My love affair/Fall 2010 RTW

My hair currently smells like a mixture of this and this.

I have a love affair with Lush.

When I lived in Toronto, whenever I walked past the Lush store in the Eaton Centre (as it is right next to the Dundas subway station entrance) I would always take a deep whiff. It smelled amazing. Late last year I discovered that the Lush website accepts Paypal... and I ordered so much product. For days after I moved in my bathroom smelled like a Lush store, which was amazing.

I currently use the Squeaky Green Shampoo (link above) and the Jungle conditioner (also linked above). On my body I use the Ice Blue soap. At the end of the day I wash my face with the Herbalism skin cleanser, and then moisturize with Gorgeous (although I'm going to try out a less expensive moisturizer once this runs out because $85!? holy fuck!).

Basically, I'm a Lush junkie. I love the products, I love the smell, I love their commitment to charities and the environment (this is coming from someone who does not own plastic wrap or ziploc bags... and only RELUCTANTLY bought garbage bags last night).

Speaking of quirky segue into the next topic (in an attempt to condense two posts into one): Fashion Week! ... is over. I've been too busy cheering on Team Canada and moving into das Haus to pay much attention, however, over the next few days I'll be looking at the collections on Style.com and giving you, my lack of readers, my opinions. :)

Fall 2010 Ready to Wear:

And this is just what I've seen so far.

Vivienne Westwood Red Label: To be honest, at first I was kind of mleh about this collection, but these ensembles in particular stood out. I LOVE the giant heart belt, and off-the-shoulder dresses. I love how playful and relaxed the third outfit is (you can see the bottom on the shirt under the sparkly skirt!) and the model is totally loving it, too. Plus, chunky leg warmers? A trend after my own heart.

Betsey Johnson: I will always have a soft spot for Betsey Johnson, and this collection made me smile. :D Old West! Girls with mustaches! Male models in striped jail pajamas! I love the bird hat on the first girl (and would definitely wear one/need to make one, ASAP) and normally I feel ankle-length dresses are too old (I never hopped on the maxi dress trend) but I love the shape and pattern of the centre one- it takes that style and adds a bit of girly (in the cap sleeves) and punky (in the black & red stripes). Plus the bright red boots! heart heart. I'm definitely feeling the all-white suit on the third girl (cane, mustache and small dog included).

3.1 Phillip Lim: This collection had pretty colours, but nothing really stood out for me except the awesome sheer asymmetrical coverings that many of the models were wearing. Note to self: Find sheer fabric, hop on this trend for fall. Love!

I'm going to be going through the photos bit by bit and hopefully will cover most of my favourite designers in a short amount of time. :3

(all photos are from http://www.style.com/)

Need some rest!

It's been a long week already, and it's only Wednesday.

The good news is that I got my busted work computer replaced, and the new keyboard is a dreeeaaaam to type on. :) The bad news is, well, I'm at work. At least I have CBC to keep me company.

Also, it's snowing those big white fluffy snowflakes that are AWESOME.

So Saturday was fun. I don't remember most of it. I got kind of trashed kind of early, and spent most of the night sitting on the floor, babbling incoherently. At least I got to see Soul Mate, and K&K.

Some drama, but that's a given. The Dude's friends caused it, mostly. Get out of the f'in corner and go socialize holy shit.

I had to clean up by myself but was rewarded with lots of leftover beer. Locked myself out on Monday (another victory for das Haus), and slept in today, but otherwise life has been rather uneventful. I'm currently pretending to work while I study FASHION!

Anyway!

IMPORTANT NEWS ITEMS FOR THE DAY!

1. When I was a kid, we were aware that any sports/school trips/extra curricular activities were a privilege, not a right, and if you fucked up they could easily be taken away as punishment. I've been following the retarded kids on all of these GTA hockey teams as they beat each other up on the ice and in the locker room, and I can't believe how many people still think that these kids deserve to play hockey. No wonder why society is going down the drain.
2. Andy Barrie is leaving Metro Morning after 15 years of helping Canada wake up. As long as Linden MacIntyre is still on The Current I think my love of CBC Radio will live on. Best of luck to Mr. Barrie in the future!
3. In lighter news JOE FRESH SPRING/SUMMER 2010 HOLY CRAAAAP. I realize that these pictures were put up aaaages ago, but the Joe website is getting an overhaul to promote the new line TOMORROW and I thought I'd just make mention of it here.

What I love:

Pink pants!
Gingham mini dress! Also, the fishnet knee-highs.
Flower shirts! I love love love texture.
This jacket- I really hope it is a part of the in-store line and not just runway.

What I hate:

Man leg.

Clogs.

I realize that this is just the runway collection and the store collection may be completely different, but seriously. That is a lot of man leg. And for a brand that normally embraces a traditional idea of manly (plaid shirt, work jeans, nothing too too fancy) I found it a little off-putting.

The rest of the collection is nice but not really worth mentioning.

All in all: Good jaerb, and you'll be receiving lots of my money the next time I get to Superstore.

I am Sancho.

Some photos from the party.

Update later. Need to get to work.

In other news.

I took a little inspiration from Tavi in my outfit this morning.

This is what I'm wearing today... except the Roxy top is white with blue birds, not the other way around.

Anyway,

Lost a small battle to the house the other day. For a building that's supposed to be "really well insulated" it gets awfully cold. I threw up some curtains into open doorways and when I'm in the living room I usually keep the curtains and all of the other doors shut.

I went into the bathroom to take a shower and decided to turn on the little heater in there. Lo and behold, when I went to move the boxes that are currently haphazardly shoved into that room, I discovered that the heater was already goddamn on! In a fit of environmental rage (and frugality) I turned off the heater and proceeded to shower without it.

Five minutes later, I throw open the shower curtain and reach for my hand when I notice that not only is it COLD in there, I can see my fucking breath. I'm surprised icicles didn't instantly form on my arm as soon as I moved it outside of the warm confines of the shower. I grab the closest towel, a dingy little hand towel that is oft forgotten, and shut the curtain again as quickly as possible, trying to preserve what warm air I had left from the shower. I tried as best I could to dry myself with a tiny 6-inch-square piece of fabric that spends most of its days hanging limply from a sad towel rack next to the toilet. Needless to say I only got a small portion of one limb dry before the towel gave up and fell dramatically to the ground with a wet "sploosh" sound.

But I was not defeated yet. I remembered my housecoat! The pink fluffy monstrosity that my mother had purchased me years before (along with a pair of pink fuzzy slipper boots)! It lay on the ground, within reach, and would protect me from the cold for the split second that I had to run from the shower to the door. I wrapped the fuzziness around myself as best I could, threw open the shower curtain, took that first step... and...

Tripped. I accidentally caught my foot on the tub and lost my balance, effectively slamming my face into the cold, hard, grimy bathroom tile. My poorly-secured fuzzy pink housecoat fluttered open and my chest received the full force of the impact. My arms shot out to try to secure any sort of leverage to no avail, and my legs flailed uselessly behind me, trying to defy gravity and gain footing on any surface within kicking distance.

I lay, defeated, face down on the bathroom floor until my body realizes that holy fuck this floor is cold, somehow managed to find that footing and leverage that was unavailable during my fall, and booted ass out of the door. I slammed the door shut, leaned against it and started imagining what life will be like without a bathroom. Before my mind could roam to the unpleasant decision of which corner shall now serve as my toilet, and what kind of dish soap would make a less horrible shampoo, I suddenly remembered the items left behind, including my awesome salon-quality hair dryer, and my absolutely favourite La Vie en Rose bra, and realized that by fighting das Haus, I had risked all and lost. I quickly got dressed and, tail in between my legs, walked to work, my damp hair freezing in the chilly outside temperatures.

The entire day I tried not to imagine what life would be like, and I skulked home only to find that The Dude had been the brave one and gone back into the bathroom to rescue my belongings and turn the heat back on.

That is how I was defeated by the house. And also, why I love The Dude.

In 20 minutes, give or take, it will be The Dude's 22nd birthday. As such, I'm drinking as much coffee as I can while his birthday cake is baking in the oven, so it may be ready for when he gets home from work at 3:30 AM.

(Reprayzentin' the CBC!)

Merry Weekend, Everybody!

Suddenly Social

I grew up on the far end of town. Despite many peoples claims to the contrary, yes, it DOES take 40 minutes to walk to the beach, OK? At least it's a 40 minute walk and not a 40 minute drive (speaking of, I've never lived away from water... but more on that later).

Nobody wants to walk that far. Also, most of my friends don't drive, so it was always a pain for any of us to get together during the winter because it gets cold and damp and generally unpleasant to be outside in the winter (that's what I get for living next to the lake!) and who wants to walk 40 minutes in that?

So as soon as I pick myself up and move myself downtown, greatly increasing my living space because I no longer am confined to my room, suddenly everyone wants to come visit. I'm surprised at how many friends I actually have (last facebook count was around 199, but that is including the people I only keep on there because they have great style or cool tattoos). If I were to have an ACTUAL friend count of the people I talk to regularly/go visit/have visit me, it would probably be closer to 20. 20 people I would consider to be friends.

But this is not a rant about my lack of social life. This is about the week long housewarming party that I seem to be having.

Behold!

Mind you the less-blurry figure on the couch is The Dude, who has been my faithful companion since Christmas '08.
REGARDLESS, AI (who is standing) has been flaking off my attempts to hang out since October. This is the second night I spent at the house, and suddenly I am cool to hang out with.

Why didn't I think of this in high school? First you get das Haus, then you get die Freunde.

Also: Sunday, The Dude was gone to the grocery store so he could make me a kickin' rad Valentine's Dinner, and I was lazing about watching Futurama when Most Stylish Friend called me. I call her this because she is, obviously, Most Stylish, not only of all my friend but in my opinion of everyone I have ever met/seen pictures of. I only wish I thought to get a picture of her failing at Beatles Rock Band because it was not only a) hilarious but also, b) Most Stylish. Love it!

Monday was sombre, as it was Family Day and nothing was goddamn open. I lounged around in my pajamas and did homework which The Dude played Fallout 3. Perfection.

Tuesday was my first wholly alone night! Actually not true I went to my parents and my dad cooked me a steak and we watched Womens Snowboard Cross, where Maelle Ricker won gold. Good for her. I did however get to chat with Soul Mate, which I don't get to do much since she picked up and moved back to Toronto, the big jerk.

Yesterday was vurrrryyy busy indeed, not just with my work computer DYING and resulting in me using the student computer which is OLD and SLOW as SHIT, but with talking to buds and making plans. Little KT and I planned Wednesday is Spaghetti Dinner. Not-Sheila and I planned Thursday night get-together (BTW I need to do dishes before anybody else comes to my house) and I might FINALLY be seeing Jeff (no nickname) because he's been in MANITOBA since JANUARY doing TRAINING and WHY the CAPS? I don't know.

Saturday is The Dude's 22 birthday, which is taking place at my house. I'm getting K&K down from Toronto Friday, which makes me happy, because they are my favourites and I haven't seen them since New Years when I barfed all over Chester subway station. We'll see how this event turns out, and pictures will follow!

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And now, because I am so self-obsessed, here are some more pictures of das Haus.

The oreos were for the dessert I was making... until I realized that I didn't have a measuring cup and had to get The Dude to drive me ALL THE WAY TO SUPERSTORE to pick one up. And a baking sheet. Fuck, this is expensive.

Please find the lovely Dana Scully!

I love these! I have them on all of the cupboards above the sink.

And a bonus shot of delicious, delicious Valentine's dinner.