i wish i had a witty title. blame it on the jet lag.

I've secretly always wanted to be asked to be photographed for a street style blog. I'm pretty sure my ego would explode to a level of unhealthiness (potential side effects would be uncontrollable prancing around the house whilst singing "I'm a SURVIVOR" in an imaginary microphone). Unfortunately (or fortunately?) that has yet to occur. Consequently, I'm trying to pretend I'm cool with street style-esque photos. So DON'T BURST MY BUBBLE.

And in case you were thinking "Oh, hey. Your streets have gotten unlame?" (Not that I've posted many pictures of my streets. Yeah, they're lame.)... Then here's the catch, I'M NOT HOME. I'm in Vancouver! Boo yeah!

Plane outfit. Yeah. A dress. Never again. (Never say never! (Oh shut up! I blame you, Ms. Frizzle from the Magic School Bus. YOUR STUPID CATCHPHRASE RESONATES IN MY HEAD TO THIS DAY.)



(Blazer - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Dress - Thrifted $1, Hat - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Shoes - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Necklace - Aldo, Jewlery - Assorted, Bag - Peru)

Vancouver's DEFINITELY one of my favourite - if not my favourite - cities in Canada. We're here to visit the extended famjam (I'm exhausted. One word: CHILDREN. If I had a second word, it would be: JETLAG (I know that that's two words, but saying "if I had a second word" sounds better than "if I had a second word and another word" so BAM)). But apparently we're not the only ones. By "we," I'm referring to the fact that "we" are a tourist. I'm trying to transition this topic onto the fact that there is approximately 01293801389 tourists here this weekend. Long Weekend, Fireworks, Gay Pride, TALK ABOUT GREAT TIMING. (In my opinion. My mother, on the other hand, loathes large crowds/ noise/ parties. Oh the joys of being an old person.)

The fireworks were beautiful. Sadly, Pink Digital cameras lack the, um, *insert digital term to describe why these pictures suck.* According to the taxi driver, 400 000 people watch them fireworks along the bay. UM THAT IS FOUR TIMES THE SIZE OF MY TOWN. Also, I witnessed like THREE people get arrested. Hand cuffs and all! I felt like I was watching Police Women on TLC! Minus the fact that they weren't women! But still! A real arrest! With a police car! And everything! It was exciting! I'm obviously from a small town! Poop!

I have more muses and mumbles, mostly about how I wish I grew up in Vancouver or any big city. Because there's actually things to do. But the good thing about living in a small town where I'm cooped indoors is that I'm forced to find random jazz to do. Generally in a creative outlet. (Mostly because the other outlet that comes to mind - athletic - is pretty much out of the picture. I have too many athletic talents and I simply don't watch to embarrass other children who are passionate about fitness and sports. That's all.) Therefore, small town = boredom = creativity = drawing, sewing, creating, playing Hakuna Matata on the piano, singing Amazing Grace. I don't sing Amazing Grace.

How has your town type influenced you in any way?
And any Vancouver readers out there (THIS IS YOUR MOMENT TO SHINE), please tell me places/ shops I should check out!?* I'm only here for a few days.

*Here's what my uncle said to me. "Hey, there's some pretty good shops around here that you might like! We passed this vintage shop on the way here. And there's another one, I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but it's called, ummm, oh yes, Value Village! I think you might like it." I laughed. I only warship the damn store...