My obsession for kilts are indescribable at this point in my life. It all started with one kilt which seemed to have burst into a litter of other bizarrely shaped kilts within my closet. How did that happen? I recognize that the drop in Toronto's icky icky heat greatly implemented my transition from pants (NOT SHORTS) to calf length skirts which makes absolutely no sense but appears to seem logical in my mind. Here's something you should know about me; I own absolutely zero pairs of shorts that legally meet summer standards (i.e. I have a pair of leather culottes and that's about it). My collection of shorts have been gradually handed over and reassigned to knits, pants and skirts. As I continuously seem to forget Toronto's four season policy even if the summer lasts for a short few weeks, I have to invest in another pair of shorts.
Hold onto your hats while I temporarily diverge out of the fashion aspect of today's lesson and jump into Scarborough's most notorious and notable architectural destinations. For those of you who barely step into scarborough, either out of fear or lack of interest, I generally seem to build up the image of Scarborough being a motel and Dollarama infested party in the street dungy bar type place. Why? Because that is the exact description any scarbarian will give you. It isn't all bad though. The east end (more specifically Lawrence East and Kingston Rd East) finally has their very own Starbucks. One Starbucks. Hurray!
Scarborough is a very different world than downtown and as I have lived in both areas, you can take my word for it. One thing I forget to mention while highlighting my ghetto east end hood is the large impact kingston rd use to have before the development of the highway of heroes. It was the southern most principal route from Toronto to Ontario's east end hot spots such as Montreal and Ottawa. So take that, Downtown Toronto! The historical building converted into a Law Office that I'm currently trust passing on use to be the home of the Richardson family, early Scarborough settlers long before thoughts of Morningside Mall (which has been gone for years now) or the endless Food Basics and thrift shops strewn alongside kingston rd and lawrence east. I have no doubt in my mind that the Richardson Family casted an eternal spell of funk and soul onto the scarborough grounds. That is the only explanation for it all.
As for what I am wearing to this prominent landmark, you already met my kilt. The remaining portion of my ensemble consists of my grandmother's handmade top, a clutch (though Dollarama insists I use it to protect my laptop), a bone cuff, old Aldo Shoes and Japanese socks that gives these old heels a refreshing touch. SAYONARA SUCKAS!
In the words of MC Hammer, Can't touch this.
Knit top- Handmade by my late Grandmother
Skirt- Thrift
Clutch- Dollarama
Socks- Japanese (2 pairs but you won't be able to tell)
Bone Cuff- Tiffany & Co
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