it’s true, fall is my favourite season, i have written many things in my journal about it, all gay, all true. it makes me feel sad and dreamy and sentimental, it’s the shortest season which makes it SO INTENSE. it’s the best time of year for fashion and no i don’t mean your fashion, i mean my fashion, which consists of the same bag lady sweater i’ve had crinkling up on my hanger for years, stupid jeans that don’t fit right, and toques, omg toques. i’m gettin’ pretty tired of all these fuckin’ fashion blogs fyi, yeah yeah we love clothes i get it, but seriously, so frivolous and pointless to write about it all the time, take a relax pill maybe? i’m into finding a few classic cheapie pieces and hangin’ on to the shit out of them for years and rolling down hills of leaves in them, getting dirt all over, twigs in my monster hair and actually enjoying myself. anyway, i am pretty sure this is martha stewart’s favourite time of year as well, i bet she is making a wreath right now in fact and mulling some cider and sewing dancing pumpkins on some wool socks MARTHA I LOVE YOU.

my fall soundtrack consists of led zeppelin and that’s it, zeppelin and longboarding in oakville and my grandma’s house and riding into town or walking into town at nite taking a different route every time and then meeting up with fil at a pub and staring at him like that woman who lied about being kidnapped or whatever that story was about.

i was pretty thin when i met fil which made crazy fall outfits ten times easier, when you have long hair and a big mouth you can essentially wear any old tickle trunk outfit – it’s v hard to pull that off in the heat of summer but i give you props for wearing a scarf and a t-shirt when it’s 28 degrees and when i say props i mean silently guffawing my head off.

fall is for lovers, sears catalogue lovers, THAT is fall.

this is the most selfish time of year for me and i am insanely protective of it i don’t know how to explain it, it’s my last dance before months of stir snow crazy, it’s walks in rattlesnake point, rosy cheeks and sweaty backs under your little jacket. the beginning of hibernation and thoughts of couch surfing and horror films and beers.

oh man don’t get me started on indian summer.

another reason i dig it so much is cos i usually waste summer, as much as i say i am doing summer right, i always do it wrong. fall is summer redux, SWEATER SET VERSION.

fall is vintage, and vintage is nostalgia, and nostalgia is the past and SORRY I CAN’T HELP MYSELF.

magda trzaski and her blog is here.

not one person guessed it right, and many of you guessed things that i have actually done before like oh, JAZZ (well to be fair you guessed jazzercise) and alicia guessed driving, did that last weekend, and i conveniently left out the part where i drove into a tree BRANCH, twice. and if you delve back into my archives you’d know that cemetery hang-out sessions were a big part of fil and i’s courting days, and i’ve been to medieval times, and chuckee cheese. nope no brazilian wax yet or cn tower elevator ride.

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RED LOBSTER!!

and i had an anxiety attack there too! wicked!

i am drinking a pumpkin beer right now that i think tastes like hp sauce. sick. my niece told me she loves me like 60 times today, i know, swoon right?

HI DAD DID YOU LIKE THIS POST?

i think i am talking about potato chips here, seriously, au gratin old dutch ghetto nacho cheese all the way and so forth.

i am going somewhere for my very first time ever EVER and if you can guess what this place is you will get a prize. put your guesses in the comments.

my ass isn’t flat in real life, that’s my underwear crampin’ my style.

did you guys see the bob saget roast last nite? it was funny, a little meh, my favourite joke was by that comedian who is always squinting, here it is:

JOHN STAMOS WALKS INTO A BAR AND THE BARTENDER GOES HEY WE HAVE A DRINK NAMED AFTER YOU AND JOHN STAMOS GOES YOU HAVE A DRINK CALLED SECRET FAG?

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no make-up, wet hair, plastic bag my book comes in when you order it.

i bought fil a flytech dragonfly for his anniversary present, doing’er up right now can’t wait for cid’s reaction brb with an update about it.

update: cid does not like the flytech dragonfly.

so alicia invited me over to go through garbage bags full of clothes she and joe had purged, she said bring steph, we walked over yesterday then fil showed up and we all scored big! feels so good.

so these jeans, 28s, fit me, as i was pulling them on i was like thanks guys for sending me into a depression spiral then ta-da fit like a dream. i may need to treat myself to some side crunches but other than that, v pleased.

remember how i was crying about wanting peacock feathers? (what a giant fucking baby right?) anyway, alicia gave me a ton of eccentric crazy lady jewelery, my favourite.

got a little greedy. the smaller bag is fil’s loot.

then our skidly little buddy came over for some brews, jackass, late nite salad and cloverfield (SUCKED)(cloverfield did).

skidfanie could not get over how my ass looks in these jeans.

creepin’ on me behind my back! alicia i hope you don’t regret passing that bag lady sweater on to me.

bacon i baked, fresh parmesan i lovingly grated, tomatoes, cucumber, spinach/arugula carrot mix w/ olive oil and jerk sauce dressing.

cid was being a mental cos we smelled like this cat that wandered into alicia’s place, it lives upstairs and when it shows up alicia holds it captive. such a cute friendly guy.

breakfast with dinky this morning, blazin’ sun, my unshowered scalp/hair was greasin’ up big time.

my tan is almost all gone, i’ll have to do something about that.

they totally burnt my bacon i was pissed, did nothing.

clothesplosion!

birthday gift for my niece, apparently it’s the toy of the year. i was torn between this kit or the cat experiments kit.

and one of these guys, remember them? there was also a bin of mexican jumping beans on the counter and they were rattling and jumping around. i stopped myself from buying any, i asked how long they last for, dude said til the new year. i’ve bought them before and they did fuck all. he said they probably froze at some point.

jesus, blythe fanatics are the crazy cat ladies of today, look.

seriously i feel crazy after watching not even half of that. at 3:05 – 3:15 she makes a crazy face at her “dolly” and crazy laughs.

let me tell you about this book i’m rereading for the fourth time, it’s so perfectly dated and romantic and whimsical and sexy and sad and hopeful, the pages are yellowed, i nicked it from a bed & breakfast in bayfield when i was a teenager during family summer vacation, the room we had had this bunk-type loft double bedroom and there’s allusion to an apartment like that in this story, half-set between paris and london. if you consider yourself a fashion-conscious urban dreamy romantic hip lady, find yourself a copy of this novel.

in a nutshell, this parisian girl lives with her gay dad and his bf in paris, her mother died when she was born, her gay dad has an artisty sister living in london, girl stays with aunt, idolizes her, meets all her awesome friends, aunt dies (you find that out straight-away in the book so it’s not a spoiler), girl inherits aunt’s money, goes back to paris, grows up, cuts off all her hair, becomes assistant to big name photographer, has lovers, becomes heart broken, more lovers, someone dies, i forget how it ends that’s why i’m reading it again.

“I WAS MOVED, INVOLVED, AND HATED FOR IT TO END. I LOVED IT!” -LAUREN BACALL (favors caps lock yelling)

“A genuinely sophisticated entertainment…cunning social observation and sharp prose.” -Vogue

“A powerful story!” -Vanity Fair

didn’t get much reading or eating done, an old friend called and i lost my appetite completely on top of an already non-appetite thing going on, go stress demons go!

regretted outfit choice, way too much brown, and too hot for 3/4 sleeves made of volcano. also, these two dudes were eavesdropping on my entire conversation with old friend and then fil so on my walk home i self-consciously played back in my head everything i had said to decipher if it was fabulously scandalous or just insane.

raymi lauren said…

omg according to kindergarden raymi i am supposed to be a famous movie star like barbie by now with like $100,000 and kids and a red corvette and fur shawls and big blonde hair oh and then be madonna in my spare time.

how to deal with your MY depression!