These could be the best days of our lives

I've made no secret of the fact that I'm more than a little bit infatuated with both the music and fashion of the 90's; with this in mind, it should come as no surprise to anyone that I have been completely drawn to plaid kilts as of late. Moreover, Toronto thrift shops have been absolutely chock-full of such garments and I have thus been able to indulge in my fantasy of looking like a not-as-strung-out version of Courtney Love circa 1993. The only unfortunate aspect of this tiny obsession of mine is that the things which I most love to wear are absolutely, 100% impossibly inappropriate to wear to my desk job, which just tends to reinforce my belief that my life begins as of 4:30 p.m. Monday through Friday!
Last night was spent "breaking into" (is it technically breaking in if the entrance is wide open?) a really neat looking construction site, drinking this amazingly frothy champagne-ish stuff called Pink straight out of the bottle and discussing hopes, dreams, fears, fantasies and everything else with some of the coolest people I know. It may all sound a tad scummy to be hanging out in a dirty construction area when written so bluntly, but to be honest I find that kind of lack of pretention in social situations to be really refreshing. Who needs to go 'see and be seen' when the only people you're interested in seeing and being seen by are happy to just be sitting under a halogen work lamp on a piece of plywood with you?
More importantly than my existentialist social interaction rant: I have some really, really, maddeningly exciting news to share with you all which I alluded to a couple of weeks ago but am finally very close to being ready to share...as in, like, tomorrow! There are a couple of details left to iron out (to those of you who are reading this and know what I'm referring to - I'm taking care of it today, I promise!), but I'm really thrilled in general for all of the wonderful things that are happening in my life lately. I am, however, of the mind that the universe must require a certain degree of balance between positivity/negativity, because it seems as though the more blogger love that comes my way, the more real-life weirdness I encounter what with random strangers being total rude morons and the like. Not that I'm complaining...just saying.

Wearing

Tank: Chinatown (that 9 for $7 deal really, really cannot be beat)

Kilt: vintage

Cardigan: vintage

Shoes: F21

Bag: Chanel, vintage