it's fun to bike in the rain.

Coming home from vacations? Yeah, it's no fun. You re-enter your mundane life. Your mundane life that is filled with rooms left messier than you remembered leaving them (so disappointing), and days left boring-er than you recalled (ughhh), and cell phones left… somewhere that you can't seem to locate (shh, don't tell my mom!) (seriously. my face will be damaged if she discovers this information…). By the way, the "you" in this case is, in fact, referring to ME. As in, I am home from vacation and oh PHOOEY, I don't like it!

However, one thing that DID make my coming-home blues all the less blue was knowing that a marvelous package would be awaiting my arrival… and it WAS. Both awaiting my arrival AND marvelous! Misikko contacted me a few weeks ago wondering if I'd like to maybe test out and review their flat iron. I hummed and I hawed. I weighed the pros and the cons. Kidding. I didn't really do any of that. As soon as I received the email, my fist pumped to the air: "YESSS" I shrieked, "I'VE MADE IT AS A BLOGGER." (Hi, I'm Lexy and I'm a total over-dramatic/ excitable dork.)

I opened the box. I heard the bells! Ding-dong! As in, LAKDJLASKJD AMAZING. It was like Christmas! But in August! HOW COOL IS THAT?! The box was filled with an array of amazing goodies. As in, hello I knew you were going to send me a straightener, but make-up and flowers and nail files? Oh my! Hint: Happy dancing was involved.


I must admit that my sibling and I are what you could call hair-straightener virgins. However, despite our lack of credentials, I will confidently say that BAM! this straightener is FABULOUS. Don't take my word for it? How about our before and after photos? From messy-bedhead-coupled-with-a-sweaty-day-spent-with-the-hair-pulled-up to va-vaaa-voom-sliiiick? Yeah. THAT'S RIGHT.




It's really quite glorious. The straightener glided down my sister's waffled hair. In went kinks then BAM! out went the kinks. Needless to say, the first word that was sputtered after this DIY magic show was "wow." I could do a play-by-play of the straightening event, but essentially consisted of variations of "wow" and "woah" and "zomgitworkzsowell!!!!!" In the midst of our childlike "we're so cool" excitement, we managed to sputter many 'pros' regarding this magical machine. And struggled with our 'cons.' In conclusion...

Pros:
- It works. Really, really well. I don't have much (read: any) experience with flat irons, but it flattened my hair. Fast. Really, really fast. This is kind of the whole point of a flat iron, so YAY.
- Heats up extremely quickly
- Different temperature settings is a snazzy touch
- Attractive

Cons:
- We couldn't figure out how to get it to curl. But we're not the most hair-saavy, so we're werkin' on it.
- Pricey

So there! You have it! This straightener is fabulous! So fabulous, in fact, that I had to indulge in some IWhipMyHairBackInForth meets Pantene Commercial-esque photos. C'mon. It's swooshy hair. I can't be held accountable for my dorkiness.





(Disney top - Thrifted $1, Skirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $7, Swooshy Hair - c/o Misikko)

Thank you Misikko for sending me their fabulous product! It is super snazzy. As my sister stated, "OMG I AM SO USING THIS! PLEASE! PLEASE! I think I'll straighten my hair the FIRST DAY of school. Yeah. Yeah I will!" Yep. That's right. This product is worthy of my sister's first day of grade 11. Obviously this speaks volumes to the gravity of our love of this straightener. (Really.) Make sure you check out Misikko and all they're products - irons! and dryers! and oils! oh my!

Have a swooshy day!
How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?

frolicking

It wasn’t until I actually looked at these pictures when a marvelous realization came to mind. (“What?” you inquire.) The Sibling and I are both referencing the 70s! WOAH! CHECK OUT THAT GENE POOL OF SIMILARITIES! WHAT A COINKY DINK! (Coinky dink? Ahem. I promise you: I never say that in real life. Ever. I don’t know what’s gotten into me…) My sister’s sleeves just scream “70s,” while the print of my skirt is all “um, 70s disco partayyy, ANYONE?”

To be honest, the 70s isn’t a decade that I’ve given much thought. I fawn over the 60s… then I tend to fast-forward to the 80s. Nonetheless, there are some select memory packets that percolate when the decade comes to mind. For instance:
1. I totally had a 70s themed Bratz doll. Her name was Felicia (or something) and she had marvelous flippy hair. She came with flared jeans and a belly shirt. (In retrospect, those dolls are utterly horrendous. I'm a little embarrassed. For them, of course. Not the fact that I played with them up until seventh grade. NOPE NOT AT ALL.)
2. My sibling and I used to own a dandy Fisher Price tape machine. It was plastic. You could put a tape (aww, tapes!) in and record yourself. We would often team up with our childhood best friend to have some snazzy singing sessions. One of our favourite tunes was “Stayin’ Alive.” However, I must admit that, at the time, I didn’t realize we were singing “Ooh, ooh, oooh, ooh, stayin’ alive.” I was fully singing, “Oooh, ooh, ooh, oooh, stain glass.” Awk-ward.

Once upon a time, Mimi bought this dress. Once upon a time, I was shocked. We both decided that this dress is completely out of her character. And that it desperately calls for some grass-woven headbands and dream catcher necklaces and maybe even a ukulele. Nonetheless, it’s cute.




When I was eating breakfast, my mom excitedly informed me, “The weather is cool outside!” I felt like a child on Christmas: I was prancing and dancing and praising Hallelujah! Seriously. (If you lived in my region then YOU’D KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT.) The weather here has been so humid; I take my animal for a pee, and come in looking like my dad when he drinks soup on a hot day (disgustingly and oddly sweaty). Pretty picture in your head? No. Now you understand my excitement at “weather” and “cool” in the same sentence. Unfortunately, that wasn’t QUITE the case, as my sweaty legs and body informed me. Ahem. Anyways, moral of the story is, “The weather is cool outside” should really be “the weather is cool outside relative to what it was earlier” i.e. you can tolerate outside only if you’re in the nude. In conclusion, Southern Ontarian weather ain't good times.




#selfiesrock #thisweathersucks #wewillsuckitupforthesakeofbeingtotalcamwhores #WERENOTTWINS2every1asking

(On Me (Lexy): Shirt - Value Village/ Thrifted $3, Flashdance-esque Skirt - Homemade, Tights - Pacific Mall $5, Shoes - Salvation Army/ Thrifted $7, Belts - Thrifted $1 each, Bangles - H&M, Ring - Value Village, Balloon Bib - Homemade)
(On Mimi (younger sibling!): Dress - Topshop, Shoes - Iceland, Bag - Vintage Dooney&Bourke)

I love how distinct the fashions of past decades were. I adore pouring through coffee books and fawning over the goodies of the generations before me. I miss the days when people used to just dress up for the sake and fun of dressing up. I’m not dissing today's fashions, by any means. Today, there’s undoubtedly a huge amount of freedom and availability and equality that makes dressing up today oodles of fun, too. Maybe even more fun because we don’t have as many societal restrictions. Yet, the majority of people I encounter seem to be all drab and blah. That's okay, too, of course. Whatever rock your boat. But still, it makes me wonder what the streets would be like in the old days...

In conclusion, I’ve decided that my future boyfriend will wear bowties and suspenders. On a daily basis. Willingly. Because he’ll just be swell like that.


What do you think of them fashions of today?