Sunday, June 29, 2008
I'm going to hang in the beauty of nature which means a) there ain't no internet and b) I'll be wearing precisely one outfit for a week.
Even though I won't be posting, I'll be thinking up some great things to tell you on my return.
Don't forget about me! I'll be back next Sunday...
PS I haven't forgotten about being tagged. I'll post on these when I return.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Me, not so much. I tend to kick at things again and again, long after I might have been better off moving on. Except when it comes to the beauty regime. On this topic, I have learned from the mistress, and - let me tell you - if you're a potion you have about 10 minutes to make me gorgeous before I'm done. Transform me - or I will cut you. Cuz I don't have time for this shit. :-)
Do you sense a rant about cellulite cream on the horizon?
The freakin' bottle is supposed to last 2 weeks and I've been following the directions but, at this rate, it's never going to finish and I'm so tired of slathering on (admittedly nice smelling) sticky goop day after day. Not to put to fine a point on it but, given the texture of this stuff, I'm starting to understand why the container looks so phallic...
Note to reader: As yet, I do not appear to have the backside of Laetitia Casta.
Ok, so I'm not going to stop this minute. I do have that bikini to consider and a vacation that begins tomorrow in the great north strong and free. And, theoretically, it's going to turn into summer and I'm going to be frolicking in next-to-nothing for a week, so this stuff has a brief reprieve. But, if you put me in a focus group right now, I'd be the irritating naysayer. So hold on to your wallets kids. (I've got this new face cream I want you all to try...)
Friday, June 27, 2008
Check out the silhouette:
Or, perhaps, stare into the eyes of a poet:
One of my many unrealized fantasies involves a fantastic dinner chez Cohen - a surfeit of red wine, super tunes, warm breeze floating over a cantilevered balcony (verdantly secluded). I'd love to know what it was like for him, growing up in Montreal in the 40s and 50s, about his time in NY, the impetus for his greatest work. Of course there would be awesome sex. (I know he's old but he's virile!) This is not one of those PG fantasies. How else could one truly know this man?
Don't worry. My husband and I have an arrangement. Should the opportunity arise, I get to get it on with Leonard Cohen. And, if the stars align, he can do (the far more vapid, if perkier) Kate Beckinsale. I say, good luck to us both :-) He concurs.
PS: The Thoughtful Dresser did an eerily similar post a couple of days ago. Mine was preposted so I wonder if we could have written about this (reasonably unusual) fashion blog subject at the same time. Wouldn't that be weird?
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Just wait till I post that tome on sunblock and the modern gal... (Seriously, it's coming.)
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Um, hello, does this not prove I was listening??!
BTW: This little dress is on sale for $1500.00 right now. It's regular disposable clothing!
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
One of these, Article 8, is entirely too youthful for the likes of me. (Let's call it as it is, shall we?) The place started out as a T-shirt textile printer and eventually morphed into a clothing store which sells dresses the size of Ts. Despite this, somehow I managed to walk out with a dress that doubles as a shirt (no joke). It's blouson with a tight, skirt-thick hem. And it's acid yellow. With a picture of a lady stencilled on in black. And some silver thrown in for good measure.
You know I'm going to have to take a photo of this, because it sounds too horrible to look at, much less buy. I promise, it's novel (if nothing else). And it's the kind of thing I can wear in the hottest weather because it's practically nonexistent. And ray repellant! With my red gladiator sandals I think I can just about pretend I'm 23 and bartending in the East Village...
Monday, June 23, 2008
So, yesterday, I broke down and took an antihistamine. Big deal, you say. Well, it was a big deal because they really don't seem to agree with me and I ended up, seriously, having an hallucinogenic stone in my bed for the majority of the afternoon.
Now, I realize, for some of you that might be just the ticket on a cloudy Sunday afternoon. But I hate hallucinating! I mean, I'm the kind of girl who likes to actually feel she's inhabiting her body. Like, all the time.
Part of the impetus for taking the antihistamine was to regain enough skin normalcy to try out some fantastic SKII prods that the incomparable Enc both wrote about and mailed samples of to me earlier this week. In a fancy package. Including classy lady monogrammed stationery. And a dark chocolate square. If this is blog etiquette I say, bring it on!
When you read Enc's post, you'll note that there's a whole special way of using the line but, if you follow the rules (and spend a good portion of your disposable income hereon in), you will be a veritable Dorian Gray (minus the scary moralizing)! I'm so on board. But I have to get over the allergy moment first, or I run the risk of conflating an allergic hayfever reaction with a beauty product one. Which would entirely defeat the purpose. Please stay , though, for details of my experience coming up in the future.
And while we're on the topic of experimental beauty, here's an update on my ass :-) Let's just say I wouldn't go into debt buying this product on the basis of its results to date. Admittedly, I'm supposed to use up the whole bottle and that takes at least 2 weeks and blahdeblahdeblah. So I'm reserving judgement. But the best thing I can say about it at this point is that it makes everything slightly firmer. Break out the quarters!
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Why I couldn't have taken these photos in the landscaped part of the garden is beyond me... Tipsy stupors are so lacking in foresight.
I like to call this little composition "K Contemplates Walking in a Straight Line":
You know how unpredictable flagstone is...
Cropped Sweater - Urban Planet (Have you ever even heard of this place? The thing cost 12.50!), Skirt - AA, Bodysuit - H&M, Sandals - 9WestSo happy the sun was shining!
Friday, June 20, 2008
How, you might ask, as an insanely overscheduled, modern working parent, do I have time to scrutinize the fat ripples on my buttocks on a Friday at 8:00 am? It's called taking a vacation day, something I decided to do to celebrate my husband's birthday. We have both been beyond busy and somewhat stressed by jobs and life lately, so we intend to spend this partly sunny, 19 degree summer day lunching and boozing and shopping and having sex (egads!). And then, this evening, our lovely friends S and N are taking us out for dinner in celebration of our combined June birthdays. It's a day of debauchery. I LOVE debauchery!
And just to leave you in suspense, soon to come is a fun post which includes more potions, lovely blogger experiences, everyone's favourite observer Enc and chocolate. More to come peeps. Enjoy the day...
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Admittedly, the new suit is a feat of infrastructure. Somehow, it manages to be almost non-existent and still supportive of the boobs. And it's orange. Like, burnt orange. (Did I mention it reveals, like, my entire stomach? Did I mention I'm 38 and I have a kid? Did I mention I'm experimenting with anti-cellulite goo?) The top is underwire (naturally) but not so that you'd notice. Nor is it one of those underwire tops that has a band underneath it obscuring the underwire. This is counterintuitive, I realize. The triangle fabric is ample (naturally). And the bottoms are somewhat like the ones Halle Berry wore in that Bond film (the homage to Ursula Andress) (see above). Really, the whole thing is a rip off of the swimsuit Ms. Berry wore.
Somehow, I think it looks great on me. Of course, I could be deranged. But I'm willing to take the chance as my primary audience will be children under the age of 10 and their harried, mid-forties parents who have averaged 3 kids each. I figure, between their fatigue and my relative youth, I'm not likely to be the worst looking one of the bunch. I am slightly concerned about the mass of my pallor refracting northern sunlight into laser beams that seek out small, fast moving objects. Cuz I don't need that karma, you know?
Monday, June 16, 2008
Last week I went in for some sunblock and, $150 later walked out with 3 types of ($$$) sunblock, a magazine, vitamins, toning product for the face and "special gifts with purchase". For my effort, Kathleen, my fave beauty specialist, offered me either a beach tote or cellulite product but almost immediately changed her mind decreeing that I, being who I am (that's code for: easy touch), should have tote and cellulite diminisher both. Have I mentioned how much I love a good potion?
So, it occured to me that I should make use of this freebie moment to experiment on myself in aid of discovering whether this cellulite removing product (Elancyl) is worthy of your consideration. I should disclose that cellulite is not my big problem. I should also disclose that I don't really think it's anyone's big problem, and I hope they concur. Which isn't to say that figuring out how to get a backside like Jessica Alba sans surgery or effort isn't a worthy undertaking if it doesn't come at too much expense or aggravation. My cellulite is localized, unobtrusively IMO, at the base of my bum where it meets the top part of my leg.
At first, I thought I might take a picture, daily, to chronicle the effectiveness of the product. (Not for your consumption, gentle reader, simply for my own...) Then it came to me: do I really have such ego that I can manage daily scrutinizing of the lumps and bumps shot, by the husband, using the SDL?? I mean, maybe I'm not traumatized because I never pay any attention. So I scrapped that idea and have decided, like the majority of bum-smoothing potion users, to crane my neck a the mirror in the hopes of observing miraculous results.
Here's what I can tell you so far (Day 1): It's a lovely, cool, gel-like texture and it smells a bit like a forest. Not chemical, as I understand these lotions sometimes smell. Very pleasant. Its primary ingredient, like in all of these cellulite products, is caffeine. But it didn't manage to alleviate the need for a 4 dollar coffee drunk post-haste. Updates to follow. (I'm sure this thrills!)
If any of you have ever tried this product - or one of its shelf sisters - pls. let me know your thoughts...
(*Please note: SDM ain't no Boots, but it's moving in that direction...)
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Saturday, June 14, 2008
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Luckily, as I've been monogamous for lo these many years, this encounter has a shopping analogue. And I have experienced it, most recently (and quite profoundly, I'm happy to tell) with B - my great friend. We are so joyful together in shopping, it's ridiculous.
By way of history, we met when our children were very young (my one and her six!) and B was instrumental in guiding me through early parenting with a gentle, mellow perspective no one would accuse me of exhibiting naturally. I am not an earthy nurturer. Motherhood - as I came to it - filled me with a kind of anxiety I wouldn't wish on anyone. Of course, there is a complex story that goes along with this pronouncement, but I will spare you the details.) However, in watching B - as she more-or-less calmly directed children of all ages - I began the slow process of finding my own way. The painfully slow process. Of course, time is a great teacher too.
Which is how I managed to have that sleepover birthday party in April without the assistance of street drugs. Really.
But enough of the serious stuff - here's one more outfit to show off:
(PS - I got this skirt at the vintage shop across the street from Refinery. Uncharacteristically, I cannot remember its name, but I will find out and let y'all know. It's the same late-60s polyester-plus as the plaid one I got a couple of weeks ago at Apt. 909! And, it too, is lined with shorts.)
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Has anyone read it? Or its American counterpart?
Oh, and do you ever wonder why you drink so much luscious, foamy, 4 dollar coffee in a hideous rush? Something tells me the Italians aren't doing that...
If you happen to be Italian, pls. advise. (Oh, and aren't you lucky?)
Monday, June 9, 2008
Of course, my parents thought I was a genius! :-) My sister was the willowy, attractive high-achiever in the arts. She had difficulty taking tests, while I loved them. (I still love a good test. I get off on that sparky feeling that only comes from being tested and succeeding. I never know how I'm going to save myself but I seem to find a way, which thrills me and reinforces my awareness of resiliency...) But I was not good with failure.
So afeared was I of fucking up, let's just say it really took a toll. I was a creative child, a creative adolescent. I wanted to write (I know, I've mentioned this before in other posts...); I was afraid to write. Eventually I lost the urge to write. People would ask me why I'd stopped. "You were so talented" (my mother would say). I stopped because I'd never started. Burbling creativity was a touchstone for my (far more insistent) urge to repress.
Per usual, I have no idea how I've managed to natter on so incessantly when this post was not supposed to be about me.
It's supposed to be about a terrific 12-year old blogger I discovered a couple of months ago. Her name is Tavi and her blog is wryly entitled "Style Rookie". This girl is adorable, irrepressible and (from the looks of it) wise beyond her years. She manages to write entirely age-appropriately but with a sassy undertone that belies her age. She takes great photos of herself. Photos that reinforce my belief that style isn't learned. Or, at least, if it is - it's learned very, very young. And she's a veritable marketing machine. Can't tell you how this girl delights me. Such spirit, such exuberance, such confidence!
The amateur forecaster in me suggests you keep your eye on this one, because - take it from someone who's been reading vogue lo these 25 years - the future of fashion rests on the broadening shoulders of girls like her. Let's support them, shall we? Encourage them to strive. Offer up our experience as ballast. In failure and success, they're going to shape the world... Just like we do now. One post at a time.
Saturday, June 7, 2008
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Monday, June 2, 2008
Welcome to K does the same pair of shoes in 83 (or so) gratuitous poses. (But thankfully - or painfully, depending on how much you like this idea - it'll all be spread out over the course of the week.)
First, meet our star, the shoes:
In case you're not looking at the goldy, special inside: they are YSL. Vintage. Taupe suede - including the heel. Which is 3 inches and stacked. But like no other stacked heel I've ever seen. I got them at Apt. 909. They cost $80.00. Yes, I know, a fortune for someone else's antique footwear, but they are scarcely worn and they're YSL, man.
Then meet the shoes on the feet attached to the girl:
Do they not scream, "I'm sorry, I'd love to chat more but the car's out front and I do need to get to the opening before insert name of preferred NY philanthropist socialite here starts serving dinner. My boyfriend (subtext: filthy rich, adventuresome, well-dressed and even more well-endowed) will been so worried about me by now."?
Don't you want to see them paired with everything from shorts to tight skirts to short skirts to latex leggings and lady shifts? Good. It's settled then. Meet me back here tomorrow for the next installment.
Love, Tastefully Shod in Toronto* xo
(*Doesn't that sound kinda dirty?)
They were instantaneously appealing in their kitteny / cutout goodness. So I emailed to learn about their size - imagining they'd be too small. Um, hello, they were an 8.5 (just right on paper!) and they were $20.00. So I called them, bought them over the phone and I'll pick them up in July when I visit Mtl!
Kind of crazy I realize. Like I need another pair of shoes. Like I, a person who's only ever bought bags online (for others, I might add), should buy something as finicky as shoes, all but sight unseen.
Call it research. Having read Susie's post about the fantasticness of Angie's handmade dress (she's co-owner of this Mtl. boutique), I was all the more motivated to give this grand experiment a go. Can't wait to show you what they look like on my feet...