Shirts for skirts in 2012.

I took a lot of pictures of myself on our way to Teacher’s folks.

It is a long drive and I was nervous but mostly knew I wouldn’t be taking many pictures there, plus my mom wouldn’t be there to take over for me in that regard so car glam shots it is.

Neighbouring motorists I am sure were perplexed but too focused on driving like maniacs to notice. You could feel the energy of other cars I know that sounds fruit-loopy but, everyone was so aggressive and careless in their Christmas driving manner, it was unnerving to be on the roads yesterday which we were all over as we went to Oshawa and back again to Burlington. Thankfully the roads weren’t slick.

My hands are frigid right now as I type this I should be wearing my new texting gloves aunt Alison got me. Ok I am wearing them now for real. Ok I took them off. I’d need to cut off the rest of the tips to have computer texting gloves which I am now referring to as sexting gloves.

I love any shade of pastel. That’s the word I mean right?

Mom got these candles for everyone. Everyone but me.

Supes blurry. My phone takes a warning shot first then it clears up. Annoying. And the first one (which is blurry) is typically the best posed photo and that is why I use both. Here is a hot blurry one of me and here is a clear scary one.

I invited us to Florida for march break lol. They’re only in town for a few days not long enough to justify turning this bad boy on unfortch which was my secret request (demand).

I was chilly and the only one dressed like a figure skater in my previously mentioned shirt-turned-skirt black sparkly dress (pics to come, no big deal) so I changed back into snowflake princess. I am going to be needing more of these in solid simple print. I feel like I will be wearing teeny harajuku outfits from Pacific mall from here on in. I can’t believe it fits. Shirts for skirts in 2012. I wear that black le chateau shirt as a dress too. Must get mini black booty shorts like Bunny Angora said.

Smoker. Blarf.

We had a heel tutorial/demonstration in the foyer on stilettos with Teacher’s aunt. She tried these on, a size too big for her but all ladies love their heels that’s for sure. I am a pro at walking in them now (almost).

Here I am probably saying holy smokes get it right.

Scary fierce.

Bumpy ride (unable to get a steady macro crisp close-up) but I bought all my gals glitter top coat from sephora like this. Possibly the scene of the crime where I lost mom’s $100 Zara gift card :(. Or Le Chateau. I am an idiot. It was taken out of my bags (who does that?) or I left it on the counter at Sephora, or Foot Locker. I was very upset while wrapping everyone’s gifts, the ones that made it out of the mall haha and so everyone was gifted to the crappiest manner of gift wrapping ever and to make matters worse there was a massive shortage on wrapping paper too. Everything more or less looked like my grand gingerbread house failure. Whatever. I left everything to the last minute as usual, well no, last year I was better, more organized but, as much as I have been a Christmas groupie this year I have never cared less for adequate Christmas preparation before like a husband shopping on Christmas eve getting unwanted bullshit for his wife. It’s just like any other time I come home to see the family, down to the wire, messy, frantic, late, but plus presents this time. I don’t want to be making a habit of it and one of my resolutions for the new year is to be more organized and punctual.

I love this dining room hutch of my grandparents. The table too, very much sentimental worth and real, my grandparents filled their house with nice things. So many Sunday dinners were spent in each other’s company sitting at this table and we still use it and reminisce. I like seeing their stuff on the hutch and using their fine china. Ps. don’t put it in the microwave cos it’s lined in silver lol.

Also posing beside it brings out my minor Scandinavian roots, the blond hair and the wood. My imp starts to show and I serve beer in the steins seen behind me. Das good ya?

Last crazy face one. The purpose of these is, this is my face in broad daylight and it is 28 years old. Uploading these was a majorly annoying process, so out of order and my mum keeps texting me. Anyway I guess that I am face obsessed because of my blog. When I started doing selfies, no one else did. People were polarized by my nerve of doing that. Obviously years have passed and I am not 21 anymore. Teacher said when you say what they say about you (back at them) it’s called a Harlem Renaissance. So when people say I am a trainwreck and then I say it too, I am taking their label and making it my own, which we both know I do not agree with. It’s a matter of fucking with people. If they say I am old looking and then I post pictures of my face (which doesn’t look so old) it’s a Harlem Renaissance. How poetic. It’s celebrating who or what you are despite their bashing of it.

And since we are on the topic, I know I am prettier than whoever the person is calling me ugly anyway because anyone prettier than me wouldn’t even bother. I never said I was pretty, you said I was ugly and I vehemently disagree. You aren’t owning up to your end of this by showing us what you look like so I automatically win the pretty war you waged.

My mom cannot help herself. Hailey got one too.

Mom I will post your heart necklace later.

I uploaded way too many photos and I want a break. Happy times excellent!

At this point I hope it never snows. Bring on summer!

RECYCLE! Ha.