I’ve always been a skinny girl1. Even when I gained weight, I managed to carry it well. Growing up though, I thought I was fat and I blame the kind of jeans that were available to me: low riders. They sit on your hips, and don’t care if you have a little bit of a paunch going on where your reproductive organs are2.
In the last two years, a fashion trend has come around in way that has allowed me to buy high-waist jeans at extremely reasonable prices and I could not be more grateful. I just can’t believe how much I used to hate my body, all because I didn’t have the right clothes available to me.
I just hope I can buy enough pieces now that I can keep for the rest of my life because I’m sure it will go out of style again. All I know is, I’m eternally grateful for whoever it was that made it possible for them to be in style again3.
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[This lighthearted post has been brought to you by the fact that I need a good laugh]
except for my booty, that thing has never known when to quit[↩]
I doubt I’ll get a chance to be featured in BlogTO’s Street Style again in my life time so I thought I’m scrapbooking here for my future self’s viewing pleasure.
I woke up feeling pretty sick that day and then had to work a few hours of retail before I went to the Bacardi party. They were celebrating 150 years of making rum with a 1920’s prohibition-style party. The bartenders and servers were dressed like gangster of yesteryear1.
Paul was lovely and made me laugh quite a bit throughout the night. He gave great direction too; I wonder what happened to the photo with the teeth-smile; I could have sworn he said he liked it better. Zah-well.
I’d like to thank my wife Christine for taking me as her plus one. If it weren’t for you Chrissy, I wouldn’t even have been there. She’s the bombshell in the photo on the right in case you didn’t know who she was2.
If anyone really wants to know about my outfit, I’ll tell you but it isn’t that impressive3. 😉
One of my favourite photos from the night though? See below!
In case you don’t know who the hot guy on the right is, that’s Julio Reyes.
She writes everyday, takes care of a handful of a baby girl, keeps a wonderful home for her rock star1 husband and manages to look amazing the entire time. Joanna Haughton is an actress, tv hostess and martial artist. I met her through Victoria Murdoch2 and am so glad I have her in my life.
She started writing her blog, Moda Mama, not long after she gave birth to her beautiful baby girl. She recently finished an 85 dress challenge, where3 she had to wear a different dress for 85 days without repeating one. It was partially a way to try to see what she could get rid of from her closet and also a challenge to herself to put together different looks.
I’ve been meaning to write about her since she started the 85 dress challenge but there has been a lot going on in life that kept me from writing on this blog4. If you like fashion delivered by a quirky but amazing sense of humour, visit Moda Mama and get hooked.
I haven’t done as much planning ahead as my life usually requires of me, purely because my current job requires me to do so much planning my head explodes before the day is over that I don’t want to do it anymore. But once a year, there is something that occurs that is just so much fun1 when I plan things out just right. And so I have created a challenge for myself. What is this task, you ask?
I want to create this do (or similar enough):
From this mop of hair:
but without cutting it.
I only need it to last one night, and I’ve gotten some pretty good up-dos down since I started wearing my hair curly. I’m pretty confident I can do it, even though I haven’t a clue where to begin2. I can’t promise I’m going to keep a proper diary of my trials, but I can say that I want to. Let’s see how it all goes.