yesterday afternoon sass and i spent two hours at vintage buy the pound (the new bloor location) and they have a blog too! fil waited in the car (playing sudoku on his blackberry and emailing whatever etc he forgot his book AND he did me this solid cos he knew it would make me less crabby for the shit show event what was going to be last nite which i will tell you about later) while we manically tried on and altered dresses – i came out with 6 dresses, a cardi and an insane psychedelic mushroom print smock type thing that if i walked into the room wearing it you would have an instant panic attack if you were baked out of your gourd. anyway, it was fun as hell and if you see something you absolutely NEED but it doesn’t fit right they will alter it on the spot for you, or you can do it yourself on one of the many sewing machines available. they also host sewing and crochet classes and on feb 7 there’s going to be a rock show down in there too, some band on sonic youth’s label not sure exactly whom and there will be booze (shh shh) i suggested to irene (resident sewing and alterations whiz all-around awesome person) to have a couple tables/baskets of clothes on deck so people can drunk shop (they plan to move everything to the back out of the way in case some sticky fingers turn up). actually when we first arrived i asked if i could take photos and gave irene my card she KNEW me from the vice letter i wrote back when i was 18 and was floored by that story i was like well at least someone is – so fucking tired of the toronto hate pool, change already. after that it was a slew of you look great in that compliments which is why 60 bones + later i am a happy gal. ok enough blabber, on with the show.
pre-alteration.
can you guess which one off this wall i bought?
one of the firsts i tried on, did not buy.
oh the fun to be had in here dressing mannequins.
ample mirrors with ROOM paired with loads of lighting unlike black market’s teeny space.
irene did some magic on it and made it tighter, i was too insecure to let her make it super tight but now wish i went for it so i might bring this baby back for a visit. also, if you’re in a hurry to have something ready they will fix it for you and deliver it to your house can you believe those little elves so nice! sass was overhauling a dress and at the last minute a zipper came off and they wanted to work on it more and then drop it off can’t believe it i’m still stunned, that generosity just doesn’t happen in the world i know.
have you narrowed down your guess yet here i did it for you…
LOVE this number, what it was before i even would have worn but now it is so famke jensen at the 2006 mtv awards show she presented with rebecca romain at i have not gotten that image of her gliding across the stage out of my borderline-obsessed mind since.
alright moving on.
a place for your dude friend to hang if ness. (there ARE guy threads too fyi).
see right over there to the right.
my yes pile.
the longer it took for sass to work on two dresses, the more shit i tried on. not complaining.
insert oblivious kathy lee gifford sweatshop joke here.
and here.
a nice little fashion guy sauntered on in to offer some voice of reason to some of my selections, he disagreed on one dress i was not feeling myself and i’m glad he did. he yessed everything else. if you try something on and it doesn’t immediately jump out at you that you look amazing then you shouldn’t buy it.
two garbage bags with new goodies arrive!
when you go “thrifting” (yes i know that term is way pretentious lame) be sure to wear leggings and a teeny tank so you don’t have to be chilly and naked if you plan on trying on a lot of stuff.
oh don’t you think i won’t be back soon. when YOU go be sure to grab one of their adorable pamphlets it has a schedule of all upcoming events. (feb 3 is valentines mittens! feb 5 is learn to crochet a valentines cupcake!)
back at sass’ the can i actually wear this out hits home.
yeah of fucking course i can just do it why not.
hahah then crazy comes to tea.
i might wear this today we’ll see, nothing says superbowl like um, this dress?
borrowing it!
which way to the barbie dream house i got lost once i passed polly pocket way.
i kind of super dig this one and will do it right. with curls and a lamb. oh man wait til you see the others.
then dreamy 18 year old 5 feet 9 inches of beauty strolled on in no big deal you know. oh man can i talk about your eye patch sam? well i guess i just did but not the “best” part about it.
a slew of photos of me i tried not to get any of you guys in them this time.
ok except for this one i missed my chance to capture the pretty bouquet t’was before this baby’s pretentious breath collection (or whatever it is), we’ve been at the whistle so many times over the last few weeks i felt a kinship with that fucking bouquet.
hey what’s up i came to be extremely moody and to party, the first part is taken care of now bring on the rest.
oh i was in a nice place last nite i was.
my friend jeff put his flash on my matt’s camera. now i want one. but i’m not a camera dweeb like err ahh, anyway. ps. if you want to buy one of fil’s framed photos hit us up, cheaper than my stuff!
see the flash difference now and how washed out my beautiful face is? learning is fun.
i met this guy paul before at matt’s birthday party, funny how alcohol totally thiefs your memories like that eh? turns out he’s some kind of deal i dunno i was too busy making up dumb jokes about his glasses. we blabbed about our mutual appreciation for christmas thanks to his shirt.
matt just told me i met paul before BEFORE too. hahahaha.
regrettably i am not in this picture but the following quips from our man on the right were hilariously incriminating. not regarding zach though unfortch.
in the foreground, awesome, in the background, matt realises he knows paul too.
when we left the steamwhistle a nice snowball fight ensued it felt really nice smashing snow in matt’s face, like, super good nice. no snow jobs were had as we knew how that would turn out. at the end of the skywalk we were greeted by four security, the only female of the lot had the balls to be the deliverer of the you must exit the station news. i’m sure they could hear us all the way from the other end of the walkway screaming and hurling snow bombs. scattered on the ground up ahead on our path were a ton of white triangle paper cups, they looked like snow and we thought OH YES more ammo until we came upon them to realise no, not snow. good time that was.
i washed my hands like crazy when i got home.
skid clan came out to represent, i’m laughing cos to everyone else on the subway it looked like i just jumped on these stranger’s laps for a photograph. i even did the walking down the stairs bit when we got off before them i realise none of this is making sense so have a nice one.
I got hooked on your blog sometime in 2004 or 5, I think. I’ve checked in at least once or twice a week ever since.
I wrote you once before–just a one-off, throwaway “hi, love your blog” thing.
I’m sending a pic of my cat because I had to take him to the vet for the last time last night.
I miss him and I’ve been a mess all day. It was/is so much harder than I had prepared for.
I don’t know what is motivating me to send this to you, but I’m going with it. I know cid is a big part of your lives, so I’m sorry if this is an intrusive bummer.
Marlowe loved to drink from the faucet. He would sit on the bathroom sink and wait for me to get out of the shower and then pester me until I turned on the cold water. He’d sit and drink while I put in my contacts.
He had bad farts sometimes. He always looked guilty when he let one go, especially if he happened to be in my lap when he did it.
Anyway, I just wanted someone to know he was my best bud from the time he was a kitten and it really sucks that I only got to spend eleven years with him.
Gog
siiigh, to marlowe.
being a pet lover/owner is a slippery slope cos we know that inevitably our little buddy will leave before us but our lives are all the more richer for ever having them in it and they make us better people.
i feel like these guys at least understand me right now ugh i know shut up.
there was actually a dial tone.
what shitty overpriced faire should i go with tonite? we were planning to go to irie but we walked in the wrong direction and it was too snowy cold annoying to walk back in the other direction.
stay classy san diego.
the taco bell view was hilarious to me at the time.
yes because when i think of mexican food i think carrot cake, BEST carrot cake at that.
vodka rain, like purple rain, except vodka, and actually nothing like it at all.
i think i’m having a wee turning 26 meltdown, folks.
yeah, just a little bit.
WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING WITH MY LIFE! basically.
yikes.
are those AA disco pants?
ugh don’t even bother guessing how many full house photos i have on my laptop. i realize i have a problem, yes.
in other great news i found out last nite my makeup is being discontinued. the girl at the cosmetic counter said just to let you know this is being discontinued i said but what am i going to do!? hahaha. they didn’t even have my shade (still) so i chose a lighter one, so get ready for ghostface killah no more orange oprah. ahh down right rotten land much.
i just annihilated a solid hour of wii fit and feel slightly less insane.
i dreamt it was summer and i was buying a white beach dress by a pool, i woke up and i was none of those things.
watched benjamin button last nite and my face was a river.
see you at the steamwhistle tonite for fil‘s closing party and my fantastic mood. it’s going to be another one of their unsigned bender nites with bands and snacks and liquor etc.
oh look a black candle at tattoo “rock” parlour how totally err, expected?
GOTH SPELL ATTACK!
i’m sorry (not sorry) but that was extremely hilarious to me. a white candle likely would have pushed me right over the edge. or a pink one. i think my being a jerk is pretty much guaranteed always.
speaking of jerks, matt left his own dinner party AT HIS PLACE stinking ripped no less to specifically place gum in my hair and then blame me for it. thanks pal.
gill the frenchie was there what is this a fucking reunion?
one part curtis santiago came to hang, this be mikey. i asked what colour is next for the m’awk, he says red, i say platinum?
oh right we’re here for brad‘s show that’s him back there. ps. the new songs are great.
why so deer in headlights this is nothing new you know.
ahh the buddy pose, you should have both tilted your heads and hugged each other, my favourite.
cowboy is partly responsible for the gum in my hair, he jinxed it by having the same length hair as me.
do you guys remember goldfinger? that’s their drummer darrin.
great lighting.
then it happened fucking hell. i leaned over to chat up matt who was drunk swaying in the breeze there, i turn my head and my hair somehow gets inside his open maw and drags out his gum. look how much he is concerned about it too. the cowboy was horrified, long haireds get it.
allison put ice on it and got it all out, had to rip out some hair though.
the consensus was hey at least you have something to blog about tomorrow. what? fuck you. you think i don’t have other shit going on to talk about like old ladies in my building and squirrels, yeah excuse me while i contact the star so they can run this byte as well.
so the end of brad’s set was spent like this, thank you matt!
everyone sitting behind us you’re welcome for the show.
eugh.
check the bags of vodka, i wasn’t supposed to get a bottle cos i was fil’s plus 1 then i told cameron um well this lack of bottle will influence my blog post tomorrow…
love is an understatement.
cam could not resist.
robert plant was on this wall before that eyesore was painted over top.
ok vodka 101 to come shortly though i am not that obligated cos i was just a lowly plus oner. who thinks i’m even influential to begin with? pfft. maybe your mom.
AM Matthew: how’s the hair?
11:35 AM me: ugh
im hung
Matthew: me too
me: you blamed me for it all nite remember
v cavalier of you
Matthew: had to take a cab to work
haha
me: ha
Matthew: dude, you swung your hair and it went it my mouth
if anything you owe me a piece of gum
me: see there you go
instead of im sorry
11:36 AM Matthew: hahaha
I’m sorry it happened to you but I didn’t do anything to make it happen other than chew gum
11:37 AM me: and open your big mouth
Matthew: I will never open my mouth again when I am around you, deal?
me: OMG THANK GOD
Matthew: hahaha
11:38 AM I’m just going to completely ignore you when you’re talking to me just in case it happens again
me: well i will refrain from being a nice friend and chatting you up when you are alone drunk swaying in the breeze
Matthew: perfect!
glad we have that settled
11:39 AM me: like i give a fuck if your brother knows about that polish cabbie
actually lying, DYING to know
Matthew: haha still haven’t told him
I’ll see him on Friday though
me: you owe me a story
the secret to tan lines sans back loop lines shall be revealed…
last nite we did a ketel one vodka at the spoke club (ooh fancy) tasting then saw brad’s band at tattoo, in-between some terrible food was had at tortilla flats. brb when my brain gets together and decides to just chill oot. i lost some of my hair to gum last nite compliments of matt, allison helped get it out. muchos stories to tell.
