I've learned that you shouldn't wear everything that looks cute on someone else. We've all flipped through Vogue and thought, "omg I have to have that!" But the reality is not always so kind. We're looking at the size 0 model who is basically used as a clothing hanger to view this fabulous outfit. In the real world, we all have different bodies. What looks incredible on someone else may not look so good on you. I don't know how many outfits/combinations I've come across that I thought would look awesome ... if only I was someone else who was petite. Instead, I'm big and curvy and some things just don't work for me. I've had to accept it. It's okay though cause some pieces may work for me that don't necessarily work for other people. Although, I do sometimes wish that the fashion world made a lot more cool shit for curvier ladies. I guess I'll have to stick to my shoes and handbag obsession for the time being haha.
Also, try something crazy. Why not? Who the hell cares what people think. I've travelled a lot and I've never seen people so brave about fashion except in Asia. Japan is awesome for people watching and fashion. However, make sure you are comfortable with what you're wearing. Bold is good if you can handle it and hold your head high entering a room. If YOU care about what you're wearing a little too much, and if you find yourself freaking out about what people think about you, maybe it's not the best choice. I find that if you're not comfortable it reads all over your face and mannerisms when you're in public. So be brave and have fun!
Wednesday, 15 September 2010
Sunday, 12 September 2010
Design your own shoes!
This website Shoes of Prey is a pretty awesome concept. You can design your own shoes! It's a bit on the pricey side if you ask me but it would be cool since it's your own concept! I once watched a documentary on Salvatore Ferragamo and how they make their hand-made shoes. It's pretty cool to see how such wonderful shoes are made.
You can even see some finished examples on the site.
The black and white brogues are pretty cute.
You can even see some finished examples on the site.
The black and white brogues are pretty cute.
Tuesday, 17 August 2010
My dream vacation
I want to go to Bora Bora! I've been looking at pictures for YEARS haha. Tahiti and Moorea would be awesome too. They're often in package vacations together which would be awesome. Looking at pictures of Bora Bora just makes me want to go there so bad! Some day! I want to stay in one of those little huts right on the water.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
The Benjamin Franklin of Monogamy
Reminiscing in the drizzle of Portland, I notice
the ring that's landed on your finger, a massive
insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end
of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt
in your voice under a blanket and said there's two kinds
of women—those you write poems about
and those you don't. It's true. I never brought you
a bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed.
My idea of courtship was tapping Jane's Addiction
lyrics in Morse code on your window at three A.M.,
whiskey doing push-ups on my breath. But I worked
within the confines of my character, cast
as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan
of your dark side. We don't have a past so much
as a bunch of electricity and liquor, power
never put to good use. What we had together
makes it sound like a virus, as if we caught
one another like colds, and desire was merely
a symptom that could be treated with soup
and lots of sex. Gliding beside you now,
I feel like the Benjamin Franklin of monogamy,
as if I invented it, but I'm still not immune
to your waterfall scent, still haven't developed
antibodies for your smile. I don't know how long
regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
I don't know how many paper towels it would take
to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light
of a candle being blown out travels faster
than the luminescence of one that's just been lit,
but I do know that all our huffing and puffing
into each other's ears—as if the brain was a trick
birthday candle—didn't make the silence
any easier to navigate. I'm sorry all the kisses
I scrawled on your neck were written
in disappearing ink. Sometimes I thought of you
so hard one of your legs would pop out
of my ear hole, and when I was sleeping, you'd press
your face against the porthole of my submarine.
I'm sorry this poem has taken thirteen years
to reach you. I wish that just once, instead of skidding
off the shoulder blade's precipice and joyriding
over flesh, we'd put our hands away like chocolate
to be saved for later, and deciphered the calligraphy
of each other's eyelashes, translated a paragraph
from the volumes of what couldn't be said.
-- Jeffrey McDaniel
the ring that's landed on your finger, a massive
insect of glitter, a chandelier shining at the end
of a long tunnel. Thirteen years ago, you hid the hurt
in your voice under a blanket and said there's two kinds
of women—those you write poems about
and those you don't. It's true. I never brought you
a bouquet of sonnets, or served you haiku in bed.
My idea of courtship was tapping Jane's Addiction
lyrics in Morse code on your window at three A.M.,
whiskey doing push-ups on my breath. But I worked
within the confines of my character, cast
as the bad boy in your life, the Magellan
of your dark side. We don't have a past so much
as a bunch of electricity and liquor, power
never put to good use. What we had together
makes it sound like a virus, as if we caught
one another like colds, and desire was merely
a symptom that could be treated with soup
and lots of sex. Gliding beside you now,
I feel like the Benjamin Franklin of monogamy,
as if I invented it, but I'm still not immune
to your waterfall scent, still haven't developed
antibodies for your smile. I don't know how long
regret existed before humans stuck a word on it.
I don't know how many paper towels it would take
to wipe up the Pacific Ocean, or why the light
of a candle being blown out travels faster
than the luminescence of one that's just been lit,
but I do know that all our huffing and puffing
into each other's ears—as if the brain was a trick
birthday candle—didn't make the silence
any easier to navigate. I'm sorry all the kisses
I scrawled on your neck were written
in disappearing ink. Sometimes I thought of you
so hard one of your legs would pop out
of my ear hole, and when I was sleeping, you'd press
your face against the porthole of my submarine.
I'm sorry this poem has taken thirteen years
to reach you. I wish that just once, instead of skidding
off the shoulder blade's precipice and joyriding
over flesh, we'd put our hands away like chocolate
to be saved for later, and deciphered the calligraphy
of each other's eyelashes, translated a paragraph
from the volumes of what couldn't be said.
-- Jeffrey McDaniel
Back in Canada
It's been a while but I have a good excuse this time. I moved countries haha. I finished up work, then went to Spain, and came back to Canada for a while. For the next week I'll be running around doing errands all in the hopes of finding a good job in South Korea again. We will see! I've been taking pictures here and there for my Project 365 but I've forgotten which days are what.. I think I'll have to go through them before I can upload! I hope everyone out there is well.
I'm glad to be home for a bit and that I get to see friends I haven't seen in quite some time but man am I really missing Tom. It's making me stuff my face with comfort food lately. Sigh.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
The Bucket List
I watched the damn movie because of my love for Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman and it made me want to make a list of things I want to do. I went the route of something less depressing sounding than a "bucket list". I googled it and a site came up so I joined!
Although I'm already disappointed because I tried to get tickets for Henry VIII at Shakespeare's Globe but they were completely booked up :( booooo and I'm not gonna have time to see Scotland or the Lake District before I leave either... so I may have to do that in two years or so. I'm not sure I'm all that bothered about seeing the Lake District but everyone in England keeps demanding that it's something to see.
Here it is...
http://dayzeroproject.com/user/randommichelle/todo
I did however start watching movie classics that I've never seen. I watched Guess Who's Coming to Dinner and In the Heat of the Night. I've discovered that Sidney Poitier is the MAN.
- courtesy of tvtropes.org
"They call me Mister Tibbs!"
Although I'm already disappointed because I tried to get tickets for Henry VIII at Shakespeare's Globe but they were completely booked up :( booooo and I'm not gonna have time to see Scotland or the Lake District before I leave either... so I may have to do that in two years or so. I'm not sure I'm all that bothered about seeing the Lake District but everyone in England keeps demanding that it's something to see.
Here it is...
http://dayzeroproject.com/user/randommichelle/todo
I did however start watching movie classics that I've never seen. I watched Guess Who's Coming to Dinner and In the Heat of the Night. I've discovered that Sidney Poitier is the MAN.
- courtesy of tvtropes.org
"They call me Mister Tibbs!"
Monday, 28 June 2010
Sorry I haven't posted in a while!
There's been a lot of personal stuff going on with me. A lot of it is too personal to put on here so I shall refrain speaking of it any further. Anyways, Tom surprised me today by buying me a necklace from Swarovski that I've liked for quite some time. How wonderful of him :D
Now if I can only get these rings and a dress I want from Jaegar I'll be complete haha.
I don't know which one of these rings I like the best. Any opinions?
Now if I can only get these rings and a dress I want from Jaegar I'll be complete haha.
I don't know which one of these rings I like the best. Any opinions?
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