feeling fancy

I don't have too many events or occasion to get dressed up very often.
Oh sure, we go out for dinner a fair bit, and get together with friends, but that's not really ever anything too fussy.
For the most part I'm a pretty casual girl.
I don't have any stilettos, sequined skirts or strapless dresses.
I don't even think I own a single pair of nylons.
Black tights from Club Monaco don't really count.
Even my jewelery collection is pretty classic and simple.

So when big daddy mentioned that he bought two tickets to the annual Snowball benefit event for the Casey House, I kind of was at a loss when it came to what to wear.
The place would be filled with Canada's top designers and style makers, so what's a girl to wear?
Especially a girl that is most comfortable in Black Hunter rubber boots, leggings and knit sweaters.
Not to mention it's mid February, not the best time to shop for new fashions.
Still too cold for the new spring things slowly trickling into the stores, and everything from Holiday has been completely picked over.
Plus, I'm not much of a sales shopper.
I almost never find my size on sale.

So in the end I settled for the tried and true all black look.
I figured you can't really go wrong.
A tight black wool pencil skirt, with a cute belt, black french cuffed menswear dress shirt.
My good ol' black tights (bonus that they double as a tummy flattener) some simple black heels, chunky necklace and a cute animal print fur clutch.
Sound pretty pain Jane?
Well the best part of the outfit, at least for me, was that big daddy had one of his favourite hair & make-up artists come to the house to do my hair and apply some foxy false eyelashes.
What a treat!
My eyes looked so dramatic (if I do say so myself) and even if no one else really noticed, I felt so different for the evening.
They took a while to get used to, but I felt fun & flirty,
I was batting those things like crazy all night. (the vodka & cranberry didn't hurt either)
I want to wear falsies more often!

Anyhow we had a great time, it was for a terrific cause.
I was inspired by all the men's' fashion (bow ties are apparently very big)
Holy handsome lads everywhere.
I'd love to say I was inspired by some great women's looks, but the ratio of men to women was a bit off.
Fun to be the minority for a change.
It was like a pride parade, but with everyone dressed in their finest.
Big daddy said he got his bum grabbed, which didn't bother him too much, because according to him "he's still got it."
I laughed so hard when he said that.
Did I mention how much I love that guy?
Only the most confident of men would be cool with that.
Not too many husbands I know would call a friend to come over to do hair & make-up for their wives either.
I'm a pretty lucky gal..

The music was amazing.
The ambiance was very cool.
Great to see old friends that I haven't seen in ages.
Such a fun evening.

I'm an Urban lumberjack and I'm okay

I sleep all night and I work all day....
Remember that song?

Anyhow I was reminded of it the other weekend while we were at the Brickworks.
I couldn't help but notice many a fury face.
Sure it was a Farmer's Market, and there were plenty of bearded tree huggers roaming around with hemp cloth canvas bags of celeriac, beets and seed bread, but I've noticed this "fashion" trend all over the city.
(for the record, I too have a hemp canvas shopping bag, love trees and enjoy beets just as much as the next gal)
But it's as though every Canadian male has decided channel their inner Canuck and grow facial hair, sport a red & black checked flannel shirt, slim jeans and black or brown lumberjack boots.
A few even had the ubiquitous wee black knit toque worn just so..
I honestly can't tell a twenty year old guy from a fifty year old man these days.
Okay maybe a slight exaggeration, but still, these young guys look so much older with all that facial hair.
Bonus for the older guys, who now look kind of young and hip.
Don't get me wrong, I kind of find it sexy in a manly kind of way.
Then again I'm glad big daddy's face is smooth and hair free.
Though admittedly he does have many a plaid flannel frock in his closet.
And now that I think about it, he ocasionally grows in a small soul patch under his bottom lip just to see if I'll notice and am paying any attention to him.
Truth be told, weeks will go by until I finally do notice it and say "hey when did you grow that?"
and he'll just sigh and tell me a it's been there for a month or so. oops.
Then he'll secretly shave it off and wait a few more weeks until I finally notice it's gone.
Clearly there needs to be more make-out sessions around here...

But it's really become "the look" for guys these days.
I know it's been that way for a while now, but I wonder, is it unique to Canada?
Or maybe bands like Bon Iver & Fleet Foxes, just to name a few, that have started this new unkempt hippie trend?
I will say that when in Europe last fall, I definitely didn't see any men dressed the way our hairy Canadian guys dress.
In fact quite the opposite. Most were very quaffed and tres chic.
Just a random observation.
How about you, do you like your guy to be clean shaven or sporting a bit of chin curtain?

bossypants

I love female comedians.
Well actually I love most comedians, with the exception of Andrew Dice Clay, and that guy with the really annoying voice...Gilbert Gottfried. That guy is so not funny and super annoying.
Anyhow it feels so good to laugh especially when the jokes are clever and the timing is just right.
Life can be so serious, and every once in a while you just need a good chuckle.

I just finished reading Tina Fey's Bossypants and loved it.
It's the perfect antidote to the February blahs.
I laughed throughout the book.
Tina is so clever and hilarious.
I love her honesty, sarcasm and self deprecating sense of humour.
If you haven't read this book, you should.
It will make you feel happy.
Or at the very least have you crossing your legs so you won't pee your pants.
Girl power!

These are a few of my favourite quotes from the book..

"sleep when your baby sleeps."
Everyone knows this classic tip, but I say why stop there?
Scream when your baby screams. Take Benadryl when your baby takes Benadryl. And walk around pantless when your baby walks around pantless.

Photoshop is just like makeup. When it's done well it looks great and when it's over done you like like a crazy a-hole.
Unfortunately, most people don't do it well. I find the fancier the fashion magazine is, the worse the Photoshop. It's as if they are already so disgusted that a human has to be in the clothes, they can't stop erasing human features.
"why can't we accept the human form as it is?" screams no one. I don't know why, but we never have. That's why people wore corsets, neck stretchers and powdered wigs.
If you're going to expend energy being mad about Photoshop, you'll also have to be mad about earrings.
No ones ears are that sparkly! They shouldn't have to be! You'll have to get mad about oil paintings- those people didn't really look like that! I for one am furious that people are allowed to turn sideways in photographs! Why can't we accept a woman's full width?! I won't rest until people are only allowed to be photographed facing front under a fluorescent light.

The Mother's Prayer for it's Daughter
the entire chapter (like the entire book) is bang on and super funny, but here's a few of my favs.

First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither the Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.

When the crystal meth is offered, may she remember the parents that cut her grapes in half
And stick with the beer.

Lead her away from acting but not all the way to finance. Something she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes.
And not have to wear high heels.

What would that be Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I'm asking You, because if I knew, I'd be doing it, Youdammit.

Grant her a rough patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short and adulthood is long and dry humping in cars will wait.

And when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit, I will not have it.

And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord,
That I may see her lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 am, all at once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
"my mother did this for me once" she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby's neck. "my mother did this." And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental note to call me.

and finally...

What Turning Forty Means To Me
" I need to take my pants off as soon as I get home. I didn't used to have to do that. But now I do"
oh boy can I relate to this one..

So if you need a good laugh, or a pick-me-up, then do your self a favor and pick up a copy of Tina's book.
You won't be disappointed.

Happy V-day

Without Valentine's Day, February would be... well, January. ~Jim Gaffigan

hope your day was filled with extra kisses and love.

older and wiser

The other day I was in the express line at the grocery store (story of my life).
You know, the one that says 8 Items or less.
I had 10. I know. I'm one of those people.
Or at least one of those people when every other line is super long and I'm in a huge hurry.
But in defense of myself, two of the items were 2 for the price of 1 so that doesn't really count does it?

Anyhow there was an older gentlemen behind me and I apologized for having slightly over the amount and explained that I was in a rush to do the after school pick-up.
He was so sweet and joked that the beauty of retirement is that you no longer have to rush to anything.
He also said he had a daughter around my age and that she's always in a hurry, working and looking after her daughter and that she's always so busy.
He also said he felt sorry for my generation because of all the rushing around we do and stressing about so much more than he ever had to.
He said that he thought that technology has robbed us of our freedom and privacy.
And that these days we have too much choice, too many "things".
I know, all this introspection in the 2 minutes we were in the express line!

But I couldn't have agreed with him more.
In fact these days I find myself fantasizing about finding a time machine and going back to 1950.
When stores were closed on the weekends and families just simply spent time together.
There weren't 800 channels to choose from, no computers, no such thing as youtube, facebook, twitter and whatever else sucks up your free time.
Kids didn't have endless amounts of "play-dates" or themed birthday parties or the multitude of after-school activities to choose from.
Don't even get me started on the housing prices..
Heck even the fashions back then were just so much more simple.
Then again, I guess not too much has changed since then in some ways..

Anyhow, this is now and that was then and no amount of complaining about it will make any difference.
Evolve or die I guess.
But that's not to say that I'm going to try my best to do less rushing and do more living in the future.

Oh and is it weird that I almost wanted to ask for that elderly gentleman's number so I could meet him for a cup of coffee?
Something tells me that he has a whole lifetime of interesting stories to tell and plenty of time to do so.
Only I was in too much of a rush..

well that, and yeah, that would have been weird.

snow fakes

It's hard to believe that we are half way through winter and I think I have shovelled once.
Yup, just the one time.
I think I've also only had to brush the snow & ice from my car windshield once.
Lulu has been able to toboggan at our local hill, once.
Mind you, she kept hitting muddy patches of grass along the way...
Anyhow I'm not complaining.
I love how pretty snow looks when it first falls don't get me wrong.
And I love how quiet everything seems after a big storm and the drama of it all.
There's something about hunkering down and watching it all pile up.

But what I don't love is all the lingering dirty mounds of icy snow that cuts parking on our street in half.
Salt stained shoes and boots.
Wet mitts, socks and snow pants and the worst is perpetually wet floors at the front door.
Unshovelled side walks.
Just the overall mess in the city during the winter I could do without.
But that's life in the great white north.

So this year in anticipation of a typical Canadian winter, I geared up.
I got super dooper warm coats for everyone. Chelsea included.
extra hats, mitts and scarves, just incase half end up in the lost & found.
Boot trays, extra door mats, stock piled the hot chocolate.
We are set people.
We are ready for snowmagedon 2012.
Bring it.
Only something tells me it's not coming.
The new snow blower has been sitting the shed collecting cobwebs.
This morning I woke to the sound of robins and the smell of spring in the air.
I opened all the windows, turned down the heat and realized that in only 6 weeks it's March break!

Wiarton Willie might have a better idea as to what's to come of winter 2012, but my prediction is that it's not.
We'll see.
but for now I'm loving it.

and yes, I'm talking about the weather yet again.
Life is pretty exciting these days let me tell you....