Fancy Feet

Skirt- J.W Anderson x Topshop

Shirt- Thrift

Heels- Vintage

YES. That is exactly what it looks like, a comb. Not only is grooming essential in the corporate world, but it also makes or breaks your social life. Therefore I come prepared, comb in hand, hair in neat form, ready to chat with all of the psychos that come my way. Wayne the Town Bum where you at, my friend?  He exists, really. He's a fine lad. 

Alright I'm going to cut this one short today for my own selfish reasons, an Arrested Development (music and/or TV phenomenon) party part II with my scarborough hooligans. WEEEEEEE.

Have a marvelous sunday. 

June 1

There comes a time in life when the climate you think you know so dearly suddenly chooses to sky rocket to an unbearably scorching heat, leaving you none other than option 1) To perform daily chores in nothing more/less than your most preferred undergarments. No really. I'm not kidding. 

This was yesterday and I was NOT a happy camper. This escalated by the time I checked the online forecast then proceeded by sticking my little chubby arms out the window to verify this absurdity. There are only two ways for this to pan out. 1) Pursue daily activities and come to realization that I will stink like an old man and be drenched in sweat. 2) While in a comfortably air conditioned estate (a.k.a- me casa) bust out the good old ice cubes and smear. Without thought, scenario 2 appears to be the most enjoyable and least committed option but let's face it here, this is no fairy tale. 

I got to thinking.

What would Homer Simpson do on sweltering days like these? Of course strip down to his underwear and plop directly onto of a frozen package of peas. The female replica of Homer would do the same, with a simple addition of a bra. So here's my next move. I took my most breathable, most essential sports bra and ran right out of the house to go about my day. Exactly like that. Oh yeah. Alongside a skirt, varsity jacket, yada yada yada, shoes. You get the rest.

I have to say this little experiment of walking about solely in a sports bra caused a lot of controversy or simply a few dozen lingering stares, both creepy and shameful ones. Of course it was no help I decided to hang out in Scarborough's motel central district alongside Kingston Road. MY BAD. Though not really. 

Okay. Later alligator.

   

Here's some fun for you, if you can spot the mosquito bite, you win. 

Varsity Jacket- Vintage

Sports Bra- National Sport

Necklace- Thrift

Purse- Vintage

Skirt- Vintage

Heels- Zara

Sunshine

99.99% of the time appearances can be deceiving.

On this ordinary day (in May?) the sun does so in two ways. 1) Appears welcoming and warm and encouraging all of (wo)mankind to step outside and dance beneath it's warmth as if our lives depend on it. 2) The sun's ability to "transform" my naturally white pasty skin into a golden retriever tan.

The former is more believable whereas the latter is nearly impossible. Though if you put two and two together you'd discover and suspiciously wonder why I'm wearing a wooly knit and full length jeans indoors and not outside. That's right. It's BLOODY COLD. Nobody enjoys wearing an entire winter outfit; parka, sweater and pants, only having to strip (almost entirely) mid-day and re-clothe in the late afternoon. Mother nature is a real piece of work this year.

Or better still I could be a pathological liar. What if it is scorching outside and humankind actually decides to follow through and dance vigorously in the heat. My latest obsession with jeans and knits can possibly be the cause that is enabling me to lock myself in a room where I have full access to an air conditioning system because I strongly refuse to remove the jeans. Did I learn nothing from the Jean Machine festivities a few days back? One word. Jorts.

Attention: Jorts will become priority on my shopping list once the climate starts heating up. HA CHA CHA!

Knit- Vintage
Jeans- Gap 1969
Heels- Aldo

OVO Salutations

Although I may have blossomed into a snobby bitter cynical know-it-all downtowner, deep deep WAYYYY deep down inside scarborough will always have my heart. This redundancy in "scarborough rules downtown drools" needs to be vocalized every so often as I drift off and get sucked into the downtown facon de vivre while I act and react exactly the way a typical downtowner would.

The scarborough thug inside me is shaking her head with disgust.

Bottled water? sparkling water? mineral water? What ever happened to the good ol' hose at the side of the house? Now that's scarborough. Or what about the grocery store selection downtown has to offer at Longos or Whole Foods where basic food products are tripled the price? It's all about the Food Basics and No Frills, some familiar words in scarberia's vocabulary. The Scarborough Dictionary.  Now there's a business proposition with substantial revenue. As I have recently moved back into suburbia, I was in the right state of mind to overdose on scarborough pride with my tight hair, baggy pants, sneakers and the bling around my neck. Smart or what? Only these photos weren't taken in dear Scarborough but if they were I'd be oh so cool. Or not. Who really cares?

Now you may have noticed October's very own (codename: OVO) in the title of today's post or simply smack centre of my shirt. Although the "O" resemble more of an omega symbol than an alphabet letter, it endures the same amount of importance. I hope. I figured as the world hunts for OVO fest tickets as a crackhead hunts for crack, I'll cheer you on as you bargain and purchase tickets worth +$100. Good look with that. No seriously, I mean it. Good luck.

Anyways what is more scarborough than OVO, right? WRONG. I can't envision the OVO clan slumming it down in scarborough. But who knows everybody has a little scarborough loving in them. Maybe we can all jam it all up at the Dollarama at Morningside & Kingston Rd. Don't pretend you aren't familiar with that plaza and all of their classical tunes. Hit it up please. Hit it up. We can sip our $300 champagne in their plastic wine cups. Alright my work here is done. Enjoy your day. Bye bye.

Tip to survive in scarborough: Look mad at the time. TOTALLY Kidding. It just so happens the canon may have "accidentally" captured my attempt to suck in my food baby to look nice and slim for you all. You should know I'm not so perfect. So hard to believe right?

Shirt- OVO

Sweater- Wilfred

Pants- Rihanna for River Island

Sneakers- Isabel Marant

Necklace- Vintage