Tuesday, 30 October 2012


So, some pretty bad shit went down the other week in my life. One part of it wasn’t a huge deal, but the other part of it sent me into a pretty random and unpleasant depression spiral even though I tried to fight it.

We’ll touch on the first part of it (which was actually the second negative occurrence of the week). Once again, two and a half months seems to be my maximum for keeping relationships going. Ironically, my reaction wasn’t tears and sadness, it was “ughhhh I don’t have time for this, wtffffff, this is so annoying.” Now that I think about it I find it quite funny actually. Not to worry though, we decided to stay friends and I think we’re better that way. After all, he did say I could still take him shopping :D

The second part of it was the big deal (which actually happened first, chronologically). My dog, TJ, who I’ve had for 11 years died, and as I predicted I did not take it well. Beside myself, TJ was the person I cared about most in the world (sorry bffs and parentals, but it’s true) and he’s the only person who I cried over when I left the West Coast. Thankfully I was not at home when I got the news, and I had to make myself keep it together because crying in class is bullshit, as would have been cancelling the shopping trip I had planned for that day. I’m still not really talking about it, and I can’t say it out loud because I would probably start crying, and I really just don’t have time to be a huge crying mess. Just for comparrisson: remember when I broke up with the last ex, and I cried for about 4 months over it (I don’t really understand why that happenned because I didn’t love him)? This would be about a hundred times worse, because TJ was my baby. So I would be in for about a year of crying myself to sleep… Which is just not in my life plan. So I’m dealing with it silently and slowly, because I don’t have time for a quarter life crisis. I have a goddamn degree to graduate from, a whole bunch of straight As to achieve, and a fabulous job to land in the next year, so I’m just going to keep on going. And in the meantime, I’ll listen to lots of upbeat music and eat lots of chocolate!

Sunday, 28 October 2012

Moonage Daydream

I'm an alligator, I'm a mama-papa coming for you
I'm the space invader, I'll be a rock 'n' rollin' bitch for you
Keep your mouth shut, 
you're squawking like a pink monkey bird
And I'm busting up my brains for the words

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love

Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah!

Don't fake it baby, lay the real thing on me
The church of man, love
Is such a holy place to be
Make me baby, make me know you really care

Make me jump into the air

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe
Put your ray gun to my head
Press your space face close to mine, love
Freak out in a moonage daydream oh yeah! 

Freak out, far out, in out

~David Bowie, "Moonage Daydream"

Saturday, 27 October 2012

Ziggy Stardust

Nothing says space-age style like a foiled metallic silver nail polish! This one from Sally Hansen called "Celeb City" is my favourite because it's an easy two-coater, it's a true silver (rather than showing hints of purples or blues like many metallics I've seen lately), and it doesn't chip after the first day.

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Loving the Alien

David Bowie never really goes out of style, but I predict a resurgance in the space-age style that he made oh so popular in the next little while. Metallics have been making a comeback in the last year through accessories (C3PO-esque platform sneakers from To Be Announced, ornate facial jewelry from Givenchy, and futuristic suits from Alexander McQueen) but I think it's about time we don our moonboots again and take this trend to the next level. The best thing about this look is that the shoes are inevitably comfortable and practical!

Rugby style boots by Kappa, silver tights by Sirens, earrings by Suzy Shier (modified), striped tunic dress by Research & Design

Tuesday, 23 October 2012

The Golden Years, or Are They?

I’ve heard a lot of whining in the last year and a half about our chosen program of grad studies. While I indulge in my fair share of whining alongside, I must admit that this program isn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. In fact, compared to my undergrad degree, this degree is a breeze! Just for the sake of easy comparison I’ll give you the breakdown of assignments from my last semester of my undergraduate degree and the assignments from this program.

Grad School
Large Papers
Assignments (misc)
Group Projects


Midterms/Final Exams

Just based on the numbers, we have a lot less assignments in grad school than I was dealing with in my undergraduate degree… And let me reassure you, the “large papers” from grad school are significantly smaller than the ones I had to write in undergrad. Though I guess it kind of pays off not having midterms or finals, but I really really really really really dislike how many group projects we do instead! But regardless of the class content in undergrad, I never handed anything in late, my grades were decent, I didn’t skip class that often, and did I mention I was working a 30 hour a week job? Right now I don’t work, I don’t do the readings for my courses, and one of my classes (you all know which one) I skip every single week. And I’m not complaining about how difficult the assignments are. Sure they’re tedious, and annoying, but my biggest complaints lately are that I wasn’t interested in the topic I was writing on and that I didn’t have enough space to actually write a decent paper for another assignment.

So really: what the hell kind of easy programs did my classmates graduate from that they actually think this one is so hard? Or have they just gotten soft from not going to school for so long? Buck up kids; we only have a semester and a half to go!

Images from here and here

Sunday, 21 October 2012

Diamonds are Girl's Best Friend

"Capecoral" platform pumps from Aldo
But if you can't afford diamonds, then settle for some ridiculously glittery shoes! Honestly, I would rather have sparkly shoes than jewelry anyways, considering how I reacted to the last piece of jewelry given to me...

Saturday, 20 October 2012

Aly's Big Break

I got this nail polish (OPI's "Aly's Big Break" from the Burlesque Collection) from my bestie Aina, when she was going through the "I'm going to give Jaimie lots and lots of nail polish for every present-giving holiday" phase. I wasn't that into it at first, but it's grown on me. The red jelly base is the perfect shade of red, if it's built up with 2+ coats (I've only done 2 here, but it gets super intense with 3), and I quite like the flakey glitter in it too. Normally I go for polishes that are more obviously glitter-packed than this one, but I like that you can't see the glitter from a distance. It's like secret glitter, only for me!

Thursday, 18 October 2012

Show me how you Burlesque

belt, shorts, & hat by Le Chateau; shoes by Aldo; jacket by H&M; tank top by Rachel & Chloe; tights by Ardene; earrings by Claire's

Tuesday, 16 October 2012

If I Could Turn Back Time

Hindsight is 20/20, but even though we can see the mistakes we made in the past, should we really be able to go back in time and change them? Literature and film is filled with people who go back in time, and with the exception of Back to the Future and Harry Potter, it generally doesn’t turn out well. People end up dying, madness is rampant, and things end up worse than before. So why this obsession with going back and changing things? I personally prefer to think that my “mistakes” are subconscious right choices that eventually got me to the place that I needed to be in the present.

Spending most of high school allowing myself to be bullied by my so-called best friend: that was just prepping me to be able to spot a emotionally-abusive user at 100 paces. Those weekends spent dancing on the front lawn to tacky 90s music and watching Hit List on Friday nights: that was just giving me some hilarious dance moves. That breakup that came from nowhere: set me free to meet the men of my future, who I’ll be far more honest with. That high school obsession with Inuyasha: it taught me to value subtitled foreign movies, opened me up to a rather interesting culture, and led me to learn Japanese.

I may have fucked up royally in my past, but when it comes down to it I’m sure as hell happy with who I am today. Sure, there are things in my past that make me angry or teary-eyed, but the bad memories make the good ones even sweeter and they’re what pushes me to make every day better than the last. 

Okay, maybe I'll turn back time, and listen to this song over and over again :p

Sunday, 14 October 2012

The Shoes that Ended a Friendship: a True Sunday Shoe Story

Once upon a time, in a land of cacti and rattlesnakes, two friends disagreed about footwear terminology. The first said that styling determined what to call the boots in question, but the other insisted that the level of practicality was more important.

“They’re Steven Tyler cowboy boots!” one insisted, her mouth set with determination, “They’re not meant to be practical; they’re meant to be fabulous!”

“But real cowboys don’t wear metallic bronze boots with extended toes and two inch heels!” the other countered with a pout.

“I never said that real cowboys would wear them, hence the reference to Steven Tyler. They’re supposed to be parodies of reality, even though they have detailing that mimics the original!”

“But I live on a farm, my family are farmers, and I know lots of cowboys, and none of them would wear those boots! Therefore they’re not cowboy boots!”

“It’s not about who would wear them! It’s about the detailing in the boots themselves! See that tooling in the leather on the sides? And the shape of the heel? And the sole that extended just a touch farther than the boot top? And the loops of material at the top of the shaft? All of those features are present in real cowboy boots, and therefore I can totally call them cowboy boots, as long as I admit that they’re not practical by saying that they’re Steven Tyler cowboy boots! Stop arguing with me, you’re not going to win.”

But the argument didn’t end here. The practicality party refused to stop talking about real cowboys, until the other became sick of their childish stubbornness and told them to grow up and give it up.

It’s been 4 years, and not a word has been spoken between the two, even on a 2 hour plane ride from Kamloops to Calgary. The moral of this story is pretty obvious: it’s better not to argue with me about shoes, because you’re definitely wrong, and I will take this as a grievous insult.  

Saturday, 13 October 2012

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Walk This Way

Sometimes I like channelling Steven Tyler's bad-boy-of-rock style for a day or two. There's no such thing as mixing too many patterns, metallic snakeskin is encouraged, and the messier your hair the better! We may be jaded with this sweet emotion, but it's not our fault we fell for love in an elevator; we're the generation of permanent vacations afterall ;)

Metallic faux snakeskin boots by Greenwich Village, lightwash skinny bootcut jeans by Foxy Jeans, white shirt by Tommy Hilfiger, vintage suede leopard print vest by Lillie Rubin, vintage star print scarf, vintage sunglasses, layered stars necklace by Claire's.

images of Steven Tyler fashion from Auntie Fashion, Design You Trust, Fashion Rocks, and Teen Fashion Updates

Tuesday, 9 October 2012

Does the Noise in my Head Bother You?: the Terrible Twos

Bonjour to all my loyal readers, I have now returned! As I predicted, September was kind of a gongshow, and I went m.i.a. from my web-mistress duties. But things have settled (as much as they’re going to), and regular posts shall resume! I’m quite excited about all the awesome things that I have planned to show you lot; sparkly things, leopard print things, neon things, more sparkly things, musical things, expensive things, vintage things, and even more sparkly things. Unlike the traditional “terrible twos” my blog shall be filled with all things awesomesaucepants! For example, this month is going to be dedicated to four musical artists/bands that I find most inspirational when it comes to fashion. I’m not going to tell you who they are, because that would ruin the surprise, but suffice to say they’re pretty damn awesome! Hint: the title of this post is a nod to a certain autobiography by the frontman of this week’s band.

December 1989, a few months before I turned two
(and my rule as a only child ended with the arrival of sister #1)

It’s not really a surprise to most people that I was a precocious child; my first word was “no,” I was up and about exploring, I pulled things out of the fridge, I got into dad’s beer, and I pulled the dog’s ears. Ironically, I loved bath time and swimming adventures in the public pool and hot tub, I slept through the night, I didn’t need a soother (my thumb sufficed), and I played with books in a non-destructive manner. I figure that this behavior reveals something about my adult nature: I’m more interested in finding things out for myself than making others do them for me, exploring new things is fun in a safe environment, and I choose my words carefully before speaking. Some people say I complain a lot and that I’m pretty weird, but you’re all only seeing about 10% of my total whine-capacity and strangeness. Barely the tip of the iceberg. Trust me, you couldn’t handle the other 90%!