Friends! It’s Friday!
THANK GOODNESS.
Phew, and what a week it has been. Thirteen hour days, volunteer gigs, tears, runs, blisters, beauty cats – and heading into next week, I’m just going to do it all over again.
Do what exactly, you may ask?
The same thing we do every night Pinky…try to take over the world!!!
Because it’s the end of the week, and I am so very excited for the (long!) weekend, I figured it was time to bring back the ol’ Friday Fry-up.
First on the docket:
Street food.
Simply put, I cannot get enough. Although I really try to bring my lunch every day to work, there is only so many days a girl can survive on nutella-almond butter sandwiches (this week was a little bleak in terms of foodstuffs available at the homestead. I am glad to report, however, that to balance this out I ate oatmeal everyday for breakfast, as well as at least two fruits over the course of the work day.)
I wrote earlier about all the great new joints popping up around the downtown core, and it’s nice to try out a different one every now and then.
But there are some days where the only thing I can think about is getting my little mitts on a tofu hotdog, slathered in fried onions, bbq sauce, ketchup, and mustard.
And today, my darlings, was one of those exact days.
I needed to get out of the office, stretch my legs, and spend some time in the sunshine, all alone – on my own.
I walked over to the law courts, purchased my dog, and sat down in my own little sun-soaked spot.
Bliss.
Also, it is weird that as much as I love the hotdog itself, my favourite part of this meal is the two last bites – bites that are nothing save for the bun, the onions, and the condiments (that have all mixed together to form a orangey-yellow super sauce?)
Or is that just me?
Either way, it was fab. And amazingly enough, I didn’t spill a drop on my dress.
Look ma! No dry cleaning bill!
Second on the docket:
These ads from Aldo.
First, let me preface this by saying that I pretty much despise Aldo and never shop there. Their shoes are totally overpriced, and the quality absolute shite.
Plus there is nothing remarkable about the styles they offer. Everything is boring and bland.
So when I see something like this, well, don’t colour me surprised:
Colour me bored and scornful.
Aren’t we over this trope already, or what?
I mean, if we’re going to keep pumping out ridiculous and sexist advertising campaigns, can’t we get something a little original?
For heaven’s sake, just have a vagina wearing the shoes (hell, have a vagina eating a popsicle wearing the shoes, for all I care) and get it over with.
Because the whole banana/iced treat as phallic symbol is old as dirt and twice as stupid.
(Or, you know, if you want to be totally off the charts risqué, just rely on quality products to increase sales, and have your marketing campaign revolve around your merchandise – a radical thought, I know.)
In the meantime, I won’t hold my breath.
Third on the docket:
I CANNOT stop buying clothes.
Okay, that’s a big of an overstatement. I’m not exactly out on a bender, slinking about outlet malls and breaking open my bank account.
However, over the last month I’ve purchased two dresses!
TWO!
Good grief. That’s one less than I purchased all of last year.
Just typing these words, I feel as though I need qualify and explain how cheap the items were, but then another part of me starts shouting WHO CARES STOP IT YOU WORK HARD ENJOY IT LOVE IT.
Today at lunch I ventured to H&M (holy crappola, this place is like my fricken Brokeback Mountain – for serious, WHY CAN’T I QUIT YOU!?) and tried on a couple of dresses.
I feel as though these past few days I’ve been oscillating wildly back and forth between über feminine and über masculine looks. For instance, yesterday I work skinny-legged men’s dress pants, a man’s sweater, collared shirt and tie, and today I wore this:
And then I tried on this:
Which actually has a ridiculously cute bow on the right shoulder:
And then I tried on this:
Dudes. It’s a lady-bug dress!!
(Okay, not really. But that’s what it makes me feel like.)
In the end, I wound up purchasing both, but got the first one in black.
(For a very, very low – combined – price.)
STOP IT ETHEL! MOVE ON.
So there you have it folks: Food, fashion, and fallacies (otherwise known as the world of advertising.)
What are your favourite street foods? Have you bought yourself anything nice of late?
Put your feet up, pour yourself a cold drink, and tell me all about it.
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