Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fashion LOL redux

I know it's easy to poke fun at fashion - but let's!

Take the spring 2012 Marni collection (photos from

Fabrics, textures, colours and patterns - some lovely, some a bit whimsical and at the very least v. original. The shapes are a bit funny. Those slips or knickers, not sure. I love organza, and I love slips, and slips showing, so perhaps the beige might look nicer in real life.

But, sorry, these socks totally made my day - and my list of Fashion LOLz! (photo from Sometimes a fashion crime should remain a fashion crime and attempts to make them otherwise by putting them on the runway should be resisted.

Fashion LOLz!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Day by day

Sheesh, I'm doing one hell of a lot of writing at work these days, and have little left for my little venue here. Plus, briefing meetings for new projects. It's all good stuff, actually, but with such short timelines some projects are over before I can enjoy them. The other good part is that most of the stuff I'm working on is with the teams I like, which means I'm getting to work with my favourite people, most of whom are smart, nice, organized, and prepared. Really! It's possible! If I'd have known three years ago that I'd be feeling this way about work, I'd have been a happier woman. And now I am one.

It's interesting work too. But man, my eyeballs are tired and dry, and my left hip and right shoulder are both inching along in the same cramped direction. Soon I'll be climbing the belfry to gong the bells.

On the way out the door this morning, I realized I needed a book for the subway, and grabbed A Serious Widow, by Constance Beresford-Howe. GAWD, I love her.

I'd like to include some quotes from this marvellous book, but it's after 11, and I'm going to squeeze out a bit more reading time from this not-to-terrible, albeit tiring, day.

Friday, September 16, 2011

One image at the 9-11 memorial

Of all the coverage of the 10th anniversary of the September 11 attacks, this image, which I just came across, is the one that has broken the emotional dam for me. So much pain in that man, in his hand, covering his son's name. It's all he has of him, this space on the memorial, and it's taken a full decade for him to receive it.

My own dear, beloved, lively in living colour boy just helped me find my glasses so I could see this marvelous moonrise.

Now, off the computer I go, to have dessert with my son.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Channeling Little Richard

Thx for the idea, Lynne. This is exactly how I feel in these golden brogues. Like running and dancing for joy!

You ain't lyin' baby.

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

I am a very silly woman

I promise you that you will believe me when I show you what I just bought, and explain that I have been coveting these since the very moment I saw them, which was this spring, and it proves that I've been totally seduced by consumerism wherein an image or marketing campaign can create a need in you that you never knew you had, and that you in fact do not need.

But lo! Yonder shoes, which, upon my ridiculous soul, I am thrilled to have on my feet.

Saturday, September 10, 2011

Fashion LOL

Among the magazines I picked up from the library was a summer issue of Elle. A really great, mag, by the way, with lots of fab stuff to read and great photos and fashion, including some wonderful androgynous stuff, shot by James Franco (yep, he's a fashion photographer too).

But this takes the cake. Cute, right? I like the vest (I'm trying to figure out how to wear my velvet vest at the moment). But that skirt. That LOL skirt!

 Let's just say it looks kinda familiar. I think I need a closer look at it.

Hmm. Lemme just go into my bedroom and get something. Ah, there we go.

It's the blanket my mom crocheted for me in 1981.

Now Let's check out the deets on that skirt. Maybe her Granny made it  for her.

What's this then, Christopher Kane by etc., ... OMG!
LOL! LOL! Double LOL!

I feel like Lola

... because I've got new shiny shoes!

Since my walking barefoot day, I've been keeping my eyes open for a replacement pair of wear-with-a-summer-skirt shoes that are good for walking.

On a little excursion to the big fountain on the corner (to make wishes and throw pennies), then to the coffee shop (for a chai latte, Naked Orange for C), then to Naot's basement (where the sale shoes are), I found them!

I am, in fact, wearing these comfortable lovelies right now. I have to wear a skirt on Monday cuz I've got these shiny new *quartz & silver* shoes. Feast your eyes:

Friday, September 9, 2011

Getting outa here (formerly "The bloom is off the rose")

Okay, that's enough whining. I had lunch, showered, had another rest, and now I'm taking a little field trip to the library to get out into the world. It's gorgeous and alive out there. Library's only about 100 metres away, so off I go. For me, too much staying home sick breeds self pity. Going out!

Day 2 of being home sick. Wah. Tired of feeling crapola, neck stiff from coughing, and lying in bed, feeling less than useful in the world.

The bloom is off the rose to the point where I don't even want to look at that picture of my bed.

Still lovely sleeping the morning away though.

Thursday, September 8, 2011

The joy of today in six parts

1... guilt-free staying home.

I've been sick since Friday afternoon, but finally succumbed. No guilt, cuz I've worked my tail off this week, which has had the effect of making me sicker. Which isn't great, but the guilt-free staying home is.

2... sleeping from 9 til noon.

Then waking up, calling my boss to find out the stuff I was going to have couriered to me has been taken care of by one of my colleagues.

3... spending time doing zilch.

I got all kinds of ideas for different things. I wrote them down. Even colours schemes for what I want to crochet next.

4... sitting on my blue chair, crocheting from the scraps my mom gave me.

Talk about no pressure.

5... colouring.

Another no-pressure activity, good for restoring your creative juices. It's fun playing with different colours.

This, as well as the crocheting, is what's been occupying me during the times in the evenings when I'd normally be frantically reading-reading-reading jumping from blog to website to twitter to facebook as my son tries to get my attention. It's easier to put your crayons down (always inhale the smell of them first - ahhh).

6... listening to Charlie. I'm making him play for me in order to get dessert.

Nice, eh? Fair bit of time too, coughing up a lung and blowing my nose into old receiving blankets. But there's something to be said for a day of rest.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Want to add a tweet button?

I should say, a tweet button without the cursed counter?

I found the instructions for adding a tweet button to an older blogger blog - I managed to do it last week, but couldn't find a way to get rid of the counter. I mean, I want to tweet now and again, especially if I'm passionately opining, but since this is a modest little blog, it looks rather pathetic to have 99% of the counters say Zero.

Here's the link to the Twitter instruction page for blogger. You can customize it right on the landing page - so very useful!

Monet morning

The view out the window this morning. All the humidity, pollen and smog in the morning sunlight. So beautiful. Like Monet's smoggy London.

Last night, I arrived home to find tenderloin sizzling on the stove and Charlie standing on the top step of the stepstool in the kitchen. He was really and truly helping M3I make dinner, and was proud and excited. He'd help to chop salad ingredients, and spun the lettuce, he'd sprinkled sesame seeds, he was going to cook the pasta!

A delicious dinner, with Charlie himself barely able to eat it, as he anxiously asked me again and again if it was good, and which part was the best. His proud face was bliss.