Hey remember that time I was in a music video for the beauties (and I had no idea it was being shot, not until it had been up for 2 months!) and you saw me all these times within a minute?
And in a vintage Puma tee no less. That’s the owner of the Drake beckoning me, we were hanging with him Stew and Trish and I. Fun night!
And then I danced. Like I said, I didn’t know they were shooting a video! I had come from burlesque practise and was all YOLO on a Sunday night, as The Dakota was wont to be those nights yeah.
It was short and sweet but we loved this little car as much of a “downgrade” as it was compared to the rest, it was super cute, fun and summer soundtrack on cue as all hell. Plus a goofy rockin’ conundrum.
We were off to a hot tub party at my fairy godma’s.
PS. I searched for this video on and off all day urgh finally! I’m still in fall denial.
Thought I’d give y’all a break from the New York shit. Here’s some graf/shoe porn Toronto style in trade. Keep’er real.
It takes my breath away to see some of these ones, from the glam leading film lady stars of course, to know that they were truly worn in movies I’ve seen. I also have a Judy Garland thing.
Marilyn too obvs. Both girl’s lives ended in tragedy. Hmm. Liz Taylor didn’t exactly end harmoniously. Don’t speak ill of the dead though.
Shoes are such an intimate thing and yet so, seen. They tell stories about humanity, the time that we spent here on earth who we are and what we did and who we want to be. That’s what I think.
And some got a lotta stories to tell.
Shantell’s work is all over the front of the building of the Bata Shoe Museum right now. Looks tight.
One of the first pairs of sneakers there ever was. Tiny.
Converse galoshes from 1910 talk about diversifying your expertise yeah.
Here’s some more Canadian explorations with my Dutch little treat from last week. It’s nice to share with him the scenes of my various childhood crimes (an expression CHILL) and early adulthood stomping grounds plus now it’s my turn to tell the stories cos I got an earful over in Holland about all kinda of funnylarious wacky and wild adventures taking place all over everywhere we went.
This day we went to Future Shop to get a big monitor. What’s with dudes and big computer monitors right? Must be an IT guy thing.
Niece doesn’t wear these and mine are almost museum artifacts so yoink. I can fit into a seven.
Summer outfits are kinda Carrot Top. Cray. Man I got some eyeballs at the falls. It was a heat wave you are lucky I’m not wearing my Borat suit.
Went for a spin yesterday more on that later. NBD.
Didn’t properly cruise mom’s Facebook til yesterday oh looky loo Tracey. I drew that heart.
Mom said this was so Julian. She has a hyper funny friend from teenagehood and my BF does what he wants on impulse like a passionate mofo I love that. Sure everyone at Barangas did too.
Whatever Falls. That nail polish was supposed to be green. WTF with me now.
This is a look at me dress lets just be honest. Dutch women whipped their heads at me in Holland and then did an I AM HONOURING THAT nod like they were making a note to copy it for later and I was like THUMBS UP at them. Can we all just walk around like a beach resort right meow thanks peace, your friend Laymi.
It’s nice that there’s a rasta banana featured here way to welcome our American visitors, great first impression there but I noticed the locals are pretty “real” so it flows. It’s like a carny town built to please everyone and an ultra ghost town upon immediate vacating thereof. Why am I writing this like a CSI report??
Those shorts are from Holland, it’s hard to gauge what’s in fashion here cos I’ve been away in terms of neon are people doing it a lot here can we do a poll? I also like how my bf tried to tell me I couldn’t wear cougar or animal prints over there, it’s everywhere. Also Do you think I would adhere to anyone’s fashion rules over that of my own ever?
Still haven’t shown the back of this guy, long black zipper. I have several new things I haven’t worn yet it’s just too hot.
And instagrammed. Yawn.
My throwback. Hi K-OS.
I don’t know how to rotate flickr pics yet.
Hi Moose. Send that to Moose. A dutch guy obsessed with Moose, we got to the bottom of Moose.
I’ve been coming here since I was 2. Someone digs it. Yeahada. Oakville love.
Our stuff is a novelty to him.
These things still exist he’s like. Yeah man go for it.
Could my earrings be huger? Yes they could. Guess where they cam from.
Hi guys. Comin’ for you today. Maybe you’ll see me.
Our friends. Squirrels are a big novelty too they don’t really exist in Holland. Even table relish, that green sh!t is a Canada thing. I’ll keep you abreast of more curiosities you can feel special about as they come to me. Our cars are bigger too. Everything is bigger. Garlic. I keep getting exclamations of mundane things being AMAZING. Stop the world there’s three highway lanes kinda thing.
Oakvegas pier finally got that it was vertigo scary and dangerous to walk down it all burly-like without a rail I mean I grew up with it riding burly like that but still on windy wave crashy days and when you and your brother/friends like to play PSYCHE out pushing shoving there maybe it’s best to have a rail.
Or if your kid ran off it.
He’s so cute. Look waves. Swoon.
And his Euro picture poses. Look I’m at the/a club?
Sailboat jealous.
Zoomy zoom.
My monkey. Wonder what my dad thinks of all these nicknames he’s hearing. He thinks BF is a gentleman. HAHAHHA. Aw.
Mom loves him too, he makes her laugh. One time in Aruba we followed them to a shopping mall and were all in a store he grabbed a stupid looking green floppy sun hat and said in his crazy accent I AM SENOR FROG! Then he took a pair of shorts I had tried on and nixed and whipped them across the store like you would your underwear at the wall and my mom and I died laughing we were all sweaty tanned and wearing bathing suits it was hysterical Lois didn’t laugh though she wasn’t sure about him yet. I’m LOLing right now even writing about it. I went and picked up the shorts and hung them up after scolding him WTF don’t do that ahgahha he doesn’t give a f*ck it’s very attractive.
They start opening these guys up in the fall I think. I’ve been going since I was a kid.
Waiting for his mail. Think I’m going to update my desktop to this one.
Oh there’s your mail go and get it. Lazy.
A huge fuzzy bee was above me pretty much in a flower. I’m gonna put pause on this we’re going to the city remembuh. Have a nice one.
Time for a Mom feature Little Raymis. It has been been awhile plus this w/e it’s all about yo mama! Lets check out what the dream team Tracey the Minx and Lolo got from The Drake General Store for their Mom Wow shopping date. Ten times cooler than sending flowers, these chicks love to do things (spazzes). So a shopping excursion and lunch in the city courtesy of my home away from home homies The Drake/General Store was the dopest idea. I can’t be there to do it myself this year and do the here is a construction paper card with a crappily drawn flower on it DAUGHTER OF THE YEAR custom-made. Hell I bet if I made those I could sell them for $100 each (self inflated egotism at its best). Remind me to assemble a team of interns to make homemade cards and plagiarize my name on them as my next career move project to fizzle out after 6 months.
Nice stems jeezis. Nice glasses too! I love how they copy and one-up each other constantly, we always copy each other’s “thing” it’s cute, playful, and fun. Monkey see monkey do. Life is a mirror.
I love this store. Ever since it opened. The owners are dreamy too.
I have never eaten so many eggs in my life since living here.
As a writer I have a great affinity for books, journals, note paper, whimsical stationary, collecting meticulously effortlessly designed notebooks. This makes my heart swoon.
I love this photo. Lois is my godmother. Am I a mother collector? I think I am. GAhah. All your moms are belong to us! I think it’s because my mom is like a child and I am a habitual f–up I am a never-ending fix it project based upon my totally aggressively laid back lifestyle. In other news we watched Our Idiot Brother last night fwahaha.
These I love. I want to make a terrarium. I wish I was not so lazy that I would make one. I want to be the kind of person who makes terrariums. Like David Suzuki. I think I would faint if I met him. National Treasure. His daughter seems wicked too.
Why yes. I. am.
I can only imagine how Dom dealt with them on Thursday haha she said they were very charming. I said my mom is worse than me no filter, which is the charming part D said. AWWWW.
Nice. I knew my mom would have a field day photographing in there. Bonus Mother’s Day gift for the obsessive shutterbug.
In their natural habitat, divas.
Okay ok ocray.
Oh my god I want new clothes so bad.
I want that dress. Love this picture. Florida tanned.
Canadian summers are the best though.
I would love to table dress. I like arranging things, decorating, kitschy vintage-modern, post modern eclectic, nostalgic curiosities. I am a “things” kind of person. Things are based on emotions, the need to tap in to them also if you’re a loner you like play things to fill in for people.
As a girl, how does this box of beads make you feel? She either got it as a gift for a girl or for herself and now she’s going to make me a bracelet.
This makes me feel awesome. Plus “I need it”. I need it in a cabin I don’t own yet.
I guess my mom “needed” this too. She has a lot of jewelry. I “need” some of it. Lol.
When I landed we got to stare at one another for forty minutes through the glass as I waited for my luggage. Frustrating. The phone started dialing and I bet a phone somewhere on the other side rings? I got spooked and hung up though.
Whoops. ALL good now, separated in to two vases some just couldn’t reach the water cos they were all stuffed in to that tiny wine cooler HAH then we left them in the front window with the curtains closed.
The table is going to be replaced but not from ikea he says. I’m all whatever about it but it’s nice to do the whole playing house thing. There’s a lot of vintage dutch around here too, love retro design and the bright colours despite some thinking the 70’s were tacky with all that orange, it’s not for everyone. It’s hot out today, well, winter is definitely gone and it’s 21 I see it’s going to be overcast in Toronto? I check your weather before you wake up. When he gets back from a meeting we’re going to go do some Dutch stuff. Also as an aside I explained what a Dutch oven was and he does not find the duplicity as funny as me BUT he does perform them on me so I think that he actually does now. Fuck it’s always outsmarting, out-witting and out fucking with over here my brain is constantly being stimulated combined with love and in Holland it’s romantic and crazy, but normal. Going to the fysiotherapeut was funny I kept having to hide my smirk. Normal to them, not normal to me and I’m not even walking around baked all the time so the normal is even funnier because I’m not imagining it. I had my lubed foot rubbed by ultrasound from a guy wearing tight mustard corduroy pants in front of my boyfriend and I’m trying to speak english with the doctor while he’s jerking off my foot in a cuckoo clock designed modern fun house of a clinic and it was normal, it was normal, but everything has a keebler elf aesthetic to it. I like it I really do. I think I’m just fucked in the head in general and I get lots of laughs out of life, moving on. I’ll show you pics later on, I go back Friday.
I didn’t ask what’s under those tires but farmers use them to hold down their ______?
Old men and their cars that they baby/adore more than their dumpy wives (no offense) they sat at a table directly across from their babies and eyeballed them like hawks. Brit cars in Germany. BF points out every single car of interest to me, make, country. There’s lots of cool ones. He’s getting a new car too I forget what. I don’t have a blog name for him yet so I just call him he or bf, that’s good enough for now.
Common house shade but like everyone has them, like one house got one then everyone got one, ranging in colours, I’ll be sure to ask why.
Front hall.
Pre-donair carpaccio I made salad too. Holy fuck I am a total house wife now I mean I’ve done it before but sometimes I’m like how the hell do I do this again? Luckily I have mad foodie skills. It’s neat to see how someone else cooks something a different way, or cuts mushrooms different, it means debates on everything. EVERYTHANG. Like WWII I am this close to saying my grandpa dropped b*mbs on Germany lol but it doesn’t matter cos he’s not German maybe I’ll save that for next week when I meet Christine and her german bf wtf small world right go look.
It’s a late spring though the trees haven’t gone green yet but there’s cherry blossoms blossomed. It’s still very green and gorgeous otherwise the grass is all new.
Hair is getting long. Next on to do list is to trim the ends, a teeny bit, and, myself back the hell off my hair I will stab you.
This is where I live. Ha jokes.
German gas station, were grabbing beer for our donair date.
I wish this was taken during the patch of sun but it’s not. He’s done his meeting now so I better finish this crap up stat.
We have this in Canada right? I swear we do?
Waiting for our snack.
This is what they call a snack, it’s cheap and there are long line-ups and a place down the way copied their style and built a place like it but they have no line-ups.
It went up from 2.50 euro to 5 though.
So good. We shared and passed out early. We get up way early and I think that’s good, yeah? Okay bye for now I have to hang up my clothes and fix my face. Tonight we have the chicken I marinated for supper, it’s smelling goooooood. oh and ps. I’ll tell you what I meant by “method blogger”/ing later on and yes it has everything to do with Joaquin Phoenix lol WWJPD?
Hey guys spent the weekend realizing my dream of being a hotel mall rat it was awesome. Splurged on the fam-damily too since I’m stuck around them all the time anyway. Plus my bro never really lives it up like Tray Cray and I. We had my niece let ‘em live a little and it’s my birthday month, beginning of March break for the Hailster before we know it she’s going to be too cool for us. We stayed at the Sheraton and had a rockstar blast. I’ve stayed there many times before I have a lot of history with the big S haha and I breathed a sigh of relief when a ton of shit was forgotten off our bill at check-out.
We had girl’s night mom and I at Milestoners yesterday the first non-hotel meal I think? 4 Bellinis and 4 apps for 40 pretty deece and some personal water bottle vodky may or may not have made its way in to our glasses mom was like nobody cares don’t worry. It’s interesting hanging out with her because we constantly fight but we understand each other, are resigned to the lack of patience but just deal anyway I appreciate her more than she knows or will let her.
I love the underground PATH of Toronto. How you can avoid being cold can catch glimpses of the city’s underbelly these mini fast food places, this photo makes me happy because it is sad. It confirms the sadness I feel afflicted with day in and out. A hobo was sleeping off to the left I didn’t at first notice. I don’t think people should sweep homelessness under the rug ever. I appreciate everything in life that I have and I accept my shitty short comings. My mom’s compassion for the down-trodden is a huge inspiration to me. At first I felt it exploitative but now I see it as kind and honest.
It’s an eccentricity linked-to thing, I’ve inherited it too. Colourful people and life is what my decade-plus blog’s foundation is built upon. I believe in self-improvement and the nostalgia-effect of a hotel staged as backdrop to certain periods of my life is sentimental. Everyone has a favoured hotel with sentimental attachment. It can be a home away from home when away from home and the constant flow of strangers, travelers, each as intriguing as the last perhaps, always an exciting tale around every hallway corner or lobby shadow throw in a pool and let the games begin.
The bonus excitement of it being St. Pat’s weekend was palpable. It’s no mystery I adore escapism so this struck each glory nerve. I am super under-socialized, like always I feel no matter what the hell is going on in my life so it’s like going in to the belly of the attention beast trap. I dunno, people at fashion week for example in the phoney world of that might be accustom to forced socialized pressures of “an event” in a different way than one might at say a hotel lobby where people of all walks are being real, for real. I prefer real. It’s been said of me in photos at events that it’s strained and the look on my face is obvious, it doesn’t mean I don’t like being there I just don’t like certain people who act funky to me there like they know me, I prefer the anonymous kindness of strangers to the pretense of Oh, so you’re here faces.
My birthday falls on Easter this year. Whaddup JC.
I made it to the liqbo before it closed on Sunday at five through throngs of drunks cutting through the mall on their pub thrush breathers. I missioned it through the mall I wasn’t sure what our night plans were going to be but I wanted champers and vodky on standby just in case to avoid ordering room $ervice. Some rummies eyed my precious bag of booze and had me worried I’d have to throw down.
Secret side door smoking section.
View zoom in.
H & S stayed for Saturday night only this was saying bye while waiting for valet.
Bellini accoutrement.
Can’t believe how long she lasted up there.
Fads are fleeting so I’d pass on these pinks but if I was platinum I’d consider them.
I should have bought that scarf hat thing
So gorgeous. I passed this display a hundred times.
So many still lifes. A lot of photos are still sending I gave up have to get ready for gym soon anyway. I’ll try again tomorrow.
The Irish bar smelled like barf so we decided to have a pool/hot tub girl party instead waaaaaaaay better idea.
Marnie was wearing this shirt on Girls last night Shannon pointed out to me which means I am clairvoyant because I bought it Saturday. Hers is likely the designer version of it but anyway it’s gone now cos there was a tear in the sleeve and although it’s really flattering the colour it’s a bit of a one-trick pony so I exchanged it for a cardigan and some jewelry. I didn’t buy it for St. Patrick’s Day either I just love this colour plus according to Sephora emerald is the colour of the year aka anything green which compliments my hair tone like cray. We stayed here long enough for mom to film the Irish dancing girls, didn’t bother ordering a drink and bounced.
Shannon’s scarf is famous guess why.
See how my shirt is static clinging itself to my body lol.
Pretty mom. I’ll blawg her pics later.
Someone made a wise choice and left this behind. OR it was the last one ahha.
Outfit win. They were sweethearts.
His purse matched mine haha. We didn’t want to engage so kept it at that.
I wanted to see Oz but mom doesn’t like fantasy movies WTF!!!!! We saw The Impossible and bawled our eyes out infinity times instead yeah cool story Tracey. Great flick though. Gripping.
