Sunday, October 30, 2005

Stella McCartney

So does anyone else hate H&M right now? This is the most infuriating and awful flash site I've come across in awhile. It's irritating me.

I'm not very taken by the collection either. It's very eighties, and reminds me of the pain and suffering that was elementary school. The skinny jeans would never be a friend of mine, and the zippered hems remind me of when my older brother got his first after school job selling crappy jeans at Thrifties. I have seen a terrifying satin onesie (also: no. Thre are two articles of clothing that are allowed to be one piece: dresses and swimsuits. Nothing else.), and an embroidered sweater that I'm pretty sure my great aunt Josie gave me when I was seven. Some of the coats and sweaters for this collection are kind of cute, but their cuteness is in the fact that they epitomize generica.

I've never been much of a Stella McCartney fan, and considering that I could get nicer clothes for a comparable price at Tristan I don't see the bother.

Also, there is one H&M in Canada. It's in Toronto. So, you know, effort and all.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Baby did a bad bad thing

I, uh, I did some bad, bad things today. Or at least bad bad things when you consider that I am in no way the primary breadwinner of this household.

I guess it's a good thing I don't live alone. Because if given the choice between groceries and shoes and/or books, I would cheerfully subsist on ramen while admiring my feet/prose. It's just a tic.

Anyway. Today I took a trip to the utterly sublime Gravity Pope. I try not to go to Gravity Pope too often, because it is the siren song of shoe shops. Full of fun, funky, hard to find (in Canada, at least) shoes that are all exorbitantly priced for someone who still has student loan debts.

But I went. And I commited credit card sin. But, like most sin, it was so damn good.

Kowalski boots ($355 CND). They are... they are sublime. I have several skirts that will showcase them to their finest. I'm a little nervous about wearing them on ice, but I don't care too much. These are date boots, I will always have an arm to cling to.

Mosquito boots in lime ($355 CND). They are green! And they make me think of the Beatles! And they!!! Uh... I can't justify this. In any way at all. But I have at least two weeks until the credit card bill arrives. Then I will have to explain.

Camper "twin" ($167.99 sale price CND). They were on sale. And I've been eyeing them for quite awhile. They were actually the reason I ventured it. And escaped almost a month's worth of mortgage poorer.

But it's not like I spent both mortgage and condo fees. Right?

Thursday, October 06, 2005

The problem with working from home, living in a new city, and being too lazy to join any social groups (I think they need Brownies for adults. I never had problems making friends when I was a kid, but now the only time I ever come in contact with another adult female human being, we're usually both naked in the locker room of the YMCA. Awkward.) is that I have to rely on my boyfriend to make friends, and then introduce me to their mates. Most of the people I've met in the past few months have been perfectly nice, mostly engineers who just smile in a dazed sort of way when I explain my line of work, but they're nice.

Yesterday, my boyfriend brought home Thai food, one of the management people, and his girlfriend. The woman was probably my age (24) or a little younger, and we were standing in the kitchen trying to think of things we had in common (Canadian Idol and The O.C. Mock me if you must.). I was standing there with an aluminum carton of pad thai in my hand when she suddenly says "feel my breast."

"Pardon?"

"Feel my breast. It's not weird."

It was, but for some reason I still reached out and poked her rock hard breast.

"----- paid for it," she informed me. We stood there staring at each other for a few seconds, having lived in a somewhat crappy part of Toronto for so many years, I don't think I've even seen a breast implant in person before. "I'm also getting botox," she added manner-of-factly. "It's a preventative measure."

And then she went back to unpacking the food like nothing had happened.

I can't quite figure out what the point of that exchange was. Was she implying that my B-cups and moving face were somehow an atrocity? Or is it like when you spend far too much money on a handbag or pair of shoes that are so understated no one appreciates how expensive and understated they really are, and it starts to irritate you that no one gets how awe-inspiring your taste is.

It was weird.

Saturday, October 01, 2005

Still here but living in the past

So I'm not dead. Six (seven?) months after the move, I've finally finished the unpacking. It wasn't anything too major we had left, but we have a little storage cubicle in the basement, and we just shoved our boxes in there and forgot about them. Work has been a little slow lately, so I've been downstairs digging through the boxes and figuring out what to toss and to keep (I also found a box completely filled with booze, and both my boyfriend and I are kind of amazed at what lushes we must have looked like to the moving company). Midway through the clean up, I came across a few boxes of my old college possessions, which I hadn't unpacked from when I graduated from university and moved into my apartment in Toronto. So I've spent the last few weeks shifting through old clothes (mostly zip up cable knit cardigans and jeans, but I've found some old home made message T-shirts that I accused my mother of throwing out my senior spring break. Colour me embarrassed) posters from my dorm room (later crappy off-campus apartment with silverfish in the bathtub), thrift store/relative gifted cooking utensils, and- be still my heart- books. I've been reading books that I didn't even bother to read when, you know, my midterm grade rested solely on them. I never sold my books back because they paid a pittance for them, so even if I hated the class, I kept them out of spite.

This entry has nothing to do with fashion. So here's a link to Frilly Lizard. It's not nearly as exciting as the store is, but it'll do. And if you're ever in the Golden Horseshoe area, it's worth the drive.

I'm going to go read 'Oedipus Rex' now. For the first time.