“duh duh da duh…deep in the heart of Texas!”

Naturally, the above title has absolutely nothing to do with the content of this post. Just thought I’d get your attention…has it worked?

I’ve been painfully reluctant to share an outfit post as of late because of poor presentation. I know that a few things will need to change from herein…it’s just finding the time to make those changes that is the problem. Finding the time to force my lazy ass to write something on a particularly consistent basis is also a problem, one that I hope to strategically correct and one that works out for everyone. And by everyone, I mean me. I digress. The things that will need to change include the following;

investing into a tripod and remote: the “self-portraits” of me in the mirror trying to casually balance myself while keeping the camera in focus in simply ludicrous…bordering on sad.

putting more effort into accessorizing: that’s supposed to be an advantage to this fashion blogging journey, exploring my wardrobe choices while taking “risks”, pushing “boundaries” and winning the Nobel Peace Prize in the process.

occasionally using a photographer: allowing for my high-fashion magazine-worthy editorials to display varying angles. Of course keeping in line with my life philosophy to be consistently inconsistent. I practice such a thing regularly.

And the most important one of all…

blog more regularly: like a bowel movement. Somewhat contradicts with my life philosophy though.

ANYWAY. I unwillingly present to you two products of an unexpected shopping spree. I bought more…but will show that another day…maybe. The vibrant lime-green racer back is from Zara. It has a cute gold zipper in the back…but I couldn’t photograph that being photographer-less and all. The first outfit, I wore to an informal job interview and felt great! I LOVE the Anthropologie skirt and Nine West pumps I wore it with. The second outfit features graphic-print silk pants from Club Monaco that I had to have. I wore this to the OIFF Kick-Off Party a couple of moons (that’s weeks, right?) ago. You can see some photos I took on Ottawa Fashion Week Facebook page and my coverage of the event here.

Zara tank, Anthropologie skirt, Mango cardigan, Nine West pumps

Zara tank / CM pants & blazer / Aldo shoes

Enough with the self-portraits.

Aaaaannnnddddd….that’s all folks.


the wheels on the bus go round and round…

image hyperlinked - Mickey G on Flckr

As of late, I have been forced into using public transportation to make the trek to and from work, or anywhere in between. Of course, at first, I was not at all thrilled with the idea. I remember when, ions (read: one year) ago, the bus was my only mode of transportation. I reluctantly relied on the non air-conditioned, multi-smell, large waiting room on wheels, to bring me to my destinations on time. I hated it. I despised the bus…and for the most part its bus folk.

It really is a waiting room on wheels. People from all walks of life (well, depending on which bus one takes) waiting for the journey to end, to make it to their stop. All gazes fixedly out the window; music blaring from headphones; mobile devices mere inches from noses; dog-eared pages of old novels; folded newspapers; a baby crying incessantly; a crazy yelling obscenities at passersby; that group of unnecessarily rowdy prepubescent boys and/or girls; the man who forgot to shower, once…or twice…or a few times.  Ah yes, good ‘ol bus folk.

Despite all the brouhaha that one often experiences when riding the bus, I must admit that I kinda of, sort of, not really, but almost, dare I say…missed it? Allow me to explain: one does not stand to witness the diversity that lies within their own city if solely exposed to the confines of one’s vehicle or place of work or big-box grocery chain. However when taking the bus, and as mentioned earlier, one is exposed to people from all walks of life and truly gets a taste of their city’s diversity. Though this may not be true for all other cities in Canada and beyond, I certainly believe it to be so for Ottawa.

These past couple of days, I’ve had the delight of visually indulging in the diversity that one can find by taking the bus. On more than one occasions did I wish I had my camera to snap a shot of that woman’s vintage dress, or that man’s three-piece suit, or that girl’s Trilby or that young woman’s entire look. No, such events (spotting someone’s unique style) do not occur often, but when they do, they bring a smile to my face, making the dreary journey worthwhile. Ah yes, good ol’ bus folk.

Share your bus experience. Good? Bad? Happy? Sad?

onwards & upwards

I’m not even going to bring up my disturbing absence this past month and a half…let’s just move forward shall we? Start anew, if I may?

Artistic Director for Moschino, Rosella Jardini

The image above was taken last June by the lovely and ever so talented Garance Doré. I remember thinking that I wish I could stay this chic when I grew older. The crisp blue shirt with collar casually popped, tailored white pants and statement jewelry.

Industrial-strength iron, anyone? White denim wrinkles a no-no.

I heart my MK watch and vintage Dior belt...a little too much.

I drew from Garancé’s photo, inspiration for my outfit for an evening of “light” shopping yesterday; I say light because it only lasted 1.5 hours instead of the usual 3-5. Recently, I’ve kept my retail therapy to a bare minimum and happened to go a little overboard. And rightly so, I was indulging for a special occasion – an event I was given the privilege of attending. More on that another time…

Back to the outfit – I love the colours! So fresh and invigorating. My mood took a turn for the better with this ensemble…or perhaps that was due to the high I felt from handing the sales associate my credit card. Either way, I felt great. On top of the world! The perfect get-up for running errands; casual yet chic, put together, but not too much. A little side note: I feel like this would have been better worn with a pair of gladiators, instead of the gold flip-flops I had to opt for. I currently am not in possession of a pair of gladiators– I guess I’ll have to make another shopping trip for a pair…or two.