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.
This is what I wore the other day with my new pair of light gray, silk, high-waisted trousers that can double up and go undercover as pajama pants... the transition from work to play (er, sleep) has never been easier. At 50% off, I don't mind taking them to the drycleaners every once in a while after waking up in them wrinkled, haha. We actually just finished moving a pile of 10+ garbage bags full of old clothes that we're either sending to the Philippines or donating here locally - which ultimately makes me feel good - but also now gives me a blank wall to take full photos in front of. Should make use of it soon... or maybe not. For now I hope you're satisfied with a third of me and only a description of said pants. Moving on, tonight I have the worst migraine ever which seems to be a 2-day permanent thing even despite taking the maximum amount of Advil's allowed within these 48hrs, so I'm staying in and cuddling with myself. If that's not going to cure it then I don't know what I'm doing wrong...
Brought home these three beauties last Monday and they've been on my fingers since. Seeing as how they were obviously created in the image of the incredibly coveted Yves Saint Laurent Arty Rings (or so I'd like to think), I thoughtfully photographed them atop Stefano Pilati's pages in my "100 Contemporary Fashion Designers" Taschen. Sure, they may not be the real deal but for like... 1/10th of the price, they dutifully attract the attention of my colleagues while my hands flail around writing notes and manage to catch some stares from customers while I ring them thru at till.
YSL-inspired rings, Forever 21.
New year, new gear. A little late to make it's debut on here, but the Boyfriend got me a dope Christmas present that ya'll will appreciate: a refurbished Polaroid camera! Just when the world had started to lose hope in instant photography and right as Poladroid-ing 
was actually starting to become a verb in my vocabulary – he comes and assures me that all is not lost by gifting me with my very own old-school, legit Spectra 1200 FF. But what good is the camera, without the appropriate film, right? We all witnessed the near-extinction of its production entirely, but thankfully now it's just limited, but expensive, which as we all know come hand in hand. Basic economics. I have a total of 50 shots and have thus far only used three. Obviously, I'm being very picky with who/what gets one: "Hey, take one of my huge red zit!" Gross, Lil Bro. Expect to see more exclusive and meaningful shots from my new toy in the near future.
