Honey Slides

Today's photos, taken of course by the spectacular G, kind of perfectly illustrate how my [seemingly] obligatory October Canadiana obsession is kicking in, which is as unsurprising of an event as always considering I go through it most every year when the leaves start to turn. In short, it consists of the urge wear a lot of destroyed denim and plaid, not comb my hair (which is generally hidden under one of my various fur trapper hats anyways), listen to nothing but Neil Young, and spend the majority of my spare time sitting in parks. Thankfully for me, this year it's actually kind of in style, so I don't look like a total sentimentalist loser when wandering about. Thank goodness for the fickleness of the fashion industry sometimes.

Yesterday I wore my favourite cowboy boots on the face of the planet, which made me insufferably happy. Why, you may ask? Well, for a couple of reasons and, since this is my tiny space on the internet, I see no reason as to why I shouldn't delve into them.
Firstly, they are unrivaled in their excellency at making that crunch noise when walking through a pile of leaves. And I know that I'm not the only one out there who loves that sound, as from what I've heard there's an entire facebook group devoted to similarly-minded folk.
Secondly and even more importantly, my wonderful suede boots are a hand-me-down from a friend's mom who was a pretty gosh darn rad redhead back in the day (and, come to think of it, still is), and basically became acquainted with Neil Young in what may or may not have been these boots. Oh yeah, and they're also in superb condition. Aren't well-kept sartorial items with a wicked history the most awesome thing ever? (I'm hearing a resounding "yes!" in my head right now to my obvious and rhetorical question)
The long weekend may be over, and I may currently be on a spending ban which is KILLING ME, but I'm devoted to making this week the best week possible. There's no better weather in the world than what we've got going on right now (Toronto actually looks pretty for once, which is a marvel in and of itself) and, in consideration of the fact that this generally only lasts for 2.5 milliseconds until unbearable winter grossness hits, why not revel in it as much as humanly possible?
Wearing

Sweater: Club Monaco

Tank: Chinatown, DIY-ed with studs...yeah, I totally had a little studding party on my balcony this weekend

Jeans: I don't know, the tags are worn off

Boots: handed down from someone unarguably way cooler than myself

Bad As They Seem

So I've decided to steal G's plaid shirt for good after mucking about in it all day long today and hence realizing it to be the most comfortable, warm, lightweight and awesome article of clothing I've ever worn. I'm unsure as to how he's going to feel about this considering he probably likes it too, but then again what's the point of having a boyfriend with a majorly extensive collection of plaid shirts if not to take them out for yourself every once and a while?
This morning I woke up asking "is it still cold outside?" completely forgetting for a brief but wonderful moment that it will in fact STILL be this cold and colder for months and months to come. Does anyone have any good suggestions for tropical vacation destinations? The first time of the year I hear on the radio that it will be "minus-whatever temperature" is always a sad day, and this year I also plan for it to be the day I book a plane ticket off to someplace warm for a short while.
G and I are off to pick up a bunch of new furniture we impulsively bought over the weekend and, as far as impulse buys go, I suppose nice furniture is better than yet another dress of pair of boots that I don't need. Or not. I haven't purchased anything even remotely clothes related in about two weeks now and I'll be the first to admit that it sucks.

Wearing
Plaid shirt: G's, American Eagle I think?
Tank: Chinatown
Leggings: Aritzia
Boots: Urban Original
Bag: vintage

13 O'Clock

Yesterday evening was not quite as eventful as the one prior to it, but it was nonetheless enjoyable in a really subdued, laid-back way. G and I made some dinner, did some laundry, organized finances and did all of that other stuff which unfortunately has a tendency towards reminding you that you are not even close to being a child anymore and that you are, for all intensive purposes, a proper adult.
I certainly don't feel like an adult most of the time, but I suppose that it is reasonably comforting to know that I am and that it's really not as bad as I thought it might be. I feel as though I'm really coming to understand the whole 'you're only as old as you feel' adage on some intrinsic level...at the same time, I'm considering purchasing this Lancome nonsense because I'm pretty sure I'll have a change of heart about the whole matter at the onset of my first fine line.
At a certain point last night I grew a bit tired of the grown-up activities and responsibilities and as such cajoled G into coming to the park with me to sit on the expansive grass lawn, drink iced teas and basically do nothing but enjoy sitting and drinking iced teas. It's not as though we have year-round summer here, so why stay in the apartment and let any moment of the nice weather pass us by, right? Mind you I didn't even notice that the pattern of the dress I donned nearly blended in with the actual scenery until we sat down and G started to click away. Silliness on my part ensued, as per the photograph above. Here's to hoping that all of you are having as nice of a week as we are!

Wearing

Dress: H&M

Belt: vintage

Shoes: Nine West

Bag: vintage

Dead Flowers

As I became increasingly conscious of my recent monochromatic 'rut', last night I decided to shake things up drastically by dressing in direct opposition to the way I have been for the past few days...fur, florals, a bejewelled fascinator, and shiny shoes just felt right for a change, though it's pretty rare even on my zaniest of days to find me wearing all of these pieces at once. So I arrived home from work, did a mental "to hell with it!" in front of my closet and piled my favourite things onto my body. This is my first time wearing the faux fur vest, which I have deemed July 2008's Most Awesome Goodwill Find - not only is it in spectacular condition and the kind of piece I have dreamed of having for years, it was also $5...does it really get better than that?
This decision of mine seemed to warrant staring and slack-jawed gawking everywhere G and I went, which I don't get at all...really, it's just clothing. Don't get me wrong, I obviously love fashion and think that clothing and style are much more indicative of a person's psychological make-up than most give them credit for being; at the same time, it's mostly all fun and games, isn't it? The very fact that $40,000 handbags and their $40 knockoff counterparts co-exist on the same planet must prove that on some level. It's not that I actually care what the Sketchers-wearing masses (yes, I have an inexplicable hate on for Sketchers which I can't even think about attempting to make sense of) think of me or the way I look, though - bottom line, I just don't understand why they care to begin with.
Anyways. I'm kind of in love with the way last night's photos turned out. Particularly the ones with the blue-ish light in the background, which I maintain looks almost like a spaceship landing if one doesn't focus on the actual object too much...

Wearing

Vest: vintage

Dress: H&M

Shoes: Juicy Couture

Bag: Kathy Van Zeeland

Hairpiece: yet another piece of memorabilia from my figure skating days...my love for sequins, all things shiny and hence figure skating was borne after seeing Kristi Yamaguchi in a yellow sequined dress on TV - I find it highly unsurprising that my glitterbug ways have continued long past my activity in the sport.

Only Shallow

The boots finally arrived!!! Thanks to international shipping and Canada Post's nightmarish service standard the delivery of the boots took much longer than expected, but that's alright and I'm over it because they are also quite a bit more stunning than I suspected they would be in real life.
The thing I love about a pair of boots like these, amongst a million other things, is that one can wear exclusively basics save for the footwear, and the outfit still comes out looking interesting and planned. Such is the case with last evening's ensemble: when I tore open the shipping box I was all at once intimidated and joyful at the prospect of wearing them...but yeah, I will not pretend that the intimidation factor wasn't there somewhat.
Oh, and I still stand by my strongly held belief that they look like figure skates. Regardless of the fact that I went way basic with my clothing so that the boots could hog the attention which they intrinsically command, I did attempt to incorporate a little bit of this in with the bowed ribbon in my hair which I tore off an old tutu gathering dust in my closet. G believes they look more like stripper shoes, which I can kind of see the logic in, so perhaps I'm sending off some kind of figure-skater-who-streetwalks-to-be-able-to-afford-the-best-Russian-coach-in-the-world-who-will-help-her-achieve-her-Olympic-dream vibe? God I hope not, but even if I do, whatever. I am of the mind that the awesomeness of the boots outweighs any negative connotation that could potentially be associated with them.
I believe that these are actually going to be easier to wear in the fall and winter (well, the parts of winter when there's not horrendous grey slush and ice everywhere you turn) with opaque tights as per the following Teen Vogue editorial, which I have no idea when or where I found, but have nonetheless dubbed "Canadiana Chic" in one of my many desktop folders. Mind you my new boots aren't closed-toe, beige/black, or Marc Jacobs for that matter, but potato-potahhhto as they say.
As a brief reprieve from my boot diatribe: it was rainy, staying-in kind of weather last night, so in lieu of that I made the best pizza in the entire universe of all time last night. No, seriously.

Wearing

Top and bandeau: American Apparel

Jeans: Moto

Boots: Urban Original

Hair ribbon: mine