luckily my friend orders clothes online like a fiend and guess who gets the rejects once she decides the colour isn’t right. how luxurious to be able to even decide a colour isn’t right. in her defense she’s quite fair, lucky for me i have the smouldering (snicker) dark hair thing going on so i can wear pretty much any colour no matter how fluorescent green. oh yeah and i am also insane whimsical so it makes sense.
matthew williamson’s collection for h&m sold out in minutes, someone scooped it all up then sold it online. coincidentally one of the shirts fil bought yesterday is by him too.
i already had new clothes high yesterday and this just put it right over the edge.
something i ordered came today that i prob will send you. bad color for me. good for you. plus it has a bird on it so it’s automatically a winner.
it’s slightly more lime green than it looks…dunno…weird color for me, bird or no bird.
i’ll go try the damn parrot kaftan on and put a canada stamp on it shortly after
(k clearly she takes issue with birds)
It makes me look like an amusement park ride.
oh here’s an updated version:
I look like an amusement park ride after margaritas were barfed on it.
coming to a bar near you soon…
now for the dudes here’s fil’s new threads.
army green i am not allowed to take credit for.
i forced these on him i think i have a sailor fetish and obvs fan of red. they have two pack shirt deal goin’ on btw.
killing my eyes.
we fought over the size of this one, i wanted tight he wanted loose, i think loose is less flattering and you’re forced to pose all casual in it like this old thing? then realistically you do not end up posing so you just look like you’re swimming in a ton of material whereas why not go a little tighter and have immediate hot factor.
matthew williamson shirt. i have no idea who that is so don’t think i even really care.
no idea why he bought these we have like 4 pairs laying around already, waste of money in my opinion.
other shorts i can fold up to the edge of my ass v appropriate.
popsicle dress again you can sort of see the undone thread beneath my arm.
reminds me of stoner drug deal days going along for the ride baked out of my head trying to capture as many lights as possible and literally being mind blown ha stoners. anyway i took too many for my blog so if you’re feeling pretentious you can just go through the entire set instead of just cruising the best of the worst here.
um i think that’s the cn tower.
and to think this actually seemed like a good idea at the time and even for a duration afterward. i was going to produce some full on witty bipolar captions. moment passed.
this is actually one of my favourites haha.
wait let me turn this up a notch. wow.
another favourite. seriously, you can find a painting like this in the tate worth a billion dollars. total wankers, artists. it’s not the artists really who are most annoying, it’s the rich mother$#@%ing assholes bankrolling their garbage. in other words I AM SO FUCKING JEALOUS. i went when it just opened and one installation was literal garbage, sorry, rubbish. this guy displayed his wife’s bathroom bin stuff, it looked pretty cos it was all antique, old tins, condom packages from the 30s. if fil displayed my garbage today it would not look hot, at all.
ok this is boring me now, i’m bored. are you bored?
ok you made the cut, just barely though.
SELF PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST
i give up.
oh wait here’s something for you that i wrote down last nite before i passed out clearly it applies to me, k are you ready? here it comes:
unaccepted everywhere and popular for it.
fantastic!
also not to be a bandwagon jumping reiterater or anything but, summer, hello?
i don’t cheat in this one and it takes me forever to figure it out, kinda brutal. the guy who works there setting up read it off my forehead then flips out cos i can’t get it ahha ENJOY! oh man i look super smart in this one.
went out for a new purse, came home with that and loads more. i’m not the only guilty party, fil bought a ton of new shirts too. we both felt like crap today, shopping made it all go away. ahhh. here’s a peek of my goods. i didn’t get these shoes (only $39!) cos they felt too unsafe. i’m a total wimp and don’t want to spend my summer with busted ankles.
my toes are funked up from dance.
replacing my pair that bit the dust in vancouver. wait til you see all the red shirts i made fil buy hahah.
20 bucks. i like it but not as much as my other bag, that one’s strap is long enough to put across my chest when biking. this one, not possible.
h&m has dude jewelry (brad!) AND it’s cheaper than the girl stuff (well most of it) and this guy is perfect for the dress i snagged from winners.
highwaisted, adorable. this winners didn’t have my grey dress or in any other colours either (cos i blabbed it probably) so we will have to go to the one in the ‘burbs for me to scoop up the rest, i think it came in beige too! naked naked!
i got it reduced down to 20 bucks cos of a slight damage on the side (easy to sew) and this guy is by hurley. i own so many things by them cos it all cycles over to winners. my bathing suit is hurley, that other wild colourful dress is hurley, my blue veruca salt winter coat is hurley too. yawn.
i wasn’t sure about it at first but these two chicks came out of their dressing rooms and were like WOW. done and done.
pockets! i don’t think i’ve had a small size pair of shorts in forevs. also bought a pair of denim short shorts, nothing special. ok canada’s next top model and supper time.
guys, miniatures are invading my fucking dreams now.
hey who’s your friend?
wtf? parked out front of that modern home on crawford below college. that giant beside me would be derlicte, awesome dude.
we took him for a quick walk before the show at mod club to have some whiskey swigs (thanks guy) ugh i am suicidally hung today, no more party for the rest of the week!
i was really into having my photograph taken every time i crouched down to fish through my purse.
um actually i strongly disagree, i’ve a pretty good idea that you are a douchebag. went for a stroll up crawford after gentlemen reg played to show derlicte my old pad and noticed the neighbour upstairs is still kickin’ it (lanterns are still hung) i’m impressed everyone else fucked out of there.
swoon city. so some backstory, our girl emm is playing with nina/nathan’s band A Camp (said like hey this summer i’m going to a camp not A like ‘eh’ ugh forget it) and they are all very lovely and i sort of kept this under wraps but seriously the cardigans grand turismo record was the soundtrack to my bad girl days so i may have been a little starstruck last nite. i restrained myself from approaching nina after the show for fear of severe blubbering embarrassment even though emm’s family. spoken to her husband nathan and he thinks i’m cool (and famous) so that’s good enough for me. it’s like my goal in life to have near-misses with as many idols as possible, basically.
i just sighed out loud when i looked at this one hahah.
so many pictures of her feet sorry if i weirded you out not like i was the only one bonering it up against the stage. swedish curse i guess.
that’s emm back there on keys. haha “on keys” yes that is the least pretentious thing to say ever.
ha remember when i used to blog a stack of concert photos like you guys gave a shit and then just have this profound silence within the post like THERE here is my statement TWENTY PHOTOS you just think about that now. fuck bloggers are gay. anyway, now that fil is the show guy i can focus on taking more photos of myself and talking shit in people’s ears during performances. it’s a good life.
the lighting at mod club is something special though. i just remembered talking to duarte and he yawned 40 times the whole way through hahaa.
i really love their little banner, so precious.
so tiny so slammin’ that goth princess jasmine onesie number i bet every girl last nite felt totally ugly like may as well go home can’t top it peace.
hey dad!
i was told it is bad luck to put your purse on the floor. hahah how is that so? maybe only because someone can rip you off? no matter my zipper finally bit the dust last nite so guess who gets to buy a new one later on today, wicked.
first of all yes, lewd, yawn, who cares sexy is so fucking boring these days but in my defense my left foot slid along the floor further than i wanted it to and click the photo was captured.
downstairs at the mod club is like visiting an old friend serious nostalgic trip back in time take care of that mural you guys!
then i ripped my tights. sass was supposed to grab me a pair of red ones but accidentally got the footless version so now i have a red pair of leggings and a red pair of footless tights that look exactly like the leggings and i still want them in tights style so i will eventually have those too. mad for red.
to top it off, c-pan splashed hot water all over my legs cos the tap goes straight to scalding and for some reason (meme) we like to turn the hot first (assuming needs time to warm up?) then the cold. i have no third degree burns today so you’re lucky.
KR was on the scene too. we slow danced awkwardly at one point.
where are you derek?
spotted him. good work.
plaid shirt told us off for talking dude if you can’t hear standing right beside the monitor then i have no help for you ps we were whispering into each other’s ear, relax. i told him sure no problem but can you be less of a prick about it? he goes they came all the way from sweden (wrong, only two of them did and they’re touring) um i may or may not have said you don’t even know who you’re talking to (he was pretty aggressive) so he moved away and apparently raised his hand behind us in passing cos another guy came up straight away and said excuse me did that guy just raise his hand at you? i didn’t see it but if that guy did then i suppose so. avoided him for the rest of the nite but took a photo for safe-keeping (and the internet hall of fame) and look an admirer is looking back.
then my zipper exploded. awesome. this post is taking ages to write and will only take you 3 minutes to ignore. also flickr is chugging slowly i’m about to snap.
no greys yet.
derek hit the wall and took off w/o saying bye haha.
a cool chick by the name of catherine who used to babysit fil and his sister (sort of family) was present, every time we see emm some of fil’s family turn up, neat to meet them i’m sure it makes their nite meeting me ha.
oh god emm’s shoes kill me too. i hope i can graduate to higher funkier heels soon.
lisa rules. she was telling her engagement story and the whole time i thought she was referring to the guitarist who was across the room putting on socks engaged in chat with someone else and i was thinking wow she’s talking him up a storm and he is fully ignoring it i’d be sitting there listening in on this fantastic achievement if i was him. turned out she was talking about jordy behind me ha whoops. he proposed in oxford!
engaged! honestly i forget sometimes, when i showed up emm said congratulations and i was like uh for what, i thought she was referring to my blogging seminar. i mean i don’t forget we’re engaged you just gradually see more of your people that you hadn’t seen in awhile and that’s part of the ritual, the congratulations steam train.
this is jordy’s reaction to us gabbing about miniatures turns out lisa is all about them too. tellin’ ya they’re gonna take over and you’re welcome for that. oh you may recognize this guy from yacht rock at the boat or djing at embassy in kensington, he gets around.
scheming away about our new lives together with our little trinkets.
ok that’s it bye! no wait before that we ate at il gato nero (tradition) with sass (her first time) i look brutal here but only picture k bye for real nice one derek with that 65 dollar bottle of wine, way to put on airs.
oh i almost forgot sarah polley was in there too and we made eye contact TWICE. she left with three pizzas.
so my next thing is escapism all the way. there are so many more things i want. i blew just under 40 bucks it adds up quickly you go through the store fully overwhelmed and actually have to look at everything (all so tiny, it’s actual work) i told myself 20 dollars is my limit and i will only do this once a month pfft. my mom has a ton of miniatures she said i can have so i need to get my hands on those before i go back i don’t want duplicates. i don’t care how insane this makes me look now that i am an adult i can go buy all the garbage i couldn’t as a kid, take that kid me!
my imaginary teeny family to-be will be very into sending and receiving packages, they are quite worldly and have many friends, all very generous too.
oh and they absolutely ADORE christmas.
!!!
they love to entertain and cook.
they will know how to have a good time.
always prepared too. this thing is so small i can’t stand it, it’s in the tiniest coke baggie ever.
i don’t know how to knit but my little dudes do!
tissue box, my mom has one of these i know also teeny wrapping paper roll, mini playboy with centerfold! fishbowl with fish, gumball machine, bottle of windex w/ old school label from the 80s! i think the thing that gets me most jazzed about this is photographing these things for my blog. i want the dollhouse store to hire me as their photographer cos all the pictures on their website are crap. speaking of, i didn’t take one picture in there cos i have a scheme to go back and somehow finagle a discount. hi i’m raymi and i am going to breathe some new life into your bizarre little hobby here soon you will see a ton of chicks come through thanks to me.
i just went to the bathroom and looked at them again and their tinyness just blows me away, they look way big in these pictures.
thirsty? oh and as per the perfume/lotion bottles i intend to get a ton more cosmetics to go along with them as my little ladies will be extremely glamorous. i entirely missed the food section in the store and by then i ran out of fil minutes so i had to beat it out of there.
honestly who makes these things? how do you make a hole that tiny??
what’s up hey did you like the wine?
oh hi there you looked lonely.
hey you guys busy?
oh mary.
oh shit, party’s in full swing now.
so these will hang in the bathroom for now, the rest on my chachka shelf as they are too delicate for bathroom condensation. i can’t wait to dust all this junk ugh. you really have to have steady hands when placing them i knocked everything over so many times and almost smashed one on the floor out of frustration. yeah this is so going to work out.
hello hello.
i understand if you won’t come visit me anymore no problem, i’m all set here.
just kidding, come over and stare at them with me! bye for now xo your pal raymi.
we watched singles on friday nite so i guess i was feeling very 90s. do you think reality bites tried to emulate singles? anyway fil’s entire being is based on that movie. guy has a tattoo of the fire ring layne staley designed on his calf, had hair down to his ass (sensitive guy ponytail), owns every single cd from that entire scene/era, wool socks, um, other goofy shit. if you think this video is brutal wait ’til you don’t see the cat power one where i make a ton of meaningful eye contact with the lens and sing all mournful and husky and really give it on the i hate myself and i wah-ah-ahnt to die parts.
hey look it’s my new lightning conductor ugh. i didn’t realize the ears had metal in them yeah yeah holding any umbrella during a lightning storm is asking for it enough. i was so paranoid the other day i closed this thing up and just walked in the rain carrying it and scampered like a tard home getting all drenched. maybe i’ll cut the ears off.
also it’s a pretty tiny umbrella, no sharing, yet is just too big to jam in my purse.
ugh i’m so QUIRKY i know make room for the zany look out.
cid and i were hiding in the bathroom from the vacuum. this is why women have become stereotyped as homemakers, maids, domestic house goddesses (barf) whatever term you prefer, because asking a guy to clean first of all takes ages and all the nagging isn’t worth it but in the event you actually get your wish the guy turns into OCD freak and makes all this fucking noise to let the world know he is CLEANING look at me i’m dusting and sweeping i’m mary poppins. it’s like they use it as a weapon against you meanwhile all the times you tidy go unnoticed and happens in secret cos you’re not a glory hog you just want shit organized. next time fil cleans i am going to a spa. seriously he dismantles our entire living space when he goes to town all the chairs are upside down the table is on the balcony he puts any thing that was on the floor on the bed and chairs, dirty shoes even like a crappy art installation.
my dad gave me that.
my chore was the bathroom, fil never cleans it, dunno why he just doesn’t do bathrooms. omg he just walked up to me and said we need coasters stop bossing me!
