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Here's an outfit I wore a jolly long time ago. Like, way back. Like, I KNOW I DON'T UPDATE MY BLOG ENOUGH SO GO AWAY. (But stay. You make me feel ~special~). Despite the length between present day and back-in-the-day-when-I-wore-this, I still remember the process clearly. I.e. I stared at the mirror approximately 189 times before I went out. (And, hey, I'm a narcissist (duh. exhibition: this blog.), but even that's pushing it.) My palms were sweating, my heart was beating. "Is this too much?" I asked myself, bottom lip trembling in fear. However, I held my head high. My chest back. My feat stomping it. And to my utter surprise, I had a surprisingly GLORIOUS FEEDBACK. This involved a "Girl, I love your SWAGGG" high five from a wonderful random on the street and an indirect lead towards a new job offer. WHAT WHATTTT. The moral of the story? Risk taking is glorious. The end.

By the way, this smashing sweater of mine (my cousin claims it could be an awesome "ugly sweater party" sweater, but I enjoy it delightfully) now boasts a glorious story. Which goes by the name of a woman once offered to pay me $50, yes $50, for it. (Side note: considering it cost me a few coins from the kids section of dear ole' Value Village, an "um, fo shizzz" chimed in my head. Unfortunately, I was working and I'm fairly confident that "stripping down and selling personal attire" is a breach of contract. Or something. OH POLICIES ARE SO RESTRICTING AND SOCIETY WILL BURST INTO FLAMES ETC ETC.)




Moving on from severely outdated stories and onto more relevant things... Good-byes suck. Today was my last day of work at f21. (This was due to incredible adventures happening in due time that will, surely, be talked - ahem, blogged - about shortly.) HOWEVER, yes. It was a last day. And it was sad. Where in the world did four months go?!?! I remember when I first landed a job??!!? What is this?!?!? I don't bid well with good-byes. I mean, I know we have the good ole "I'll keep up with you on Facebook" or "Post pictures and status updates" or the general crutch of modern-day connectivity... it's not the same. I know we'll "keep in touch," but human interaction is far more beautiful. It's sad because I find we don't realize how precious human beings and experiences and connectivity are until relationships begin to deteriorate or fade with time and life and that's-just-what-happens.

Considering my alleged social-awkwardness, my ability to actually communicate with human beings and, like, make friends (zomg!) has been, um, awesome. I feel so spiffy, being all, "Oh yes, hanging out with the coworkers after work." I have come to absolutely love my coworkers (they're the best!!!!) and I'm sad to be going. Oh, boo. Now let me start bawling my eyes out about next chapters and moving on and lost connections here, all over my computer, at good ole 2:47am. I don't even know how coherent I am at this time - after an 8 hour shift, MIGHT I ADD - and how my fingers are even managing to type words without that ungodly red squiggle underneath it. (I'm amazing, I suppose.)

I guess, the moral of this story, is just that: good-byes suck. I'm thankful for all the beautiful people I've gotten to meet. It has been a wonderful delight. I feel like coating this with more cheese, but I am sincere when I say that I've had an incredible last few months with awesome people. Kisses and hugs and I'll miss yas!

Oh, life...

What are times when you've had to say "good-bye"?

(Jacket - Value Village $3.50, Sweater - Value Village $3, Shirt - Value Village $3, Pants - Vintage/ Iceland, Shoes - Salvation Army $7, Bow - Value Village $3)

to spontaneous four hour skype sessions!

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. Consequently, Y'ALLZ SHOULD LOVE ME. As I've been absent. For a sufficiently long time. And now? You appreciate me. Yeah. You're welcome. This wide gap of posting was not, ahem - NOT, a result of sheer laziness or procrastination. Psh, no. This was a well-thought out, political blogging move. You know. I'm brilliant...

I hope that you all have had a wonderful holiday season. I, myself, have. I'm a complete, total and utter holiday dork. I pass by window displays and clap like an idiot. I literally skipped home the other day when I saw about 2mm of snow on the ground! Heck, I even listen to Christmas carols at home. (AND I WORK IN RETAIL. They play that crap for all 8 hours of my shift.) So MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL! (That would be in red and green to emphasize my love for the holidays. But let's face it, I'm a lazy blogger.)

I've recently been waking up and just thinking to myself, "Wow. It's just amazing to exist." I've been feeling fairly nostalgic these days. It's something about Christmastime that makes you do that. It's like a tradition. I'm completely enthralled and scared by the speed in which life is whizzing by. My past four months in Toronto have been amazing - and ridiculously speedy. My eyeballs have seen much and I'm feeling very lucky to just BE ALIVE. Maybe it's naivety speaking to me?

I have a lot on my mind. But it's all winking dreams and excitement and adventure. I want to wish on every star in the sky and send you all peace and love and harmony. I don't know what 2012 will be bringing, but I know that it is very exciting.

I wish I could say that I'll be back to regular blogging, but I've been a busy bee. I have been spending lots of times with family and loved ones, and that's all I could ask for. I'm trying to learn how to exist with gratitude and energy and love because life is too short for anything but.

I know this post is a little jumpy-pumpy, but I guess I just want to say this: I truly hope you are all have a beautiful holiday. I hope you are spending it with friends and family and yourself and taking the time to live and love. I hope you are happy to exist. We are very lucky creatures. The world is a beautiful place. Happy Holidays!

P.S. Aside from, ahem, the strategic politics of my lack of posting (er?), another reason for the posting delay (you know, a subtle one) would be a result of CHRISTMAS GOODIES. I love anything crafty and figured my time off school would be a perfect time to indulge in some snipping and clipping and sending out itsy treasures to beautiful people I've gotten to know during my high school experience (ah, my youth...). Enjoy! I would send one to each and every one of you, if I could. There's something about handmade cards and carefully written letters and mailing that I wish existed more. So I was all, IMMA BRING 'ER BACK. What a leader!

Happy Holidays, beautiful creatures!

subway delays are no fun

Welcome to another addition of OutfitsLexyWoreALongTimeAgoAndIsFinallyPostingThem where we celebrate Lexy's inability to post on time! Ever! Procrastination! Boo yeah! That's right! She's just popped out of the womb as a keen high school student and has graduated onto merely being a sufficient and adequate and lackluster individual! (Except for not really, because if Lexy were lackluster, how did she receive Forever 21's Employee of the Month? Har, har. BRAGGG BRAHHH.)

I call this my "teacher" look because BAM! look at that MATURITY. I'm just RADIATING grown-up-ness. Which is appropriate... because it's my last week of being 17! EEEK. Yes, my birthday is in less than a week. Which means I really need to tick off some major defining and illegal and criminal moments ay-sap - i.e. killing a creature - before this week comes to end, otherwise adult records aren't as forgiving as jeuvie ones. If anyone has suggestions for how-to-rebel-and-bend-the-law-before-I-am-legally-an-adult, I would very much appreciate your suggestions! (I kid, I kid. This is me thinking I am being sly and clever and facetious.)



(Trench - Value Village $7, Shirt - Value Village $3, Skirt - Vintage $5, Shoes - Vintage $35, Scarf - Gift, Belt - Thrifted $1)

As par tradition, I will undergo the usual Birthday festivities - i.e. none. But, this got me thinking, if I were to ring in the big 1-8 with style (sorry, I don't know why I said that so cheesily/ attempting to be a cool mom-y type of way), What would Lexy do? Thus, world, welcome to my dream party because I'm 17 and young and can still tap into my inner dreams! And stuff. What is wrong with me? Anyways. It would go something like...

Hello dearest friends and family! Welcome to Lexy's birthday party! I know it's cold and winter-y, but at this party, it is sunny and warm! We're all in a park! With big trees and open fields and no one in sight, but us! And we're all dressed up! But not in the generic tight clubwear (the amount of tight, shiny, sparkly dresses at work that actually sell never seizes to amaze me). We're talking girls in beautiful vintage dresses, complete with big hats and gloves and stockings. And boys in suspenders and bow ties because OMG THEY ARE AMAZING. (Seriously, if I were a boy, that would be my attire errrday. It just makes things better. Why don't they SEE that?!) There would be live music. Maybe some sort of old school, jazz stuff. So we could all do some cheesy bopping around. Which would be fun, as we'd all be fancy shmancy and crinoline-d out. Everyone would be responsible for bringing either a craft or a board game because those are the two funnest and most underrated/ ignored experiences of being a human being. We'd be creative and old school for hours and hours, and it would be wonderful. (Cell phones would be strictly prohibited.) And we'd eat ice cream cake from Dairy Queen. At night time, we'd light candles and look at stars and talk about dreams. It would be beautiful...

The end. I hope you have a fantastic week, folks! I really can't get over how quickly time ticks by. Last week of being 17? I'm COMING to GET YOU!

What would be YOUR dream birthday party?