Wednesday Loves: Blues, blues, and more blues (no, just two)

I like to visit Kensington Market because it makes me feel really hip and indie. I also go for the burritos. Here are a couple of purchases from the Blue Banana Market that make my eyes smile.

This little whale usually comes in a set of animal friends but I suppose a few broke, as they were selling him individually. He's a candle holder but in my casa, he loves to store my bobby pins. Absolutely loves it. He told me so just the other day! Said it was a much appreciated career change, never really saw himself as a mini candle holder anyhow. You're welcome Little Blue, you're welcome.

When my eyes spied this popping up here, there, everywhere on the internet, I thought to myself, "it's nice, but ugh, I'm way too cool and unique to have what all the other households have." Lies! As soon as we saw them at the Market, we bought one. We felt extremely fancy and posh, we did. So here it sits atop our Ikea Hemnes dresser, behind Little Blue.

I attended my first graphic design class yesterday and learned a few basic Photoshop tricks that will leave me with a slimmer waist, shoulders, and jawline in all future photos. Oh, and kissable lips. Thanks education!

Wednesday Loves: I look awesome (Retro Panasonic Headphones)

Picture me wearing these headphones. Clearly, I look awesome, right? I can't help but feel like I'm better than you when I'm strolling down Bloor street with these on. You see me and I may look bored and mild but on the inside, I'm thinking "Teehee- yeah, these are mine, I'm hip, I'm cool!" And you're thinking "Woah, she must have a more refined and superior taste in music than me!" To tell you the truth, you're probably right...The real truth: I'm that goofy looking girl who looks a bit loopy and frazzled, listening to Christmas music even though it's June. But, I am feeling smug about one thing and it's that I've got warmer earsies than you! So, ha! (Unless you have a tuque or earmuffs on...in which case, stay out of this).

Kidding aside, the music really does sound better (in comparison to the white ipod ear-buds) and the price isn't too bad. I plan on furnishing our tiny balcony with little chairs and a round bistro table so that I can sit in the hot summer heat, wearing my oversized shades, feet up, book in lap, holding a glass of fancy fruity water, and listening to my music, leaving you in the dust of lameness. See ya!

Wednesday Loves: From London + Paris

I know Wednesday has come and gone but while you, my loyal reader, were anxiously refreshing this page for updates, I was having fits of panic getting on, staying on, and jumping off ski lifts. Sorry for being tardy! To make up for it, I was going to post a photo of my outfit - a one-piece snowsuit from the 80's, courtesy of the dogre's mom. Unfortunately, nobody took a picture of said Kodak moment! No worries, I've got my eyes on it for Halloween 2010.

So, I've returned from Blue Mountain with bruised knees, swollen fingers, and what feels like a truck ran over my arms. I was also a naughty girl and snorted some white stuff.....snooooow! Ha! I suffered two major wipe-outs and received some serious stink eye from a little kid (I got in her way). Ugh, who did she think she was? Actually, this has been the week of dirty encounters with the little people. I've had to maneuver and contort my inflexible body multiple times to avoid crashing into them on the slopes and skating rink. Here I am, breaking my back to ensure their safety and I get the mean looks! What is this?! And why are they so mean?! Their glares made my innards shrivel up. But, little did they know that when I was at a safe distance (from them), I was full of shaking fists and verbal venom (take that, Stink Eye!).

You might be thinking "Dogress, you're such a sweetheart, looking out for the safety of the little people!" I'm touched by your sincerity and yes, I am a sweetheart, but I want to admit to you that I'm mostly just scared of the little people. They make me uncomfortable. I never know what to say to them and usually end up in an awkwardly polite and formal one-sided conversation about their strawberry themed hair clips. I'm also scared that if I knocked one over, he/she would start wailing and everyone would look at me with disdain. Or, what if the kid started cussing at me and I cried?!

Moving along.

We flew over to London and Paris for our honeymoon. Had an amazing time but returned with thicker calves because of all the walking! Of course, I had to visit the shops along Oxford Street and Champs Elysees, as well as the Paris flea markets. My eyes devoured everything and my heart whimpered with desire, but alas, I was a good girl (the dogre may disagree) and limited myself to these items:

tea (Harrods)/blazer (Zara)

rings/bow tie necklace (Topshop)

#307 Orange Fizz + #15 Beige Naturel (Chanel)

 book (Shakespeare & Co)- awesome illustrations!

 

collar bell, lock+key, soldier (Tombees Du Camion)

Tombees Du Camion was by far my favourite shop of the trip. It was like an artful display of abandoned knickknacks, doohickeys, thingamabobs, and whatchamacallits. My heart fluttered as soon as I stepped into the space and I was hit with a wave of nostalgia (for what, I've no clue). I think the co-owner said the items were toy factory leftovers from the 19th century, but my memory is not to be trusted. I was too busy swooning over the visual eye candies. See for yourself:

Can we agree that this is my "shortest" post yet? You can thank my swollen fingers. Good day and HAPPY NEW YEAR!