Encounters

Sunday, June 6, 2010. 
Rendezvous at 115 Street and Jasper. 
He came incognito.
And stood his ground.

The victory was sweet. 
So was the grass, apparently.

Summer lovin’

Things I’m loving at the moment:


1) My new pair of JCrew espadrilles, which were gifted to me by a very generous (and very stylish) friend. Espadrilles seem to be making something of a fashion comeback at the moment, if the shoe department at Winners is anything to go by, so I am (inadvertently this time) on top of the trends. The best part about these ones is the lime green ribbon, don’t you think?
I consider these my consolation prize for the espadrilles I coveted but didn’t get. Check them out:

I saw these Stuart Weitzman beauties a few weeks ago at the Winners on Calgary Trail, and immediately fell head over heels (haha). The price put a damper on things quickly, though: $139. I hemmed and hawed, and walked away empty-handed. And then they were gone. Sad face.


2) President’s Choice Cotton Candy ice cream (from the Ice Cream Parlour Flavours line). Yummier than 99% of actual ice-cream parlour flavours. Go. Now. Buy some. You can thank me later.


3) The classic chignon – aka the messy updo. I’m part-way through the tedious process of growing out my hair, and I’m roughly in the “Arrghh, I Can’t Stand It Anymore … And For The Love of God Not Another Ponytail Day Again” phase. This is where the chignon comes in handy. I’m a complete klutz when it comes to hair, but with enough bobby pins I can just manage to put it up in a way that looks almost intentionally-messy. Which is kinda the whole point; hence, why it’s a viable hairdo for yours truly to attempt. As a recent much-needed pick-me-up, I got a ribbon hair clip at Club Monaco to accessorize my updo. It’s a little bit glitzy, but within close range of “office appropriate” … don’t you think?



Love, love, love

How much do I love this dress?
 
                                                                                                            Erdem s/s 2010
A lot. Indecently so. It is the marriage of florals and beige, and I am teary-eyed in the front pew. I want to grow old with this dress, and by that I mean that you couldn’t pry it from my cold, dead hands with a crow bar. I am sure I could never be unhappy in this dress; life would be one never-ending tea party with egg-salad sandwiches and scones and lemon squares and cupcakes that never made you fat and a white bunny dressed in tails who gave you presents and let you pet his ears and told you not to worry about car repair bills.
Did I mention how much I love this dress?