My unwashed hair and messy room are so not blogworthy right now, I apologize... but I figured with the rainbow it is. You'll be happy to know that I recently won my very first (of probably many) Ebay bid consisting of a battle between me and some other dude which I thought was quite exhilarating. I am so competitive! Thankfully I prevailed... the new app combined with my madd skills make for a winning team so now I have a $6 wireless camera remote coming my way. Oh the opportunities that will come about without having to run back and forth to press the shutter! Inside, outside, whatever (as long as I'm in direct line-of-sight and only 16ft away, supposedly haha). I love how Calgary weather is just so unpredictable: this morning the trees were frosted with white stuff then by the time I got out of lectures Mr. Sunshine had made it all go away. Time to pull out the sunnies! I've decided to give my Ray Ban's a longer spring break before I use the shit out of them again this summer, so these cat-eyes substitute for the classic wayfarer silhouette perfectly (purrfectly?). To be honest I never thought I'd be able to rock such frames but I'm in love and apparently all of Alexander Wang and Linda Farrow's wannabe friends are too this season... so I bought 2 pairs. One for me and one for... you?
Have I ever told you guys that I still don't do my own laundry? Well it's partly true, but mostly embarrassing. Anyways, my mom has been gone in the Philippines for almost 2 weeks now and so I decided I would hand-wash some of my shit myself... you know, just to be safe with the ones that are a little bit more on the delicate side which happen to be most of my Wilfred tops. Like, for example: this light blue silk button-up. I washed it along with this other hot pink pocket tank... and they soaked together in the sink for a good hour before I checked back on them. Funny because I should know better, especially since I tell people all the time that our test colors bleed, blah, blah. My initial reaction was to tell myself you're an idiot, but now that I look at it a little more... with the light shining thru it... I find it rather dreamy. I like to laugh at my mistakes and I'm totally still gunna wear it.
My right ear (just the one, remember?) is obsessed with those twisted ones. Also, since taking these photos just last week, there's already been a slew of new and inexpensive additions being strung on my t-bar... which are now just hanging out with the rest of the family until I stop favoring this one pair. Similar to what I learn in Anthropology: investing in one offspring is at the cost of the parent's ability to invest in another. Only in this case, earrings... and not little monkey babies. Yeah? No. This is just a phase, I swear.
I just recently realized that I had stopped wearing earrings for the past couple of Fall months. Strange. I've since taken a complete u-turn and been on the constant lookout for things to adorn my little ears and have even decided that I actually want more holes in them... yikes. Sorry mom. Anyways, I'll just show you this pair for now; I bought these fat, silver pellets to wear everyday and to basically just act as fillers. Meaning, I'll just wear one in the left since I'm totally into this whole 'wearing one long earring and having my hair behind my right ear' thing. Don't know where I picked that up from but it's dangling on with me for sure throughout this Spring.
PS. Who knows how to do palm readings? I used my macro lens to take the photos of these little guys and they brought out every little line!
Boyfriend and I went thrift shopping a couple of weeks ago and for once we both came out with some dope, new but previously loved stuff. He gripped a denim jacket for under $10, while I left the place with a much-needed necklace stand (I'm sick of untangling shit), an oversized sweater and to top it all off: these time pieces. They were all squished into the tiniest little Ziploc bag as a set and locked up in the glass display case right by the cashiers, which to me seemed kind of unnecessary at first because they're definitely all broken and and no longer ticking anyways. But then I thought, another persons junk is another persons treasure remember? And besides they all technically got it right at most two times a day and that's good enough for me.
The 2nd best thing about this short trip was that even though it was work-related (and expenses paid), it totally didn't feel like it. Funny cause I just got my cheque from the last pay period and it surprised me because I had expected it to be way lower as if I had taken a vacation over Reading Week but duh, I still managed to kick in a good 30hrs while I was there. Besides being able to go out in the Village before or after our shifts, we were also all given a full day off to spend at our leisure - with the exception of working around the scheduled time in our itinerary for attending an Olympic Event. Everyone that got sent out were given tickets to see one (Thank you BH!), depending on what was happening around the time of your waves. I got to go see the Ladies Alpine Downhill skiing, which was a Medal Event happening at Whistler's own Creekside hills:
Having been open for only a couple of years now, both the Aritzia and TNA stores in Whistler couldn't have had better timing to make it big with the Olympics bringing in people from all over the world (see next post) to it's tiny town. You actually have to keep an eye out for them, since they're tucked away in the middle of souvenir shops and I'm not gunna lie... even I missed them my first time around the village, walked right past them and got lost. With that being said, foot traffic isn't even close to being as crazy as what we were all used to from back home (especially for the TO girls), and even though we were all incredibly excited to be sent out to help run the store, we all joked around about how they were doing it to give us a break, haha. True or not, it was certainly refreshing to be out of a mall for once and I especially loved the idea of literally being able take a breath of fresh air while running across the street from store to store to grab a size or say what's up. I also fell in love with the whole Whistler mentality that they have going on there: think chill and down for anything, which I was able to feed off of straight from the local girls* there and decided to take home with me. Let's see how well that works out back here in the city, shall we?
