Brrr it’s cold outside. The new fallen snow and upcoming Christmas parties inspired these pretties. Black stilettos with just a frosting of holographic glitter at the tips.
Anyone else loving decorating for the season? We inherited this beautiful wreath which I put some candles in. Now I’m inspired with this wreath idea. I want to change it up for every season. It reminds me of this goose. My mom had a goose you see. A life size Canada goose statue made of wood. Every season that goose would get a new bow or headdress, something to mark the changing season or an upcoming holiday. Maybe I just need a goose statue. Random musing finito.
Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of shopping with a friend at the Ottawa Vintage Clothing sale. As usual the sale did not disappoint.
Plenty of jewelry, scarves and other assorted bits and bobs. I found a lovely italian silk pocket square for my man as well as a new pair of cufflinks.
For me I found a lovely gold collar. I’ve been longing for a chunky gold necklace since spotting this look on Lilly Allan and Lana Del Ray.
I also nabbed this scarf clip – I’m not exactly sure how to use it yet but from what I can tell I’ll have no trouble finding good tutorials like this one.
Ok this post isn’t totally about chicken and waffles. It’s about how life can grab u by the waffles and shake u around a little. That’s. Me.
Or that was me for a solid 3 months. Sigh. But I’m baaaack. And I’m going to have a great post this weekend as I’ll be heading out to the Ottawa vintage clothing sale again. Ahhhh nothing says retail therapy like rows and rows of vintage do dads.
I hope anyone reading this blog has had a happy and productive 3 months.
I spent a wonderful Sunday afternoon at The Butterfly Wonderland. It was ahhhhmazing. It was like a 10 year old me got to live in a fairy tale. (Yes that’s right butterflies. I am a princess. Decorate me. Weeeeeeeeee).
Apparently butterflies dig bright colors. Who knew.
I was on my 40 foot limo when I took this snap. Had time to paint my virgin nails last night. Thought matchy matchy would be fitting.
Happy hump day!
Soo my pink tips have faded. And not wanting just blond ends, I took matters into my own hands.
I now have ends which are blue, purple and pink. I’ve also acquired the nickname: my little pony (specifically – dreams pony) from the bf. I don’t watch the show but I love being referred to as magically fantastic horse. Ha.
I did it. Finally.
My hair is pink. Well the tips are pink and I LOVE IT.
I went to see my beautifully talented stylist Amy at Scissors in Ottawa. I love Amy she’s so creative. She always shares with me her insights as to what she thinks will looks best given my own preferences as well as my face shape and hair color. I love sharing in the creative process.
Hair, like fashion, is art after all!