Category :Stripes

Alien Zombie Baby

Cardi – Nick&Mo from Trixie in Toronto
Top – Gap
Scarf – Le Chateau
Necklace and Skirt – Ruche
Tights & Earrings – F21
Boots – Feet First

Do you watch The Walking Dead?  Have you
seen the season finale?  It kicked butt!  I saw it late because I’ve
been busy, but here’s a thought.  In the show they’ve discovered that
they are all infected and that when they die – no matter how they die –
they all come back as zombies.  You don’t have to be bitten to turn into
a zombie.  Also, one of the main characters is pregnant.  

So here’s where my train of thought goes:
If
she miscarries in her third trimester, does her baby turn into a
zombie?  Does it claw it’s way out like that thing in Alien?  ‘Cause
though it would be really sad, it would also be kind of really cool.

Yeah, I know. 
If you think that’s bad, imagine how I feel.  I have to be around myself all the time!

Quote of Today:
“My dinosaurs are having lots of babies!”

At-ten-shion!

Top – Gap
Jacket – Old Navy
Skirt – Spotted Moth
Shoes – Payless
Necklace – I made it!

We’re working on trying to reclaim the yard from the weeds and clovers that the former owners let run wild.  Every year we win one more battle.  This year I dug out a lot of the monster weeds that threatened to invade our yard last summer.  I’m hoping that if I’m vigilant they will be slowly snuffed out.  Soldiers! Shovels at the ready!

Quote of Today:
“Don’t worry, our lactose intolerant dog is taking care of the milk spill.”

Psychological Warfare With A Toddler

Pearl earrings – c/o Scarlet Samples
Dress – Ruche
Belt – F21
Shoes – Threadsence

I love my baby, but I’m pretty much convinced at this point that she’s trying to break down my sanity.

She’s hit the terrible twos early – everything is “Neo!” *her ‘no’* and crying temper tantrums when she doesn’t get exactly her own way.  My Mama calls it karma.  Thanks Mom.  I know she’s asserting her independence and that I just have to be patient, let her make as many choices as possible to give her some control, and then just show even more patience…blah, blah, blah.  *I’m not a patient person by nature*  Honestly though, I really think she’s embarked on some kind of psychological warfare with me.

She wanted to go for a walk. I didn’t, but after much  Neo-ing and whining I gave in and said, “Okay, fine. We’ll go.  Get your hat and shoes.”  She did.  I got mine, and headed for the front door.  She headed for the back.

I said, “Let’s go.”
“Neo” She wanted to go out the back door.
“We have to go out the front, so mama can lock the house.”
“Neo”

This went back and forth for a while. 
 
I thought, “What are you doing to me kid?  I’m giving in.  I’m giving you what you want.  We’re going for the darn walk!” *and by ‘darn’ I may mean another word*

She wouldn’t budge.  It was a Mexican stand off.  That devolved into a 15 minute temper tantrum….by her, not me – let’s be clear about this.

I’m convinced she’s trying to make me lose my sanity.  But the joke’s on her…I lost it years ago.  Haha! I win!
Oh crap, wait. 

The Rest Is Silence

Vest – AE
Dress – bought in London, UK
Shoes – Payless
Sometimes I don’t know what to say or do.  Sometimes on these days I say and do something really stupid.  So today I’m just going to sit in silence.  I will say this though – This dress was all of four pounds in the UK several years ago – that’s $8!  Now that’s a deal.

Quote of Today:
“A zombie apocalypse would be really hard with a two year old.”

It’s What I Wore

Top – H&M
Blazer – UO
Pants – swapped
Boots – Feet First
Necklace – won from a giveaway
This was a quick outfit I threw together on very little sleep and absolutely no time to think whatsoever.  I see quite a few flaws, but I think it’s overall passable considering the total prep time was about 20 minutes…including hair, make-up, cup of tea, and warming baby some milk. Oh and the weird fog and humidity we’ve had is doing some weird stuff to my hair.  When I started the day, I had nicely straightened hair, but the time I started work it was a weird, flat wavy thing, and by the time I took these photos it’s was a complete write off. 
But I promised you guys honesty, so it’s only fair that I deliver.  
This is what I wore.
Quote of Today:
“Can the meteor just hit so I can go already?”

Fickle Fallacy

Earrings – c/o Scarlet Samples
Scarf – Lace Affair
Top – H&M
Jeans – Gap
Boots – Locale

I feel a sense of pathetic fallacy in terms of the weather.  Like me, it can’t seem to make up it’s mind about what it wants, and what it is from day-to-day.  In this respect, and though others may shun the fickle season, I relate and respect the whimsical nature of the weather we’re having.  One day sunny, then balmy, cool, crisp, downright freezing, or inviting.  I feel a kinship.
And yes, yes I did just talk about the weather.  
Small talk at it’s finest. 

True Story:
Baby keeps turning off all the lights in every room.  
We spend the evening in the dark. 
I suspect she might be a vampire. 
How cool is that?!

Social Media Rant

Top – Freeloader from Body Blue in Toronto; Jeans – Gap; Boots – Locale.

I have two social media pet peeves *read: huge rage inducing irritants*
Commence rant.

The first is Four Square – just checked in at the McDonalds on so and so street. To the people who use it: I don’t care.  I don’t care where you are at every moment of the day.  My universe does not revolve around your day.  I am not your stalker, nor do I want the position.  Honey, I hate to break it to you, but you’re not that important and this is making you think you are…which is not becoming.  More so, it’s making you think that you’re entitled to things like jumping the line, getting free stuff, and not paying cover fees/tickets prices.  Guess what?  The line starts back there around the corner, pay for your own crap, and fork over the entrance fees like every other regular person.  You are not Brangelina, no one cares that you’re at Starbucks.  I don’t even care if Brangelina were at Starbucks.  Get off Four Square.

The second thing is posting pictures of your food/drink. I’m not talking about the exotic stuff.  If you’re eating monkey brains where ever in the world it is that they eat monkey brains, yes post that please! Or if you’re giving me a recipe along with it, sure, show me a picture of what it’s supposed to look like.  But I honestly don’t care about seeing a picture of your cereal, granola, or your first cup of coffee.  And that roast chicken, yeah I’ve seen a chicken before, your point is?  Again, it’s giving you a false sense of self-importance and entitlement.

Thank you.
End rant.

True Story:
Rants must run in the family because Baby stands on her stool in the sun room heckling and talking at the people walking by.

Sometimes

Headband – F21; Sweater – hand me down; Jeans – AE; Shoes – Payless; Socks – Hue.

Some days are slow.
Sometimes I just want big boyfriends jeans and nothing else. 
Sometimes that’s all you really need.

Quote of Today:
“How do you kill that big zombie with the little one on it’s back?”

Just Go With It

Kissy faces at Baby.

Cardi – Gap; Belt – thrifted; Dress – Ruche; Tights – Walmart; Boots – Locale.

Is it wrong that I don’t want to shop?  ‘Cause I don’t.  I have a bit of X-mas and B-day money saved up and stored, but I really don’t want to buy anything.  I see all the beautiful sales, both online and in store, on some great pants, and dresses, but I don’t have the urge to get anything.   Is that weird?  I think it’s a bit weird for me.  Usually, there are at least a few things that I have my eye on, but right now even those things are on sales but I’m like, “meh.”

It’s not a bad feeling, just an odd one right now.  But I’ll go with it.

I’m sad to see things go though, like this cardi.  You can’t tell so much in the photos but it’s been washed until it looks horrible, and the wool is pilling.  So I think it’s going into the donate pile.  Alas, it’s been a good dear friend, but all good things…

True Story:
Baby grunts when she poos.  
And we think it’s funny, so we laugh.
Now she grunts randomly to get a laugh. 
Cause and effect.

Again

Cardi – Esprit; Dress – Ruche (sold out); Tights – Walmart; Boots – Locale; Bag – Matt by Matt&Nat; Belt – ??.

I don’t like getting older. In fact,  I hate the prospect.  I know I should embrace it, yadda, yadda, yadda, but I don’t want to get older.  I don’t want to get wrinkles.  I don’t want grey hair.  I don’t want to have to harness my boobs to keep them up. Etc. Etc. When I do, I’ll deal with it and try to age gracefully, but I don’t want to get older.   I want to have my current mind but go back in time physically to 21…and stay there.

I’m thinking I might have to become an immortal, you know like the Highlander.   And the awesome bonus is that I’d have a reason to always carry a sword!  I’m a big fan of swords; I own and study several kinds.   Plus, there are thousands of ways to accessorize that trench coat he uses to hide the sword, and I could do each and every one of them! 

Yeah, I know.  It’s not going to happen.  I get it.  All I’m saying is, I hate getting older.

And it’s not just the physical.  I hate it because I had a very different picture of what my life would be like right now.  Some of it is better, some of it isn’t.  Some of it is better than I imagine, but some of it is also worse.  I had a lot of things I wanted to achieve by a certain time.  Yes, I can still do a lot of those things, but some I can’t.  Some of them have a time limit, and that’s just how it is.  So I’m trying to somehow accept and embrace the reality of what is and look at all the things still ahead of me. 

But I’m having trouble.  Maybe it’s a character failing, but I really feel like my twenties slipped through my grasp, like I look back and I can’t even remember where they went and why things happened the way they did.

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