Hup Holland!

There is clearly such a thing as 'too much' in fashion but the rule doesn't apply during the World Cup. My brother came down from Holland for a week a bit ago and maxed out the airline weight restriction with Dutch soccer paraphernalia. I'm wearing 1/12 of it...

It does make me slightly nervous to post this picture... The Dutch are up against the formidable Brazilians tomorrow and if they lose and go home, it will be painful to open my blog and stare at my cheerful countenance outfitted in the Dutch colours. So, if the outcome is not in my favour, please let me retreat in peace to mend my broken heart and to put the orange gear into my hope chest for the Euro Cup in two years (I do not have a hope chest but it would be useful on occasions like this). However, if the Dutch win, expect me to sew this wig unto my head permanently!

P.S. Even though I'm talking about the Netherlands, I can't forget that it is Canada Day as well! I may not be a Canadian citizen (don't tell Kendi, who just did a really sweet post about me for Canada Day...xo) but Canada has been my wonderful home for a long time! I'm grateful my parents moved here years ago and raised me with the help of Tim Hortons coffee and sprinkle donuts...

Lack of Discipline

Skirt? h&m, old
Sweater? h&m, old
Flats? Cole Haan, consignment
Purse? vintage Roots, thrifted
Ring? gifted

This skirt may be my favourite item from h&m. It's actually really good quality with the softest silk/cotton blend and plenty of fabric. And it was on super sale, just how I roll. I did a lazy man's re-touching job on the skirt because it's a little wrinkled and one of the best parts of the skirt are the sharp pleats. It would have been wiser to iron it beforehand instead of using Picassa afterwards and I did make an honest effort but I was met with this...

Kyle is just so cute I couldn't kick him off the ironing board. He certainly deserves to be kicked off because he doesn't love me as much as I love him. I love him so much, but he just tolerates me and is instead, ridiculously affectionate with Matt. If I am eating dairy products he is all up in my grill, whoring himself out for the milk left over after my cereal is done but other than that, he always chooses Matt. You know the Whiskas commercial? That's Matt and Kyle... going on picnics together while I stay at home with a broken heart. But, instead of kicking him off, I let him sleep and I tried to iron my skirt around him. Which is really as useless as it sounds and so I went out in a creased skirt...

And apparently I can't limit myself when it comes to pictures of my cats. I took this shot without zooming in. Kyle takes his sleep very seriously and didn't mind the camera in his face. Maybe he was tired... I think he only got 21 hours of sleep the day before. Poor guy...

Who Won What

Thanks to everyone who entered the Spellbound headband giveaway! Some of you peeps had some great answers, I was giggling to myself behind the computer (or as the teenagers would say, I was lol-ing... oh no, I can't believe I just wrote lol on my blog...). The winner is Lovers, Saints & Sailors and she plans to wear it to the office as a proud statement that her love for florals knows no boundaries. I like that. I could easily see the peony headband being worn to a wedding or a garden party but there is no reason why your co-workers shouldn't see something so special as well.

Lovers, Saints & Sailors, please email me! I hope you send a picture of yourself at work in the headband or better yet, get your boss to pose with you for extra points!

xo

Bonjour

My ego is hoping that you really missed me... I didn't disappear, I just flew to Montreal for the weekend to visit a university friend. I set a new record one night this weekend when I actually got 7 hours of sleep. I've gone to Montreal 3 times and I don't think I've ever had more than 5 hours of sleep a night. I'm not Martha Stewart, I like a good night's rest... though resting seems like a waste when there is such a beautiful city to explore and I'm accompanied by my friend who is Montreal's Most Enthusiastic Unofficial Tour Guide.

I have to say that I was once again disappointed with my packing skills. Maybe it's the pressure from the girls of Academichic who seem to be able to pack for a European holiday in a fanny pack, but I just can't seem to pare down my luggage. I do try to take some layers to accommodate for fluctuating temperatures but most of my over packing is based on 'what ifs?'. What if I meet the Queen? I should bring my book on etiquette. What if there is a Shiny Things Convention? I should bring a vintage sequin top. What if I get to roll VIP? I should bring my hair extensions.

I did bring a few dresses and some heels because I really wanted to show Montreal how friggen classy I can be. But then we spent all weekend rushing around the city, walking everywhere. I literally wore the same sandals everyday from late morning brunch to early morning dancing. When you are at home it is a lot easier to plan transportation and know when are appropriate times for tripping around in heels and dresses. I think the lesson to learn is to go low key for touristy vacations and leave the crazy stacked sandals and silk dresses at home... but what if I get invited to a charity gala?

p.s. I will announce the winner from the giveaway on my next post... I'm a little behind...:(