GRRRRRRR

I don't wanna. My boyfriend convinced me that this was a good idea. That I eat too many candies and other bad things and I need to wash them out of my system. I was initially into the idea until I took the shopping list to the grocery store. No milk, cheese, bread or wine for 12 days. Oh and the worst part....no tea. No frickin' tea?! I drink 2-4 cups of it a day! I bumped into a few people at the grocery store and muttered some rude things under my breath as I tried to stick to the list of naughty and nice foods.
Anyways, its Champagne and Oysters for me tonight and herbal detox in the morning. Happy 2009 everyone!!!! xoxoxo

I made all this shit....

A few teaser shots of my Ryerson thesis collection.
The collection was inspired by Olafur Eliasson's art.
Specifically reflection, repetition and light. Terribly
snooty and totally girly.

Bizness Time

I have my business socks on. . .

I just had some amazing business cards made by Mamacoke.com ! Paper or plastic? PLASTIC!! Hot pink please!! A powerful laser machine etched my design into flourescent pink acrylic.
I also had hangtags made for my upcoming collection.

Not this much.....

You know.... my friends can attest how crazy I am about my pooch but this is just too much. I'm all for a t-shirt or mug adorned with a cute westie pic but anything associated with my rear quarters? No, I don't think so.
That being said I did treat myself to a tote bag and pin with this image! It is my birthday after all.

What what?

Doesn't Blizzak sound like ebonics for a blizzard? I was thinking this the other days as I was slowly making my way through the heavy snowfall.
It would make a great name for a rapper from the north. Blizzak's rhymes are so hot they melt like fresh yellow snow.

Merry Christmas! Hyvaa Jolua!

I spent much of yesterday afternoon looking around at various style blogs and fashion sites. As I was doing so I came across an amazing site displaying vintage dresses from several decades. The Frock had so many beautiful dresses it made me consider trading in my tuition for one of them.

I mean look at this one here! Yipes! Anyone want to marry me so I can wear this gem? Bows and white silk......oh my.

Try to understand.

I'm not much for "oh I wish I was that person...." or "if only I could be more like that person....". I'm perfectly happy being me. I recognize my flaws. Some I wish to improve upon and others I embrace as part of me.

But....if I were to be anyone or possess someone else's attributes I suppose I would jump back into the 1976 body of Ann Wilson (when she wasn't so bloated). Or better yet I would be me except that I could have her voice. I kind of just want to have a tight leather pant suit, long feathery hair and the chance to jump on stage and sing Magic Man.

I guess at the very least I would love to be able to get up at Karaoke and kill that song. Unfortunately, I can't hold a tune so I'm relegated to tuning the Zipcar radio to the classic rock station and pray that they might decide to spin this song. Sigh.

I've been a good girl this year!

I first noticed Kiel Mead's work on the Moma Store website. He takes ordinary objects or in some cases not so ordinary and casts them into jewelry.

My favourite is this the forget me not ring pictured at the right. Its as though a piece of string is tied around your finger to remind you of something or someone. How dreamy!

Other items that have been casted include a chewed up piece of gum, a matchstick, Christmas light and a retainer!

Reflex Tattle Tail

I went to Dominion after my exam today. As I was perusing the bakery section, I noticed a crack head type go for a package of turnover type pastries (see image). Only moments later I saw him run out of the store with the said pastries. I know he didn't pay for them.
At that moment I was standing next to an employee who did not witness the incident. Without even thinking I leaned over and said, "That guy just stole some pastries." That's all the employee needed to go after the guy. I didn't stick around to see what went down.
But it did get me thinking. First of all I am a total reflex tattler. It was an immediate response in this situation. I shouldn't have said anything. In fact I feel bad about doing it now. That guy was probably homeless or has a drug problem and he doesn't have the money to pay for food. Though I might question his meal choice, it may be all he has to eat today. And who really gives a shit if Dominion doesn't get their $2.99 for those pastries. I certaintly don't. I should learn to keep my big mouth shut.

I wonder what they were doing in the mall.......

I saw a couple young Amish guys in the mall today and it reminded me of my fascination with both Amish people and Hasidic Jews.
These people just do not give a f**k about fashion and modernity to a point. Its kind of hot. Sometimes when I see an Amish/Hasidic Jew guy I think about what it would be like to corrupt their devout ways with the sins of the flesh. Is that gross?
We went to a Hutterite colony when I was like 9 years old. My parents and I were at the first anniversary celebration for the Duke and Duchess of York (yes....the real Fergie, not the Fergalicious one). It took place at Head Smashed in Buffalo Jump.
Anyways, it was raining a lot before hand and my dad brought this huge tarp for my mom and I to sit on as it was muddy. We ended up inviting these Hutterite girls over to sit on it and they invited us back to the colony for dinner. It was amazing! I played in the fields and around the farm equipment with the other little girls. It was so interesting because at this point we were still so similar. They wore dresses, I wore dresses. They were mischievous and so was I. (They told me a story about clapping chalk board erasers on their old teacher's beard when he fell asleep) Anyways, good people. I'm sure those girls are all married with 10 kids now.
Oh! Those Amish guys in the mall had these amazing homemade clothes on! Most of their stuff was soft dark denim with top stitched pleats in the pants. Even the little baby girl they had with them wore a homemade denim cloak. Amish chicks must be great seamstresses. I wonder if any of them get a little crazy with the sewing machine and make mini skirts to wear behind closed doors.

Inaugural

I really don't feel like saying anything grand to get this whole blog thing started. So I'll just post a picture of one my favourite things.
Meet Particle Pooch.