Do you ever wake up in the morning and feel the urge to dress like Amélie?
So this past Wednesday I put together this little outfit:
I snapped this photo whilst out on a walk-around of Forever XXI’s latest megaplex, a monstrosity currently talking up a huge chunk of (incredibly valuable) downtown Vancouver real estate.
FYI – upon dressing myself this way, I had no choice but to help a blind man make his way to the metro station, all the while whispering in his ear, describing all the comings and goings of the busy streets we travelled.
So that actually didn’t happen.
Ho hum, pigs, bum.
Anywho, I only found myself at Forever XXI because I had a lunchtime hankering for some dressing room mischief, and I had arrived with the express intention of trying on absolutely bonkers clothing.
However, this plan fell by the wayside pretty quickly, as upon my entrance to the store I was greeted by a number of darling dresses, and I realized that I would much rather try on a bunch of adorable pieces than wreck myself laughing over a completely crackers floral jumpsuit.
(But only just.)
I scampered about, scooping up a few things here and there, and eventually purchased two dresses, of which the following is one:
I actually wore this dress last night at my stand-up show, along with a black and gold sweater, and brown scarf.
I like to think that I looked like the most beautiful bruise in the world.
And guess what! I’ve been booked into doing two more shows this month, so I’ll be jamming tonight AND on the twenty-fifth. Meep.
Even cooler? These are both Friday shows, which I can only surmise to be proof of the fact that I’m moving on up in the comedy world.
So in honour of Friday awesomeness, let’s get this fry-on on the stove.
Colour me surprised.
So I was loitering about Sephora like the creeper that I am (okay, I was actually just using the store as a short-cut on my way back to work from lunch) when I saw this:
HOW TERRIBLE IS THIS – I CAN’T EVEN.
Thirty new shades you say?
Why, how utterly generous of you Clinique!
I mean, had I been in charge of this campaign I would probably have gone even bigger and marketed the whole thing as: “Fifty shades of beige!”
I mean, first, how many different variations of white can a company possibly make?
Maybe Clinique should spend some of their research and development dollars on creating a product (or, you know, products) geared toward the myriad of women out there whose skin tone doesn’t fall under the general category of “eggshell.”
Canada is pretty darn multicultural. The concept of diversity (and the fact that when diversity exists it should not be ignored) isn’t that hard to understand.
If anything, advertisers should be interested in providing a diverse, inclusive product, seeing as though it’s pretty common knowledge that the larger client basis a company appeals to, the larger their revenue.
Honestly, I totally get the creeps when confronted with this kind of crap – like when I see nylons or pantyhose (PS I HATE THIS WORD SO MUCH) labelled “flesh tone.”
Flesh tone for WHO?
I tells ya – white privilege. Coming to a store near you.
Sunday morning, post-rain soaked run breakfast of strawberry Nutella crepes and coconut water.
I took a photo of this sweater in H&M the other day because this style will never stop making me laugh.
I believe Noel Fielding put it best, when, wearing a sweater very similar to the one above, he said that he looked like a 1970s Swedish film director.
And I will never stop thinking otherwise.
Also, if you are unacquainted with the absolute madness of Mr. Fielding, I would recommend introducing yourself as soon as possible.
Disclaimer: the latter show is totally nuts, so if you don’t like anything as odd as Kids in the Hall, this might not be the stuff for you. Just stick to Buzzcocks and IT Crowd.
So that’s all she wrote, you beauty cats you.
The west coast weekend weather is supposed to be off the charts brilliance-wise.
I wish you all the same, and more.
Always, always more.