, it is quite scenic - but unfortunately for us all of the mid-life crisis sportscars self-importantly circling the block asserting their drivers' wealth and virility kind of ruined that photo op...so we moseyed along to where we're most comfortable: empty parking lots and courtyards of vacant office towers.G refers to this dress which I wore last night as the "Hallowe'en dress with spooky eyes on it", which I suppose makes sense given the colour scheme and pattern. Personally I prefer to think that it's more of a tribal print than it is Hallowe'en eyes, but it's really all mere semantics because, regardless of the what the colours or patterns signify, it is one of my favourite vintage finds ever.

You know those pieces you have in your closet that you can go to any time (provided it's summer in this case), put on and think to yourself 'this is exactly what I want to be wearing right now'? Well that's what this Hallowe'en/tribal print sheath thing is for me. Which is quite the achievement for any article of clothing in my closet because I've been increasingly turning into one of those people who gets changed at minimum thrice per day...I just grow so bored with what I have on after a couple of hours, or feel as though I can outsmart myself in some significant way by coming up with minute and probably inconsequential 'improvements' upon what I am wearing.Lastly, it turns out that I may in fact be on my way to bonafide yuppiedom, because Dessert Lady's Zingy Candied Ginger was more delicious than I can even express in writing, and as such I will probably definitely be going back the next time an out-of-character ice cream craving arises.

Wearing
Dress: vintage
Belt: The Bay (children's clearance section)
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
Bag: vintage

I can't tell you the way I feel because the way I feel is oh so new to me.

G and I spent the evening at a dinner and drinks thing at Hemingway's with some of our best friends in the whole entire world who we haven't seen in a few months. They're those middle-class jet setter types who have spent the summer thus far travelling Europe (enviably, they even attended Glastonbury!), and who I've never quite understood. How do people who aren't filthy rich manage this? Perhaps I'm just worse at saving and prioritizing my money than these folk, but somehow I don't even get how that is possible...I feel financially responsible and know that I make a decent enough income to theoretically be able to afford this, and yet I never, ever do. And yes, this is obviously to be added to the perpetually expanding list of "Things I Need to Work On".

Regardless, they're off for the West Coast in nine days, so the get together at one of the only restaurants I can bear to be present at in Yorkville (the pretension that runs amok in most is more than a little bit disconcerting to me) was highly enjoyable, though it did mean that G and I were not able to take pictures until it was entirely dark out, which is generally problematic...something or another about the necessary aperture of the camera at night combined with me not being able to sit still. It all worked out somehow though - according to G, the 'somehow' is his photographic prowess - and this may actually be one of my favourite sets of photos yet.
While this may not be the most creative or inspired of my outfits, I do praise it for its multi-functionality which, in my opinion, is an extraordinarily important aspect of what I'm wearing at any given time. I comfortably went to work, fought with Canada Post (for apparently losing these boots), grocery shopped, dined, drank and finally took these photos in an empty parking lot - such is the versatility and beauty of a good jean jacket paired with pretty much anything, but in this specific case a jersey sheath dress. I hereby give fair warning that there is surely a Jean Jacket Love rant in the near future of this blog...
Wearing

Jacket: Levi's

Dress: F21

T-Shirt: Old Navy (Kid's)

Shoes: Nine West

Jewelry: mine

P.S. The lovely Shantee of Fashionista101.com has featured yours truly as Fashionista of the Week! It features a little questionnaire with moi and whatnot and, if you are so inclined, you can vote for me to be "Fashionista of the Year" here (me = "Week 30"), for which I will be eternally grateful and bake you all fat-free cookies...or, if you don't like cookies, I'm down with most semi-uncomplicated baked good preferences.

Robot Models?!

Considering my fascination with both fashion and artificial intelligence/robotic technology, I'm really surprised that I didn't think of this possibility sooner.

Last week is was announced that a research institute in western Japan has developed a 'fashion robot' of sorts: a mechanical being who "can assume human-like postures by simultaneous control of its 16 joints used for limbs, neck, waist and other body parts". It is hoped that this robot "will be used for fashion and other promotional events after its metal frame is furnished with polyethylene sheets to give it a human-like look". (n.b. The picture to the left is not of the fashion model robot, but of an equally creepy fembot showcased at a robotics convention a couple of years ago.)

This is a really interesting situation (to me, but I also think that '2001: A Space Odyssey' is one of the best books ever written...), because it really makes me wonder what it is that makes any model a good model to begin with, and if they have any significance whatsoever in the grand scheme of the fashion industry? Are they not merely blank canvasses, and do the designers and editorial stylists not direct every aspect of the way by which their work is presented anyways? Prada, for example, has been insistent upon a monochromatic, robot-like retinue of models for both their advertisements and runway shows for years now - who's to say that Sasha and the rest of the Eastern Europeans teenagers won't be phased out as quickly as you can attempt to pronounce their last names?

This being said, I'm still unsure as to how easily real, live models will be usurped by their new machinated counterparts.

Since I can't seem to make up my mind here, I'm really curious as to what your thoughts on this are, readers!

Photo credits: Fembot from gizmodo.com, Prada ad from fashionista.com

Romper Stomper

The lack of posting this past weekend by no means indicates a lack of productivity or blog-related activity - mainly, I'm referring to shopping. Many other activities were had, but what I am most excited about are the insanely wicked sale items I encountered this weekend...which is pretty telling, considering I boated, drank, ate delicious food and generally did things that most 'normal' people would consider a great deal more awesome than finding a $4 romper in Old Navy's children's section. But I suppose this is merely an inescapable fact about the kind of person I am.

As per my excitement about the things I bought that I am veritable lust with (Who knows if it is love yet? Only time will tell), I am going to share a brief run-down of my consumerist experiences in an extended post which, in my opinion, more than makes up for my bad blogging ways:

1. Spring: To be perfectly honest, the majority of Spring's shoes are atrocious garbage that one might encounter in a really gross suburban Wal-Mart. But fate was on my side on Saturday morning, when one particular pair of lascivious tan wooden platform sandals caught my eye before I even noticed that they were marked down to $10. Even if I had hated them I probably would have bought them but, thanks to whatever universal power that was looking out for my best sartorial interests at the time, it was love at first sight and they have pretty much not left my feet since. Which, according to my mother, is pretty stupid and vain when I'm on a mossy, rocky and wet patch of lakefront property, but whatever.

2. Old Navy (Kid's): Thanks for your 'helpfulness' nosy Old Navy employees, but no, I do not require a gift receipt for my $9 worth of purchases! The aforementioned romper and the grey graphic printed t-shirt are for moi...because yes, I am a Large/Extra-Large child, which come to think of it actually sums up a lot about my existence on many levels. Regardless, the absolute perfection of the romper can quite honestly be blamed for the lack of outfit posts for the past couple of days: "Me in the Romper on a VIA train", "Me in the Romper on a Boat", "Me in the Romper Getting Stupidly Inebriated on a Boat", "Me in the Romper on a VIA train home"...yeah, you get the point. Any outfit posts would have been insufferably redundant, as I am certain the word 'romper' is coming to be throughout this diatribe of mine.
3. Goodwill: This place is leading me believe that I have guardian angel of fashion who resides in specific rack of the St. Clair & Bathurst Goodwill - which is kind of ironic, because there's totally a Salvation Army a block away where I rarely and/or never find anything awesome, and aren't they supposed to be the religiously-affiliated organization? Anyways, my posse and I trekked up here, as is becoming the Sunday ritual, and while it was not as fruitful a trip as last week for me, everyone came away with some enviable thrift scores which I am not going to disclose just yet, because to let the cat out of the bag too early would totally make some of the upcoming daily outfit posts less mysterious and exciting, y'know?

4. Joe: What a horribly misleading place Joe Fresh of the Great Canadian Superstore is. Little did we know how quickly "This is the best store in the entire universe ever" would turn into "Nothing has EVER looked this horrible on me in my life"/"I never want to try any clothing on again". Please do not be fooled as we were by Joe's seemingly harmless trendy-classic garments and awesomely low prices, dear readers, as to try anything on will only make you upset when you realize how awful looking you could potentially be if you were somehow forced into wearing a dress from Joe.

5. ???? (Chinatown): No, the shop was not a pretentious indie band named "????", I just have no idea what is was actually called. 9 solidly coloured, thin cotton tank tops for $7. That is all.

Wearing
Romper: Old Navy (this is the last time I will use the word 'romper' for 7 seven days, I [almost] promise)
Shoes: Spring
Jewelry: Mine

Pictures and things that I've done before

Since I don't particularly have any new or exciting news to impart, today's post is going to concern 5 Recent Observations Upon My Life.

Recent observation #1: The homeless and mentally ill find me very attractive. No, seriously. I cannot count the number of times in the past two weeks I have been accosted and/or 'complimented' by street urchins (what is the politically correct term being used now?) I am still uncertain as to how I should feel about this.
Recent observation #2: I find it impossible to have my picture taken without smoking. Apologies to any anti-smokers out there who are reading this blog. Yes, I do smoke and yes, I know it's bad for me and that I should quit, but I am fidgety by nature, and I find it disconcerting to not be doing anything with my hands whilst attempting to be still for photographs. This is probably something I should work on.
Recent observation #3: I have not listened to any new music in months. And by 'new' I don't mean it had to be recorded and released yesterday - I mean I have not listened to anything less than 10 years old in a very, very long time. Again, this is probably something I should work on, but I cannot seem to find anything new which is worth listening to, and this is probably compounded by the fact that I am nothing if not a creature of habit. If anyone has any suggestions, please send them my way...I truly hate being stuck in a music rut, and I am currently too busy to devote a lot of energy towards discovering my next favourite band.
Recent observation #4: There is no such thing as having enough dresses. Casual, fancy, sophisticated, grungy, jersey, silk, rayon, poly-freaking-ester...it doesn't even matter anymore. I knew I was developing a problem when I seriously considered wearing a plain black hoodie of G's to work this morning (with nothing else besides unmentionables) because I want everything in our closet to be a dress. This is an addiction in the making.
Recent observation #5: My city, my friends, my boyfriend, my summer, my very existence on this planet = entirely 110% awesome.

(N.B. Do you know what else is awesome? The fact that The X-Files movie comes out tonight. Because while everyone else is losing their proverbial shit over this Batman business, I am delighted and thrilled to be witnessing the reunion of the stone fox that is Fox Mulder and that lovably rational Dana Scully. I'm still attempting to devise an X-Files-related-but-still-chic fashion statement for when we make our way to the theatre, I will keep you posted on how that works out for me...)

I wish every one of you a happy, stylish and awesome weekend! I will be cottaging and braving the alleged Hurricane Bertha, but keep your eyes peeled for weekend updates nonetheless.

Wearing:

Dress: AA

Leggings: Aritzia

Shoes: Converse

Necklaces: I felt the need to pile on every single necklace I own last night, so I'm just going to go with 'various' to avoid everyone knowing exactly how many I piled on and henceforth how I managed to keep my head up.

Money, money, money in the bank.

I've been on this awesome self-discovery trip lately (which I highly recommend by the way). Something I've discovered about myself - see how self-discovery works? It sounds complicated but you just take a time-out to find out important and occasionally inane things about yourself, which is beyond cool - is that I really, really don't like spending a lot of money on clothing. I am more than happy to blow my budget on well-made shoes, handbags and having things meticulous tailored by little Italian women, but I've grown extremely disenchanted with the notion of paying outrageously inflated retail prices just to look like everyone else who also paid outrageously inflated retail prices.
It's a separate issue entirely if a garment is well-constructed and of some objective degree of quality or artistry, but I am so freaking sick of the Made in China Ready-to-Wear garbage which is propped up by some fashion vanguard as more 'valuable' than the $4 jersey dresses and F21 junk I buy, even though they look the same and, furthermore, were made in the same goddamn factory.
Perhaps I will feel differently about this matter when I fulfill my lifelong dream of becoming a more fashionable, human version Scrooge McDuck and go swimming in a vault of cash in the lobby of my dreamy Scottish castle every morning. Though Scrooge's stylishness is pretty debatable - from what I can recall some of his top hats and smoking jackets were pretty hot. (As a brief aside to any readers that might be parents: seriously, recognize that your child is a capitalist at heart when at 9 years old the character they most identify with on "Duck Tales" is Scrooge - and that, in this case, it's probably a good idea to put on "Yellow Submarine" or something instead.)
But even if I never get my money vault, whatever. Via my self-discovery process I have determined that hanging out next to piles of trash and taking photographs is a lot more fun than most other activities one could partake in on any given day...

Wearing:

Skirt: Urban Planet
Tank: Dollarama - yes, you read that correctly, a dollar store.
Shoes: Nine West
Jewelry: I made it, but got the materials from the Beadery...

I'm floating through a room of halls.

Wearing the colour pink is quite the rarity for me, but I could not pass up the opportunity to wear this dress last night. It was purchased at one of the bizarre dress shops on Yonge Street where literally every item is made of jersey, comes in all of the colours imaginable to mankind and is never, ever over $10. The likelihood of finding anything remotely wearable for anyone other than a streetwalker is often slim in these shops, but every once and a while my consumer impulsivity gets the better of me and I justify a purchase there by reminding myself that I am getting a new article of clothing for the same amount as I generally spend on two Grande Bolds a day.
The most messed up part of this story is that this experience actually makes me feel victorious and triumphant; whatever buyer's remorse is (I don't know because I'm pretty sure I've never felt it), it's the opposite of that...like a buyer's high.

Even though this fuschia minidress has been hanging in my closet for approximately a year, last night was the first time I've ever worn it out of the house. G and I had a meeting at a chic but grossly pretentious bar with a friend of a friend who owns a small gallery about potentially showing G's photography in the near future. And, as per usual when I have somewhere to go, I suddenly decide that I detest everything in my closet and would rather create a bonfire on the bedroom floor with all of my clothing than put on the same black smock again.

In this moment of rage/indecision/frustration/self-loathing, fuschia seemed like the best idea in the world, and I will admit that I again felt a small but consequential inner victory when complimented on it later in the evening by the $400 shoe wearing set.

^Note how extremely pleased with myself I look.

Wearing:
Dress: unknown, but it cost $4!!!
Coat: vintage
Shoes: David's
Hair clip: Target
Earrings: my own

Exit Planet Dust

I planned on spending yesterday evening quietly...eating three bowls of pasta (I am such a glutton for carbs, it's upsetting), fixing up the blog, catching up on e-mails, and throwing around slobbery dog toys in the park with G's beautiful German Pointer, who we currently have on temporary loan (check his Modern Guilt debut below!)

The night was as pleasant and quiet as I had hoped for it to be...that is until G and I noticed an angry junkie hobo climbing inside the massive metal trash bins outside of our apartment building, presumably attempting to steal someone's identity and/or find something to eat/sleep on/wear. Oh how I love living in the downtown core...at least one can't say that there's ever a dull moment! While I think I would probably have an averse physical response to living any other way for an extended period of time, I am nonetheless very much looking forward to cottaging this upcoming weekend.

Wearing:
Blazer: Club Monaco
Tank: AA
Skirt: Levi's
Shoes: Aldo
Scarf & Jewelry: vintage

All The Young Dudes

There are probably few things I enjoy more than the day following a highly successful thrifting experience. 'Proper' shopping binges (i.e. full-price retail) generally leave me superficially pleased by way of financial ruination, so there tends to be a conflicted and bittersweet quality to the venture. Conversely, with a a good thrift day under my belt, my bank account is less the cost of an overpriced martini and, instead of being annoyed by inattentive and inconsiderate wait staff, I have a veritable harvest of fabulosity (sorry for using your word, Kimora) on my living room floor to choose from, which makes for a much more fun day at work for me than usual.

Most of my finds yesterday were quite autumnal (Burberry trench, vampiric widow blouse, plaid everything) but because I am a highly impatient person I will definitely, definitely not be waiting until September to indulge in them...case in point: today's ensemble.


I absolutely cannot resist this Gap dress. In a crowded Goodwill filled with Toscaninni lovers and dudes who I believe time-warped from 1982 for the sole purpose of creeping me out, this dress and I locked eyes and instantly knew that we would never leave each other's closets/bodies again. While the outfit du jour may seem very "Gossip Girl", it is actually inspired by Serena Van Der Woodsen's far superior predecessor: Cher Horowitz of the definitive generational cinematic masterpiece of 1995, "Clueless". Check it out...

Mind you I have yet to find a plaid skirt suit as cool as the ones Cher and Dionne totally rocked in the opening scene, but in my opinion there is certainly an awesomely comparable vibe between this picture of C and D and the following picture of G and I.

Wearing:
Dress: Gap (thrifted)
Shoes: Juicy Couture
Bag: vintage Ralph Lauren
Hairband: somewhere in Chinatown...

P.S. Let me know what you think of the new banner which G lovingly crafted for Modern Guilt (which is now a .com as well as a blogspot! If for any reason you have something against typing .blogspot into your address bar, http://www.modern-guilt.com/ will do just fine!)

Photo credit: Clueless screen cap from thewhimsicalnerd.blogspot.com

Keep On Trippin On

The awful weather is not by any means going to ruin my day today, but it has somewhat ruined my outfit plans.  Rainstorms are not particularly conducive to dresses and platform shoes now, are they?I can't say I'm unhappy with today's outfit of choice though - I am wearing what is probably my favorite t-shirt; it was purchased earlier this year at the Verve's Toronto show (where G and I met Nick McCabe, OMFG indeed), and the fact that they are one of my favorite bands combined with the ridiculous perfect thinness and softness of the actual t-shirt makes it one of those items I just can't understand how I ever got by without. Also, these are probably the one pair of jeans I can tolerate wearing for more than an hour at a time.

A Chinese food lunch with one of my favorite people in the world, thrifting and balcony lounging are on the agenda, so I must be off. I don't want to be a bore, but I just want to quickly add that I am so appreciative to all of you for the really, really amazing visits and comments and we've been receiving this week! Have an amazing Sunday, and see you all tomorrow!

Wearing:

T-shirt: The Verve (the manufacturer is beyond me)

Jeans: Lux

Shores: Converse

Catching the Butterfly

Part two of my dry cleaner debacle: They turned my beautiful, gorgeous $3 vintage dress into a SHIRT, and apparently threw all of the extra fabric into a garbage bin yesterday. I am livid. Needless to say, today did not begin on the happiest of notes for me. Thinking/writing about my unfortunate dress is still more upsetting than it should be considering the woman in the shop was extraordinarily apologetic and has bestowed upon me one year of dry cleaning and alterations at no cost, but yeah...

Otherwise this oddly rainy-and-sunny-within-the-span-of-5-minutes Saturday has been spent conversing with hilarious camera shop employees whilst on the hunt for new lenses with G, hanging out in downtown parks watching old people play chess - until being chased and/or frightened out by the homeless - and looking for furniture to make the apartment more fabulous than it already is.

And I wore my favorite plaid shirtdress with braids in my hair, just because I needed some fashion-related cheering up after witnessing the Magnificent Vintage Dress Butchering of 2008 this morning.

Wearing:

Dress: H&M

Loafers: vintage

Purse: flea market (yes, I need new bags, and a short jaunt to Nine West today glaringly reminded me of that fact)

My Best Imaginary Best Friends, Installment #2: Ryan Adams

While today's BIBF is a prolific musician, nutjob extraordinaire and generally cool bastard to boot, he is inarguably an unlikely fashion icon. To preface this BIBF installment, I think it's important to note that, while Modern Guilt is clearly a predominantly fashion-based blogging endeavour, a lot of what I find intrinsically fascinating about fashion and style is how taste and opinion in all areas of one's life shape everything about who they are. This includes what they wear, where they shop, who they befriend (or would like to in an imaginary context) and how they communicate. I suppose what I'm trying to say in not so many words is that Modern Guilt is an extension of myself through fashion, not a self because of fashion.

As such I present this Friday's unlikely, yet highly appropriate BIBF choice:

RYAN ADAMS

It could be that I really like North Carolinians (is 'Carolinian' a word?), or that he has written what I believe to be some of the most beautiful songs of the past ten years, or that he likely possesses the most extensive fitted plaid shirt collection in the world. Or it could be, and most probably is, that in my imaginary world of familial relations, he is like the cool older brother I never had in the same vein from which Neil Young is my rightful paternal figure (in this context, my uncles are the members of Crazy Horse and my cousins are from Whiskeytown and the Cardinals, in case you were wondering).

It's the fact that he doesn't give a shit whatsoever and yet cares so much that he posts embarrassing videos onto his now-defunct Tumblr account about having a broken heart and how unicorns probably don't exist. And that, at a very basic level, I relate to this kind of behaviour. I can't, however, write a magnificent song about it. This is where Ryan comes in as my BIBF. Because I would totally be like, "Ryan, do you ever think about how we're all kind of similar to androids?" and, in turn, he would totally be like "Yes, and now I'm going to go write a shockingly brilliant song about the fragility of human existence and how, within a mathematically logical world, there is so much which cannot be explained through mathematical logic." And then I would pretty much totally be like "Awesome!"

Oh yeah, and then we would trade skinny plaid cowboy shirts and drink to our hearts' content on a magnificent southern porch whilst making deliciously odd country music about Burger King and ancient Sumerians.

Here are some pictures, because it wouldn't be a proper Modern Guilt post without them...

The last of my BIBF's brief foray into the blogosphere. See, we're very much alike, no?

Self-explanatory.

Lone Summer Dream

Today's outfit and pictures are essentially the result of the most frustrating dry cleaner experience ever.
In front of the shop I stood at 7:45 a.m. with sopping wet hair from my lightspeed morning shower, waiting for the lights to turn on inside - regardless of the fact that the shop clearly states on it's front door that they open for business at 7:30. All of this was only to find out (at 7:50 a.m.) that my dress was neither hemmed nor cleaned, and that I would have to wait yet another day. Bottom line, I have ended up with poofy hair and a dress I did not plan on wearing today, which I am most likely currently overreacting to. But apparently it is unreasonable to assume that when you take a dress in to be hemmed and cleaned on Tuesday morning - and are told the work will be completed by Thursday afternoon - that it will be ready for you on Friday morning.

Wearing:
Dress: vintage (and sloppily/smartly shortened by moi might I add)
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell (as if you couldn't tell, this is the billionth time I've worn them)

Vanishing Point

I've been in Kensington Market more often within the past two days than I have in the past two months and, while I came across no amazing vintage clothing (unsurprising, as I haven't found anything worthwhile there in as long as I can remember at this point), I did have a wonderful time on both accounts. Last night was filled with the best sangria I've ever ingested and fascinating conversation and, in turn, I ended up forgetting that I had even brought along a camera. This afternoon, on the other hand, was spent laughing at asinine neon slotted sunglasses and awful Little House on the Prairie dresses with G and, with him being the camera-happy fellow that he is, many pictures were to be had.

Wearing

Top: Free People

Shorts: vintage (I never take these off lately, it's getting to the point where an intervention may be in order)

Shoes: Juicy Couture (I love you Yonge & College Winners!!)

P.S. Yes, I changed my shoes. At least I made an effort to not wear the gladiators for about three hours today, so that's an improvement, no?