i hate hard boiled eggs

"Be daring, be different, be impractical;
be anything that will assert integrity
of purpose and imaginative vision
against the play-it-safers."
- Cecil Beaton


I had a lot of fun wearing this outfit. The sun was all shiny and happy and insert cheesy sunny-related quotes. Consequentially, it was a definite cause for some celebratory "Spring is almost here" attire! (Which is evidently a far stretch from the truth. Hello, >life-size snow banks. Hello, blowing winds. Hello, Canada.)


It's certainly fun to stack accessories. I've gotten emails asking about easing into colours and that's what I would say: If you're not in the mood to make people vomit rainbows and poop more rainbows (awesome visual), simply wear some good old fashion obnoxiously large/ridiculous/colourful accessories. Maybe some colourful tights for good measure. Also, just HAVE FUN WITH FASHION. Like the rest of life, it's nothing to take too seriously. You meet people that are just continuously complaining and frowning and it's like, Hey kid! Wear a hideously fluorescent orange blazer once in a while! Just for the hell of it!


Oh, and in case you were deceived by these, er, "artsy photos" taken outside of my garage to, um, "juxtapose grunge aspects with prep" (the quotes are to signify my "je ne sais quoi" and evident "artsyness" with my "abstract concepts"), HI THERE. Snow exists. Don't be deceived by the allusions of Spring.


(Blazer - Vintage/ Kensington Market $20, Blue Dress - Thrifted $1, Skirt - Homemade, Tights - H&M, Shoes - Value Village $7, Gloves - Unknown, Belt - Thrifted $1, Accessories - Assorted)

I've been feeling really ridiculously optimistic this past while. I'm crazy busy, but I'm happy. My life is definitely not perfect, but it's like, hey, don't stress it. There's so many little things I worry about but, in the big picture: there's 7 billion+ people in this world, there's been billions before me, billions after me, HI THERE I'M INSIGNIFICANT. My problems are hardly problems and I'm one insanely lucky chicka. No, I don't ever say "chicka." (Although that, oddly enough, reminds me of my childhood favourite Chickadee. I secretly only subscribed because I deemed the jokes "hilarious," i.e. that was the only section I read. Hey now, I didn't grow up in an internet era where jokes were at my disposal - I had to werrrk for it!) (i.e. force my parents to pay for my monthly subscription to said magazine.)

Stay wonderful and smile at strangers!
I dare you all to wear five colours in ONE outfit this week.
Get yourself out of the winter bum. And make me feel good about myself for, ahem, "inspiring you." And then POST YOUR OUTFIT. It would legitimately make my long winter days. xx
Also, how do you picture your funeral?
(colours and funerals go... hand in hand? I don't know. I've been thinking about this recently, and I'm hoping funeral-thoughts are just one of those "things" that everyone secretly thinks about. PLEASE PRETEND.)