Toronto is currently engulfed in it’s third *third!* polar vortex! What’s up with that? I mean as much as I love Star Wars, and pretended to be Luke’s other sister all through my childhood, that does not mean I want to live on the ice planet Hoth. For one, there’s a serious drought of cute clothing options. Two, the only way to stay warm is to crawl inside a Wampa. And three, the Empire eventually will invade. Can please move on to the much nicer moon of Endor, with the Ewoks, those guys know how to throw a party.
When your kid’s throwing a huge tantrum, or just plain being demanding, when you haven’t slept, or eaten because you’ve been running ragged, and when they’ve fallen *or whatever* despite being told four dozen times not to do it or “You’ll hurt yourself,” that’s when you pick them up and hope that it makes them quiet for a moment.
And that’s when they dose you. Don’t be fooled. It’s not an accident, and it’s not coincidental. I’m firmly convinced that my kid knows exactly when to release that smell. The one on the top of their heads. You know the one I’m talking about. The one that sends you into perfect relaxation and bliss. The one that makes you love them and feel like being with them is Nirvana. I don’t know what the technical term for it is, but I like to think of it as “Mommy crack.”
She’s got it down to a fine art. She’s got it timed. She knows exactly when her Mama needs her next fix so as to not go completely off the rails. She’s my drug dealer, and she’s also the supply. So I can’t cut out the middleman in this.
The drug is the middle man.
These pictures were taken a few days ago – obviously the snow is not on the ground – but I needed to post them and here’s why. I organize my photos in such a way that the ones I haven’t posted are always in the folder I’m working on and once I post them I put them in their separate file.
So as long as I don’t post them they’re always staring me in the face. And I gotta say I have had quite enough of staring at the sunshine and no snow in these photos. It’s just a huge darn tease! So there. They’re posted and now they’re filed away and I don’t have to look at them.
Just snow from here on in….le sigh.
You know that old saying, right? Well, I’ve been coveting a few awesome fringe kimonos, but with price tags upwards of one hundred dollars on the ones that I want it was never gonna happen. I budget and live within my means, and those means do not include hundred dollar kimonos. So, I thought, “You want one? Make it happen.”
Browsing through this huge fabric warehouse not too far from home, I stumbled across this gorgeous gray chiffon fabric and had one of those butterfly in the stomach moments. It was the perfect material with it’s soft gray and white leaf print with specks of blue, and subtle silver sparkle. Done.
The roll firmly tucked under my arm, I promptly waded through the fringe bin and found this long, soft, ivory fringe to match. Copying another kimono that had been a gift from my mom, I then starting cutting and sewing.
The weight of the fringe as it swings back and forth while walking. There’s something very satisfying about that.
Total price tag – $32. That’s more like it.
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A friend of mine asked about this top when I wore it. I told her that I’d worn it several times but each time forgot to take pictures. So when I headed out for the evening I tried to play around with a bit of a night shoot. But wouldn’t you know it I forgot to change the batteries on my external flash. So it was a bit of a scramble to try to find some practical light to use.
But hey, I was determined to finally get this top on the site. And finally I managed it….sorta.
Hope you’re all having a great time today. I’m on set all this week for Synchronicity, so check me out on Instagram for some BTS shots.
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This top immediately drew me because of it’s light free flowing cut, and darker design. It’s just one of many unique items that each have a voice of their own.
Blazers huh? That seems to be the theme the last few days. Who would’ve thought. Maybe it’s the fact that I don’t work in an office and therefore have absolutely no need of office attire that has been drawing me to them? I like the structure.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe I’m just needing some structure lately. Standing in the checkout aisle at the grocery store while my Baby Girl dances up and down, around the other customers, twirling through and around them, at once amusing and frustrating them, I probably could use a little structure.
Since I’m unlikely to get it from my toddler anytime soon. I guess I have to settle for a blazer.