excuse the selfies... i am just 2KEWL4U!!!!

Insert generic message ringing in the new year.

Yeah, sorry it's a tad late. You know me, I've been partying and partying and partying and then puking and then partying and then puking and then partying and then passing out and then being hungover... TYPICAL.



Except for, you know... not. I had a handful of high school friends over for New Years and our night essentially consisted of wearing pjs, making pizzas, playing Apples to Apples, making party hats, watching Strange Sex, and general catch-ups. Considering the fact that I haven't seen most of these human beings since October or even June, it was nice to "reacquainted" and jazz. We are all dorks, so a dorky NYE was fitting. Don't judge! It was nice, brahhhh! YOU JEALZZ!!! A lot of the night, however, consisted of exchanges of university stories - both funny and are we seeeriously talking about meal plans or email set-ups or student cards for three hours?! - where I sat in silence due to my decision to take the year off and my consequent inability to contribute. It was then that it all kind of just sunk in - realizing how we are all on different paths - only a few months after graduation - and how we really do carry on in our different ways with different experiences and dreams and... yeah. Life goes on. It was just realizing... that.



I think 2011 will be my year of "goodbyes." I haven't had many experiences in the "goodbye" department, so the whole graduating thing and then just quitting my job thing has really made me think about "goodbyes" and relationships and the nature of moving on. I know that this is just the first of many, but I guess 2011 will be the year of "my first of goodbyes." Or something. That being said, 2011 has been a spectacular year and I feel like I've experienced immense amounts of fear and joy and excitement over the past year. 2011 was filled with experiences and emotions I didn't foresee happening. Amazing.



And now it's all, BAM! 2012! Say what! I have a good feeling about 2012. This year, for the first time in my entire existence, is filled with complete uncertainty. I have a general outline for the year - but the details are completely unknown. Completely. I don't know what kind of experiences I'll have, what kind of people I'll meet, what kind of challenges I'll have to overcome, what kind of person I'll be. It's completely, totally and utterly frightening... and exciting. I have a feeling that I'll look back on 2012 and think, "Wow, that was one hell of a year." Or, at least, I hope so. Mark my words: to a crazy year to come!



I don't usually reflect that heavily on New Years. Often times, it is just, you know, ANOTHER FREAKING DAY AND TAKE A CHILL PILL, WORLD. But given the nature of my future, reflecting is just in my bones. (Oooh! Spooky! Mysterious! Oh my!) I'm not setting any concrete goals for the year. Instead I'll be ~realistic~ and ~grown-up~ and ~abstract~ and say that I hope to spend 2012 learning. Learning to take-risks, learning to love and love and love, and learning about myself. Life is a ginormous evolution and I feel like 2012 will be filled with growth. Oh, the joys of becoming a young adult...!

Happy 2012, kiddoz! I hope you have a fantastic year with much adventure and love and growth and peace! Kisses!

How was your 2011? How was your new years? What are your 2012 hopes and dreams? INFORM ME!

Vee Vee

Today I went to Value Village. And spent freaking $120!!! Ahhh, can you believe it? Dropping that much money? During one little shopping stint? On granny attire? Ahhh! Money woes! Woe is me! OH WAIT. I just remembered! Oh, silly me! I didn't spend $120. My clothes were valued at $120. BUT, I only spent $60! Yup, that's right - Value Village has decided that I should be their model citizen and they're giving me free clothes!!!! Hah. How I wish... But still. Pretty much the next best thing AKA it was the Value Village 50% everything sale!!! AKA one-of-the-best-day-in-the-entire-duration-of-summertime-thus-far (the only other day that rivals today's awesomeness would be a Canada's Wonderland trip with the friends).

I'm so completely giddy that I've TWEETED and FACEBOOKED about how giddy I am! Yup. The whole world wide web just needed to know that my mannerisms have dropped any level of sophistication and have been replaced with the likes of a five year old child. Holla! I am now going to proceed to brag about the joys of consumerism.

My personal process for thrifting involves:
1. Grabbing anything that catches my eyes. ANYTHING. As my personal chauffeur sibling demonstrates in the picture below, I am a fan of quantity. Hey, you never know what looks good until you try it on! I tend to gravitate towards anything with bright colours or funky prints (surprise!). I usually start with the blazer section. I don't know why, exactly, but it's my absolute favourite section and I wish it were named after me (or vice versa. as in, hi, my name is blazer. okay. maybe not...)
2. Trying things on. I try things on in bundles. I.e. skirts, then dresses, then shorts, etc. I keep piles of "nos" and "maybes". It's also a complete bonus if 1) I snag the giant dressing room for wheelchairs (i.e. eager shoppers like me who lug their whole ridiculous cart into room nevermind the crying babies and hunched elderly) or 2) I manage to convince my sister that shopping at smelly Value Village will be fun for her and she becomes extremely bored of clothing she abhors and she sorts my things out for me because it's more appealing than watching old men try on fedoras.
3. Elimination. Apparently I'm not very decisive. Somehow my maybe pile is continuously monstrous in comparison to the measly no pile. This is a problem. It helps to set up a budget (mine was $50). I always start with definite "yeses" and work from there. I know that I really love something if 1) I pretend that I already own it when I'm trying it on and imagine the many ways that I can rock it or 2) I start jumping up and down like a child and forget about a little thing some people call "dignity."


Success? I'd say so! After a few hours of extreme grabbing, speedy trying things on and life-shattering decision making, I left the store skipping along, bellowing to all passerbyers, "VICTORY IS MINE MWAHAHA." Except for not really. But just for the record, yes, VICTORY IS MINE. Evil lolz.


I know the suspense of "Eeeek, what's in the TWO GIANT BAGS?!?!" is tearing your heart into a billion pieces. I could let the blood ooze and hurt your intestines. But I am a nice person. Therefore, hey! Wanna see what I got? (I did this solely for the purpose of the blog. Psh. I never try things on a billion times and prance around the house in my new clothes immediately after I buy them. Psssh.)

1. The bottoms. Debating whether I want to hem up those wacky floral pants into shorts. Ho hum. (That's another thing I keep in mind when thrifting: how can this be altered? A bit of snipping and hemming can go a looooong way. All those os emphasize the loooooongness.)


2. Tops. I decided I wanted to pick out a few tops for the summer. Five tops later... Oopsies! You should have seen my original pile of "maybe" tops. Actually. Maybe you shouldn't have. It was rather frightening. It could have exploded in your face.


3. Blazers! AH I KNOW. I feel like I should back this picture up with a "forgive me father for I have sinned." For the record, YES, I am aware that it is the middle of the summer and my face basically melts off when I go outside. For the record, YES, I am aware that I have 20+ blazers already and my wardrobe legitimately cannot deal with more. But you. Yes, YOU. Are you aware of this? Blazers. 50% off. $3.50 each. (I CANT BE TAMED.) Please keep your fingers crossed for semi-chilly weather. There's a good chance that my over-eager self won't be able to resist not wearing these and, consequently, the probability of me toasting into a piece of coal is highly likely.

Pheeeew! My dad asked me what I did this afternoon. My reply went along the lines of, "YAY VALUE -- ahem, doctors." He figured it out. "Why can't you be like your father? You don't need much! You don't get much! Ahh!" sighed my exasperated father. I pretended I needed to go pee.

Also, in case you were all, "So, Lexy... What were you WEARING?" do know that I've got you covered! As in, here are some photos. Cool beans. Shopping in separates is usually a good call, otherwise you might run into the unfortunate, "Hey sibling, look at this top I've tried on but, um, I was in a dress, so, like, um, I'm in my underwear and this top right now and uh..." It could get awkward.


My mom kindly complimented me with a: "You look nice! I like your combination today. Sometimes it can be very, um... different." I'm not sure what to think of this, but I'll pretend that I don't know that it's mom-code for "you normally look like your spewing heinous colourful barf." Thanks, mom!


(Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Skirt - Homemade, Belt - Thrifted $1, Shoes - Vintage $15, Hat - Nepal, Bag - Nepal, Jewelry - Gifted, Two VV Shopping Bags Filled to the Brim - PRICELESS (unless you really had to put a number on it. then it would be $120. Kidding! $60. I love today.))

I hope you've all started your week smashingly! I, obviously, have. Have a sunny, warm week! Or a mildly chilly week if you have seven new blazers and desperately want to wear them! (Hypothetically, of course.)

Do you like to thrift? What has been your favourite thrifting experience/ find?

roses are red, violets are blue, i'm neutral about valentine's day, but i love my new shoes!

Snookums,

I know I've only known you for a week... but what can I say? I'm smitten. I have to admit, when I first saw you, I rolled my eyes a little. I chuckled a little. You were bizarre, you stood out... I couldn't help but make fun of you. But hey! Unlike the others, walking by you, ignoring you, I had decency. I gave you a chance. I got to know you. And look at us now. Together. A future.

Baby, it's been seven days. I only bought you because you were 50% off and fairly entertaining to stare at. You were fat and I gave you a chance as jokes. But I'm so glad I did. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me (not really). I hope we have a long future together.

Do I dare utter the words? Those forbidden, dangerous words? I love you.

XOXO,
Lexy

I hope you all have a marvelous Valentine's Day. Whether you're blinking your eyelashes at a boytoy or writing deep love letters to, uh, inanimate objects, I hope your day is filled with love and chocolate and generic cards with creepy looking animals . Or, you know, it's just like any other day with a bit of pink and barf-inducing sights evolved from the consumerism of today's society. You know, whatever floats your chocolate fountain (hah. chocolate and, therefore, valentine's reference).

Describe your dream luvuhhhh. (that's slang for "lover." lolsneaky.)

Festive outfit post soon! (by "festive," I mean, "yes, I did wear yellow tights and clonky shoes today for Valentine's day so, you know, don't get too hyped up on wishful cupcake attire")

3.0 imagination, life is your creation

Dear Barbie clothes,
Sorry I neglected posting you. It's just that, well, I had pictures of me. And, you know how I love much myself.
You know you love me,
XOXO
Lexy Girl
(You know? Like Gossip Girl? But with my name? LOLZ? No? WELL THEN DON'T BE A BYSTANDER. I need a cool name that's filled with alliterations. Suggestions? Don't say Loser Lexy. That will reduce me to tears. TEARS I TELL YA.)

Had fun making this one. Primarily because I haven't got the slightest clue as to how one would construct triangular shoulder pads in non-miniature form (i.e. real life.) If you have any suggestions, please call the toll free number at the bottom of your screen (or, you know, comment.)


This is "Gaga" barbie. Because she's got a mad poker face that will get you trapped in a bad romance where you'll just dance and everything will be okay. rah rah rah oh la la la laaaaa.

I spy with my little eye... visible pins on Barbie in order to amp her "fierceness." My sister and I basically treat plastic toys better than we treat our pet animal (dog) (which my uncle recently called a "glorified cat." He's a weirdo.)


Barbie's wearing homemade clothes by me, homeskillet. home dawg. home bro.

This is the last of them Barbie series. I'd like to reiterate that these were sewn for my LITTLE COUSIN. I'm a good person! A nice cousin! Not a freak with way too much time on my hands to spend it sewing Barbie clothes PSSSSHHHHHHHT.

See you later, alligator!
Walk a mile, crocodile!
Not too soon, baboon!
Okee dokee, artichoke!
(Anyone interested in continuing this flirtation dialogue regarding our farewells? Quite frankly, I think you should add a line like "You're the best, Lexy" and I'll go "Yes, I know. Heehee." (Hypothetical example, obviously does not reflect my own views. OBVIOUSLY.))

2.0 i'm made of plastic, it's fantastic

I didn't lie to you all. THE BARBIE CLOTHES WILL KEEP ON COMING. In a few weeks time, you're brain will be exploding with miniature attire; so much that you'll be unsatisfied with your life until the day you BECOME Barbie! Except for this is the second last post. Out of three posts. But that is an irrelevant detail...

See the background? I HAND PLEATED THAT MELLOW YELLOW GOODNESS. Kidding! Gosh, I'm just full of over-exaggerated fun today! The background is, in fact, a dress of mine. It's only been on the blog once. WHO WILL FIND SAID DRESS?! Who loves me the most?! Who has the most time to go through my summer archives to find the post?! Who's even reading this?!


As you all know, I love mixing prints. So Barbie does, too. Because we're the same person! No, no we're not.

(Barbie is wearing clothes made by me)

Hope you enjoyed seeing how lacklustre my life is. I kid. These were made in the summer. Way back when I didn't have a life. Now? Now I really don't have a life. So much that I don't even have time for these kind of things that prove that I don't have a life. I miss it.

Entertain me. What's something about YOU that most human beings are unaware of? (i.e. Fun Fact regarding... yourself!) I feel like this is a good conversation starter, so maybe I'll come up with a list of things for when someone greets me with this question. Because that happens frequently. Well, that COULD happen frequently. And I'm preparing you for that day. YOU'RE WELCOME.

double double toil and trouble

Halloween is the one night a year when girls can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. Unfortunately, I didn't know about the slut rule so I came to school looking like this...

Typical conversation:
Person: Oh, uh, hey Lexy. What are you?
Wait. Let me start that again...
Person: WHAT ARE YOU?!
Me: A haunted toy box. DUH.

So yes, there you have it, this past Halloween I decided to be awesome and dress up like a haunted toy box. I was often inundated with questions such as: "What are you?" "What's that?" and the occasional (by that, I mean one), "Are you a pet cemetery?!"

Allow me to explain the evolution of my outfit in the form of thought bubbles prior to the Wednesday Costume Day.
Monday evening: Hmm, a garbage can might be fun...
Tuesday morning: I've never been anything scary... Ooh, how about a HAUNTED garbage can?
Tuesday evening: [after hours of searching] No garbage cans with cut-able bottoms exist. I'm not impressed with the high-quality of garbage these days.
Tuesday (again) evening: Hmm. Why not be a haunted toybox?! [invades dollar store and childhood toys]
Tuesday (later evening): [makes haunted toybox]
Tuesday (even later evening): [completes haunted toybox]
Wednesday morning: [comes to school]


If you fail to comprehend the concept of "haunted toybox," here's the low-down: picture childhood toys RESURRECTED FROM THE DEAD. Mwahahah... Basically a true story.

I love Halloween. Am I too old for trick-or-treating? Definitely. Did I go anyways? DEFINITELY. Did I go trick-or-treating with my sister and her friends? Um, no comment. (In regards to the latter of the questions, this situation can be twisted to emphasize my awesomeness. Why? Because my LITTLE sibling wasn't going to go trick-or-treating because the LITTLE 'un felt "too old." Fortunately, I convinced her - yes, I realize the major reversed role situation - and she, in turn, convinced her LITTLE friends. Obviously I am a role model for the young and cool.)

Rest assured that Halloween is my favourite holiday and child obesity is a growing problem.
How was YOUR Halloween? What did you go as? Favourite Halloween moment EVER?!

P.S. How much do you want to steal one of those adorable babies that go around grasping on their parental's hand and squealing TRICK-OR-TREAT (or, in my case, shield their eyes and cry. Kidding.)? I wanted to stuff one in my bag and eat 'er up...

and the witch jumped over the moon

I have a few favourite things, like raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. And Halloween costume day.

Therefore, today was one of my favourite days. Yes, today was Halloween costume day. Yes, it's October 27th. Yes, Halloween is on October 31st. AREN'T YOU SMART?! YOU DON'T THINK I REALIZE THIS?! Sorry, there. Didn't mean to lose my boo-l, I mean, cool. (Get it? Boo? Like a ghost? Hah!)

I'll post pictures soon but, for now, here's some crappy photoshop photos to satisfy the thought that is obviously going through your mind: "Hey Lexy, [SINCE YOU'RE THE BEST PERSON EVER, I WANT TO SEE WHAT YOU'RE DRESSED UP AS]." Post field hockey practice. I obviously try to look my best for practice...



Kidding, this wasn't for Halloween, I got hit by a field hockey ball and starting crying blood and choking up blood. Kidding, it was for Halloween. Hah! I most certainly TRICKED ya there! (Get it? Trick? Trick or treat? HILARIOUS.)

Entertain me with guesses regarding what/ who you think I went as?!
(Hint: I won "best homemade"... Cue the oooooh...)

1.0 i'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world

This is the first of a series. "What kind of series?" you may ask. Well. I will look at you straight in the eyes. I will not blush or shrug my shoulders. I will not mumble a response. Rather, my shoulders will be back, my head will be high, my voice will exude confidence. "Barbie clothes I sewed over the summer. That is the series."

It will also be known as "The series that proves that I do not have a life." Either of the quotations rings true. I have an excuse! I have five-year-old girl cousin. I think you guys have enough imagination to fill in the blanks. See! Five year old! Girl! Cousin! Barbies! Sewing! Sewing barbie clothes for cousin girl five year old! GET WITH IT GUYS.

Outfit One: I think that the fact that I have a five year old girl cousin is enough of an explanation for a pink tutu with a big bow. So I'm going to leave it at that: five year old girl cousin.




Outfit 2: This Barbie is going for a powerful-chic-business-women-meets-Posh-Spice-inspired-look. Damn. Look at me talking about my Barbie clothes like they're real people. I mean, psh. Barbies ARE real people! In my imagination! Hahhhh!




I miss Barbie-land quite a little bit. There's something very refreshing about seeing children playing with their dolls, as opposed to engrossed in the world of the internet and media. People sometimes argue that Barbie's a bad example for children with her "perfect proportions" and blah blah blah. And while the lack of Azn ^_^ Barbies in the Value Village bags did make me long for some reppin', ultimately, I say "Let the kid play with the Barbie!" Better than other things they can be doing.

(Barbie is wearing clothes sewn by me.)

While I'm slightly nostalgic for Barbie, what I've REALLY been longing for as of late is ZOOM. Do you remember ZOOM? I always thought that Kenny sounded like "Silly." Which was really historical. Of course, his name wasn't Silly. It was Kenny. Isn't that all just so silly?! (I miss the days where things were described as simply being "silly.")

And I wanted to be Caroline. OH SO VERY BADLY.

NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE (that includes PORRIDGE, 10-year-old Lexy...)

I'm home, I'm home, I'm home! An eventful and fun and equally exhausting time spent with the extended famjam has resulted in an exhausted Lexy (hint: there were babies involved) (no, I am not subtly telling you I'm pregnant.) (grrr you, 16 and Pregnant and your ridiculous implications). But being home equals more posts! (At least in theory....) But, orange you glad?

Oh, and apparently I've decided to take onto being very arrogant/ narcissistic. Or I'm being overly-enthusiastic. Ahem, um, obviously not the latter. Obviously I'm a very nonchalant person. Like, pshhh. In conclusion, my big head and nonchalant personality (like, whatever) has resulted in a "preview-post" kind of thing. If my post were a movie, this would be the trailer. (SHBOOYEAH ANALOGIES.) Orange you glad?

1. This is from... a long time ago. It's been sitting on the desktop of the computer for quite some time. But I still enjoy staring at it. I want to eat her up and poop out her clothes and then wear them (after washing them of course.) On a more "normal" note, I also want more orange.

(Source - The Sartorialist)

2. Luella S/S 2009. (RIP. sadface.) I want this colour palette. Just to indulge and eat and stare at and why am I continuously using "eat" to describe things I like? Maybe it has to do with orange and how you CAN, in fact, eat oranges... Or something of that similar logic...

(Source - style.com)

3. NEW SHOES. Eeeeek. I love them. They dangerously border the appearance of duck feet. Fortunately, I stood beside a duck and was able to see the difference (well... I went to a zoo. And there COULD have been ducks... whereby I would have stood beside a duck... and WOULD habe seen the difference...). Therefore I will wear them and not feel the urge to quack except for sometimes. Quaaaaaaaack.

Shoes - Salvation Army

There you have it! A pretty pointless post on why you should not self-tan! YES. That's right. If you use self tanner, not only will you get pregnant and die (MEAN GIRLS REFERENCE BOO YEAH), but you will blend in with this amazing colour and, quite frankly, being pregnant/ dead/ orange is not ideal...

Oh yeah, and I do have a full outfit to go with these shoes. It will be posted shortly. ORANGE YOU GLAD? (best colour name EVER.)

P.S. Here's a hilarious joke:
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Banana.
Banana who?
Knock knock.
Who's there?
Orange.
Orange who?
ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY BANANA? Chiiiing! Hahaha!

(That was the hilarious punchline. That was the chyme indicating the hilariousness. That was the laughter. Duhhh.)

GIVEAWAY. and rap.

WARNING: This post is going to MOTHERBEEPING RULEZ.

Oh, did I sound pretentious there? Well, FINE. I'll give you my SUPPORTING ANSWERS to above statement. This post includes:
1) A rap.
2) A giveaway.

Um, need I repeat myself? No. But I will. This post is going to MOTHERBEEPING RULEZ. Let's commence.

1) In this RAP, LHizzle raps about a coming giveaway. It's pretty awes- er, I mean, it's MAD DOPE.

RAP. yo. from quirky explosion on Vimeo.

2) The Giveaway. It's also mad dope. Fly. Ballin', if you will. Whatever adjectives you choose to attach to said giveaway, it really is, in plain gangstah terms, PIMPIN'.

But really.

This beaded bracelet is all the way from Guatemala. And it's quite something. Now I know that this isn't the "investment piece" or the "goes with everything" bracelet, but I have HIGH HOPES for it. It's an explosion of beading and colours and it's perfect to make an outfit POP. And really, that's what fashion is all about! The POP. Anyone can rock it - whether your style is more eclectic and crazy (pair it with some of those fun colours of yours!), or simple and classic (let it make a statement!) - it'll be a great addition to any existing wardrobe.

You know how magazines and fashion-y people and the likes talk about statement pieces? WELL THIS IS IT. And YOU yes, YOU, could win it!


Definitely something that I would wear. (Yes, that's supposed to be enticing. (Actually, I'm not going to lie - I bought a very similar one for myself. Because it's THAT awesome.))


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The Giveaway is open to EVERYONE (Hollaaa, International Readers!) and will end on August 22, 2010. Good luck!

Latahz, Homeskilletz.