book fashion

as you may or may not know, gentle internet, i am currently completing a master's degree in information. wtf is that? you are mostly likely asking yourself. that sounds boring and i came to this blog to be entertained by a lot of pictures and colourful things! you are supposed to be blogging about fashion or something so shut up! pictures! links which lead me to items i can purchase! 

NO! LISTEN TO MY BOOK FASHION! LISTEN WITH YOUR EYES!

*two shelves of black-spined books not shown because i was using the wrong lens and couldn't get a wide enough shot*

So one night, I decided to (get drunk and) organize my bookshelf by colour. During my studies I learned about all kinds of complicated multi-faceted organizational schemes with which one best organizes shit. but see the whole point of organizing something, is so that you can find it again, preferably easily. when you're organizing a billion books then yeah you need some kind of organizational scheme that makes it easy to identify one book from the next. and most people, with their personal collections either don't organize at all, or they alphabetize. 


what's kinda neat is that brent and i may not know the author of a book (especially rando non-fiction, or the editor of a collection of fiction) but we definitely know what colour the spine is. and while i pretty much just did it because i was bored and thought it would look cool, it's actually pretty useful. who knew pretty could be useful?

hi, park!

today, me 'n brent 'n danielle went to high park to see the cherry blossom trees. if anyone out there on the internet is snickering at the name 'high park', i am from a town with a 'cooch park' (short for Couchiching) so you should probably snicker at that instead.  we were basically a week or two late for the cherry blossoms but one tree was still blooming and the park was generally lovely and full of naturosity and old people walking slowly and seriously.

i also did something that serious bloggers tend to do which is wear good clothes out in public. i even forced brent to take a couple pictures of me in these good clothes so that i could prove this to you all.

so here's me and danielle (who is hiding) relaxing casually on a bench. i am  trying to have good posture and failing. 

is that the side my heart is on? that's what i was going for. although dr. spaceman told me that we have no way of knowing where the heart is. he's an excellent physician, and a pretty good dentist.

apparently, my purse is trying to escape.

my dress, shoes, and purse are all from modcloth. my tights are from urban outfitters.

in the navy

so this is my saliorette shirt. i found it at the orillia goodwill and took out the shoulder pads. it's big because in the 80s everyone wanted to wear huge clothes that made them look fat. i mean...FASHION (for skinny people only).

my closet is a mess. I HIDE NOTHING FROM THE INTERNET.

sorry i've been drinking a lot

modcloth has been making me so lazy at clothes. the clothes are neat and cute and they fit. UGH WHAT A NIGHTMARE. anyways, i happened to be in possession of a tripod the other night and i took some pictures of some clothes i own. they were not particularly inspired but an update is an update.

let's proceed.

ooh tyra be mad i got my hand by my face. my sweet nixon watch, is something i'm wearing. and also a long sweater thing bought with pride from the orillia square mall stitches during their midnight madness christmas shopping night (which means they are open until 11pm so is actually inaccurate).

shit guys here's a thing: my kensie girl heels from modcloth. then socks from the bay. FUCK. i was doing well.

welp. next time i'll actually be showing you this neat 80s top i got from goodwill. so come back?

gooodbye, ruby shoesdays

this post is a farewell to two pairs of beautiful, vintage, sherwood forest mall goodwill shoes that i scored last spring. since then, i have worn them a total of zero times because they don't even remotely fit me. i get excited when i find such pretties! even when i know i can't wear them. i will be donating them soon to someone with smaller feet than me.

*sniffle*

three pictures and an excuse

so posting has been slow, i know. school is kicking my ass right now, and i have an overwhelming amount of work to do. i have no idea when posting will resume to some kind of schedule (although rest assured, i have lots of outfits to photograph!) so in the meantime, here are a few pictures i took with our new canon rebel xsi with a 50mm f1.8. i am still learning how to use it, but luckily, the other half seems to magically know a whole lot about cameras.

yeah, sports! i remember when the jays were more awesomer. i was a wee lass.

my yellow jeans and some ridiculous bling. i have gotten many compliments on this here bling. the girl at the store gave me a look for buying it, but i knew, i knew it was great.

hiiiiiiiiiiii. everyone can see my bluenotes graphic tee! oooooh nooooooes. pretend you didn't see!

i swear to god guys, i haven't been listening to the new Ke......$.....ha album but if you could stop being a little bitch with your chit chat, and show me where your dick's at, that'd be greeeeeeeeeeat.

the post-bar ensemble

it's the same as the bar ensemble, except comfier pants and messier hair.

$3 sambuca shots & $10 pitchers at a bar at College/Spadina we think was called John's Restaurant, but did not have any signage. the only other customer drank two pitchers to himself while he wrote furiously in a notebook. the musical ambiance was provided by an unnamed guitar duo who, among other things, played a slow-tempo version of Sublime's Santeria. in between sets they threw on a Gypsy Kings cd.

next was Supermarket which was just fine because at that point i couldn't have cared less where we were, as long as it was inside. goddamn it's been cold. much less eventful and i def wasn't dressed for it. my oversized sweater was just fine for John's Restaurant but maybe not for kensington. oh, i asked the bartender for a rye&coke and i got a rye&ginger. which was fine. but incorrect! i almost took a grey toque with a pom-pom off the floor but this friend i have stopped me. i hope it was found by its true owner, or else i'll be pissed.