Bug. On. The. Wall.

We've got a situation here, people: backlog.
This can be good or bad, depending. Now let's roll.



Thrifted skirt, belt & heels, Mango top.





Also, it was my first day of school today. First day, back.
Please don't make me regret choosing German as my major, Faust. Please.

What am I what am I what am I wishing for?

You know when you squint your eyes 'til they're almost shut (or in my case, simply remove glasses/contact lenses) and lights become those magical glowing orbs?
Our bathroom window is like that. Only the orbs are bigger. If you ever come over I'll show you.

C & I posing in our new apartment. It has a fireplace. I know.



on him: AA tee, H&M jeans
on her: H&M cardi, AA shirt, Granny's old (altered) skirt, thrifted belt & sneaks

Mummy, I wanna kitty for my burfday, please.

Hello, Vancouver. Nice to see you again; I've really missed you.

Wanna know what else I've been missing? A table. You don't realise how much a table means to a home until you are made to eat every meal on the floor, computer on your lap with no mouse and the mere possibility of sewing is next to nil. Not to mention: having a cup of tea on a rainy Vancouver's day whilst browsing blogs? Ain't gonna happen when you got no table!

We had a gorgeous vintage farm-style table set up to buy on Craigslist, in North Delta mind you, but our lack of truck and anybody we know's lack of truck was putting a damper on that. And like I've said, table = love, so we bought one asap. It is currently waiting for a lovingly-applied coat or two of white paint.

Cyril and I met the sweetest cat on our way from a garage sale the other day.







To make this post not entirely devoted to the Stranger Cat and my table fetish, an installment of What He Wore Today:



AA trousers, thrifted shoes, shirt & bag.

I feel like Siri would especially appreciate this collaboration of cats + clothes, no?
Now go, check out my for real fav blog.

He gave me some ol' fashioned text book lovin'.

Double the pleasure, double the fun!
I am doubling your What I Wore Today eye-candy quota for the day because I am such a horrid blogger.

But guys, I'm packing! Packing. For Vancouver. In three days. Three. Days.





All thrifted.





Old navy top, Grandpa's old belt, thrifted and altered shorts, H&M shades, mystery-origin sandals and my necklace made by Caroline!

And now I sleep.
Last 2 days of work... !!

Nacho cheese with my nachos please.

FIRST OF ALL:
I am of the strong opinion that if more men wore shorts like this gentleman here - specifically the length people - the world would be a better(sexier) place to live in. Hear hear!



Via Face Hunter



Ricki's altered blazer, thrifted shirt, Tati jeans, UO purse, thrifted shoes.

I wore this a few weeks ago when it was dreary. Is it terrible that I'm excited for fall so I can wear outfits like this on a daily basis rather than the three days in four months that I get to wear them now? Yes, it really is. Work needs to cease so uniforms and office-appropriate clothing may also cease. Office-appropriate clothing, PAH. GIVE ME MINI SKIRTS! Plz & thx.

You're sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod

Current crushes:


Etsy


Etsy


Etsy

Dudes. I'm in the market for new specs. Suggestions?
It seems as though vintage frames on Etsy comprise solely of cateye and 80s. Very few people can carry off cateye frames and I am positively not one of them. I'm not a fan of them in general. So 80s frames by default then!

My parents are singing barbershop-style a cappella in the next room and it's adorable.

You remind me of peaches in summer.

Droopy eyes.
That's the thing about self-timers, you know? Bummer.



Granny's old blouse & skirt (which I majorly altered), thrifted necklace & heels.

I'm getting quite excited about the FRONT ROW tickets to Grizzly Bear Cyril got for us and Lydia in Vancouver. Um, yes, front row. I have never been to front row anything.
Am already contemplating what to wear. It's in October. I'm still thinking about what to wear.

#10.1 - Grizzly bear - Shift
by lablogotheque

Awesomely enough, La Blogotheque's Concerts A Emporter/Takeaway Shows are so beautiful and they always feature such amazing groups. I could roam that site for hours.

Connected to your network, always.

Oh hey, it's my super-dee-dooper cute boyfriend!
He visited the desert a few weekends ago. We beached and mojito-ed and thrifted and TV-ed and chilled. Perfect weekend.
He single-handedly found us an adorable apartment on Davie Street for August. I cannot wait to be there!





Cyril makes the best mojitos I've ever had.



Red wine & pizza.



Indian for Cyril's birthday. He is a big boy now.





BBQ!



What WE Wore Today:
(um yes it's posed, get over it)

On him: AA shirt & shorts, UO sneaks.
On her: thrifted dress & sandals.

August. Davie Street. Scandinavian. Downtown. BEACH.
& Time Off!

Sweet Caroline, BA BA BA.

Granny's old blouse, Garage jeans, thrifted heels & necklace, watch from my Granny too.

I ventured into boyfriend-jean-territory a few days ago. Though I still need lessons on how to appropriately roll my jeans up to look effortlessly messy, I felt totally chic in this outfit. Heels to work, finally.

Well dudes & dudettes, I just finished a 12-hour work day, so I'm out.

"Too bad that you're not as smart as you thought you were in the first place."

Quote from Doug & The Slugs Too Bad.

Hey Blogland, s'up?



What I wore a few days ago:
My dad's old Doug & The Slugs tshirt, thrifted and altered skirt, thrifted belt & shoes.

(Fun fact that is mandatory when I say this shirt was my dad's: apparently D&TS have a song called "Pretty Man" or "Beautiful Man" or something and when my dad was at one of their shows and they sang that song, Doug reached down and ruffled my dad's hair. I love that story because I remember how my dad looked so happy and nostalgic when he told me)

Would you please lay your eyes on those jewels of footwear?! A) Gorgeous. B) Fit like a miracle. C) Thrifted in my tiny town from a church charity shop I can only get to during my lunch break. D) Hollah.
The thrift store in question is a shoe gold-mine. That is sweet, sweet music to the ears. Or a sight for sore eyes, however you want to shake it. Bottom line: it is paradise.

He rolled over and that was that.

Worst. Blogger. Ever.

Here's my excuse:
I have literally stopped trying to look nice for work.
I literally never look nice anymore because I literally work SEVEN DAYS A WEEK.
Isn't this a sad world? Ideally, I should have a load of cash to console me, but even that isn't working so well. Yet.

So, from happier times, an outfit that I wore on a day off (which is in fact a lie, because not 5 minutes after I took this, I went to photograph something for the newspaper) :



All but earrings (present from Mum) are thrifted.

Dear dearest Dad.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

My favorite picture of him.
At his high school graduation.

Lydia and I have to sneak in a lunch-hour (lunch-30-minutes, rather) charity shop run tomorrow because it's only open until 3. And closed on weekends. This town really is filled with the elderly. Lydia is my Summer co-worker at the museum and I think I lucked out! Um, by quite a lot.

Now, back to writing cut-lines. For my other job. Soon to be other other job. Good thing I enjoy money quite substantially.