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.