All I Have To Do Is Increase My High Heel Shoe Wearing By 100% by alexismclaren featuring platform boots
Yves Saint Laurent platform boots, $156
Balenciaga wedge boots, $1,235
Diane von Fürstenberg platform high heels, $352
Marni wedge sandals, $710
Christian Louboutin lace up booties, $1,295
L.A.M.B. platform high heels, $238
Luichiny hot pink heels, $90
Chloé round toe high heels, $695
Charlotte Olympia platform wedge heels, $895
Platform high heels, $130
Giuseppe Zanotti platform heels, $1,495
Brian Atwood high heel pumps, $2,114
(photo c/o SilverLeica)
I CANNOT STOP IMAGINING HAVING THIS RIDICULOUSLY GAWDY LOOKING DECORATION ON MY PHONE!!!
JUST PICTURE ME ON BAY STREET (amongst boring power suits) YIMMER YAMMING TO MY PALS ON MY BISCUIT PHONE - YO TROLLING SUGAR DADDIES: COME AT ME, BRO!!!!
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A Willis Bag to call my own
This ASOS Sequined Blazer!!
1 year of UNLIMITED MANICURES
While I'm daydreaming:
Everything about this kitchen
(c/o one of my favourite fashion bloggers, Atlantic Pacific)
In the coming weeks, I have a few things that I'll probably want to elaborate on, including:
- my experiences at my first ever hip hop dance class (this Saturday!)
- my foray into the world of Body Blitz
- an audition I'm attending on Tuesday, where I'll probably end up in a blooper reel
- review of a "procedure" I'm having, that I will become less vague about upon successful completion
UNTIL THEN, SLACKERS!
I was very fortunate as a kid, activity-wise.
I played softball, was a competitive swimmer, dabbled in a bit of Jazz, and then there was my illustrious Equestrian career.
It all started in Grade 6 when my desk mates, Jeanette Johnson and Jennifer Woods became horse crazy.
Jennifer lived on a small farm, and Jeanette was the lucky one with parents who had deep pockets, and big hearts.
Being the third wheel amongst a couple of horse crazy pre-teens was a sight to see, as I was happily dragged along when either of them had a lesson, and after a while it got me thinking.
My mom had grown up around horses (a rich dad who travels on business a lot equals ponies for the better part of your childhood apparently), so I had feeling that it wasn't solely Jeanette and Jennifer's peer pressure that had me adopting such an expensive hobby.
I was hooked instantly.
It's funny some of the intricate details you remember about your childhood (I can easily recite which stall held which school horse at the first barn I attended: CC, Scibbles, Mikey, Beau, Key Largo, Target, Dandy, Merlin, Penny, Zelda, Mrs. Bean, Dreamer)
After years of lessons, and dedicating my weekends to working at the barn - waking up at 5:00am, shovelling horse crap, heaving endless hay bales into the hay loft, and learning to drive a pick up truck at the ripe age of 13 are some of my favourite past times from those years.
Several years, and a few barns later, it happened:
I met my fairy godmother when I was 16.
She was a business associate of my mother's, and she had money to burn (lucky me!)
I'm not sure how it came about (probably a candid conversation between she and my mother), but she propositioned me with an offer I couldn't turn down.
In exchange for doing all the dirty work (researching, training, grooming), she would buy me the horse of my dreams, as long as she could come up to the stable, and feed him carrots to his heart's content.
She was looking for a pet, I was looking for a way to further my love of the sport.
I had the time of my life for the next three years.
Sure, there were some hiccups along the way (him refusing at every jump got old pretty fast), but it was the greatest experience a young girl could ask for.
Soon after I turned 19, I was faced with the hardest decision my young mind had yet to make....it was time to chose a path: college or "professional barn rat".
I know of several women who've chosen the latter, and it makes me think what would have happened had I decided to forgo post-secondary education.
I definitely wouldn't be living where I'm living.
Which leads me to modern day me, and my wanting to dive back into the lifestyle (as a born again equestrienne, not so much the barn rat thing).
HOW THE HELL DOES AN ADULT (with no kids, car, house mind you) AFFORD SUCH AN ACTIVITY?!
Just a quick browse at the two stables in my area, and I'm blown away by the expenses!
I had always had an inkling that it was a money pit (thanks mom and dad!) of a sport, but this is unattainable (unless someone feels like sponsoring a determined, late 20-something that would hock/promote the shit out of whatever you're selling).
This post doesn't really conclude with an epiphany (unless realizing a major overhaul of my finances is necessary - and maybe adding another salary onto what I'm already bringing in), so I present you with....
As I mentioned in September, I signed myself up to receive a monthly Glymm box - and yesterday I received my first shipment!
I've seen countless beauty bloggers / YouTube phenoms recount their latest scores through Glymm (similar to Birchbox for all you U.S of A'ers), so I wanted to see for myself if it was worth it.
How exciting is it to come home after a long day to a) mail, but b) mail you actually drop all of your shit ASAP, in order to open?!
(thankfully I was home alone, as I don't think Marco would've been as excited about this as I was - MAKEUP SAMPLES!)
seasonally themed Jelly Belly jellybeans - duh, I'm already hooked
Vasanti Tokyo Silky eyeshadow (a universally flattering glimmery taupe)
Principessa's Bacio Me Lip Balm (I've been on a mission to "use up all the lip balm I own" before stocking up for the winter - looks like I can hold off a bit longer)
Lise Watier Lip Kiss Crayon Gloss (I am already plotting my next purchase of this product! I put it on this morning, and angels were singing in my stanky-ass bathroom with how smooth, and gloriously this went on)
Caudalie Premier Cru Cream (a quick look shows that a full size bottle of this product goes for $150 - fingers crossed I don't adore this product too!!)
I was over the moon with my first month as a Glymm member, and am already jonesing for November's shipment to arrive - I implore that you give it a try!
My parents received the second portion of their Christmas present (from 2010) yesterday evening - the second batch of olive oil from their adopted olive tree
The first batch (after being put on a ship, and travelling allllll the way from Italy) arrived on my parents doorstep in March, and because they were generous enough to share, I got to test the olive oil out first hand.
Now I'm going to preface what I'm about say with:
I don't have the most delicate palate in the world. To be honest, I can't tell the difference between Diet Coke, and Pepsi.
So being able to decipher particular flavour notes in a dollop of olive oil is almost a superhero feat.
I HAVE NEVER TASTED OLIVE OIL THAT I HAVE WANTED TO GUZZLE IN LARGE QUANTITIES BEFORE.
If you're looking for a truly unique gift for that person who has everything (HI DAD!), I would 100% recommend having this in your back pocket.
I'm impressed with this tumblr site
The ever-changing hue (and enviable skin tone that allows her to look great throughout!)
(photo, and inspiration c/o http://daintysquid.blogspot.com/)
FULL OF RAIN (thank you trusty zipcar for getting us through the worst of it), MUD, AND HIPPIES:
Our much revered ride on a monster truck (I've been talking this shit up for MONTHS) has left me bewildered, and confused with people who own their own business.
Yes, it was a) a blast, b) an adventure - that saw me stopping and asking at least 3 different Mac's Milks for directions - Highway 7 almost got the best of me, and c) something that makes you sound pretty cool when you're recounting what you did over the weekend.
But the bad really did outweigh the good in this situation.
Yeah bro - it's pretty swell that you found yourself a niche market that really can't be duplicated without access to a bitcin' monster truck, and 20 acres of land - but geez, guy.....can you work on your customer service skills, and maybe try and gussy up the property with a sign (so it doesn't feel like we're driving down the country lane way of an axe murderer)?!?!
Thankfully, a mixture of too much coffee, and a clearing sky, made the day a success.
HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY, MARCO!!!