So the last few weeks have been hectic to say the least. On top of going to school I also have a part time retail job which recently decided that it really really likes me. Which, to be honest, I cannot complain because more hours means more money and more money obviously means less stress. At least in my world that's how the system works. But in order to maintain my sanity between rushing to meet trains, rushing to and from class, rushing to and from work and amidst drowning in printer paper I have (and I honestly don't know how I've done it) managed to go out and make time to do things I really truly enjoy.
This past week was my best friend Laura's 18th birthday and if it had not been for me she would have continued her life as if nothing had ever happened... she HATES birthdays. Especially her own. Whereas I am one of those rare specimens on earth who LOVE their birthday. The way I see it, your birthday is the one day a year where you can be a complete pompous asshole, forcing people to give you the attention you deserve, and no one can say anything about it. I also love the little things in life, so birthdays, holidays, celebrations of any kind I always indulge in to the fullest. So to celebrate the besties bday, we went out for dinner to Pickle Barrel with a bunch of friends and had an awesome time. With deep fried pickles. Lots and lots of deep fried pickles.
This past week was my best friend Laura's 18th birthday and if it had not been for me she would have continued her life as if nothing had ever happened... she HATES birthdays. Especially her own. Whereas I am one of those rare specimens on earth who LOVE their birthday. The way I see it, your birthday is the one day a year where you can be a complete pompous asshole, forcing people to give you the attention you deserve, and no one can say anything about it. I also love the little things in life, so birthdays, holidays, celebrations of any kind I always indulge in to the fullest. So to celebrate the besties bday, we went out for dinner to Pickle Barrel with a bunch of friends and had an awesome time. With deep fried pickles. Lots and lots of deep fried pickles.
But before PB was invaded by over-enthusiastic and well dressed university students, I ventured to the Canadian Textile Museum with my friend Ava. This was an equal part educational as well as entertaining venture because throughout the semester of my fashion class we had to attend various events/museums exhibits/parties and so on in order to get "participation" marks towards our final grade. Being a commuter, the awesome events that all took place in the early part of the semester, I could not attend because they were at funky times of day and I had not yet mastered the train systems as I have now. So I neglected to get my extra credit done and thus had to visit a museum almost 4 days before class was done. So we went and looked at rugs and tapestries woven and spun by Iranian artisans and it made me want to fill my room and coat my walls in gorgeous floor to ceiling sheets of brightly coloured yarns. I have decided that my future apartment (you will hear more about this later) will absolutely contain a statement rug or rugs because they add such an amazing design element to any space. And they also cover up hideous floors without breaking the bank.
Wearing: Wilfred Burgundy dress, Joe Fresh tights, Wilfred Coat, Wilfred blanket scarf, and Chelsea boots by Hibou.
The week before last in the midst of final assignment mayhem I ventured to Bloor with my pal Meg and we indulged in high end retail. Being fashion and communication students in downtown Toronto makes shopping basically inevitable and I am totally okay with that. So we trudged through a ridiculous yet beautiful snowfall to the Anthropologie in North York and I literally died and went to heaven. The vibe, the decor, the ambience, the sweaters and OMIGOD the CANDLES! I just couldn't handle it and I felt my wallet burning all the way through my insanely deep Wilfred jacket pocket. So naturally I bought things. I had to contain myself and therefore the purchases were restricted to a Paddywax candle in the scent chamomile & fig. Unfortunately I do not have a lovely curated Instagram worthy photo of said candle because on my way home my bag slipped out of my mitten-clad hands and smashed into a million pieces in the snow. I almost cried. So now, the candle of my dreams to which I have been searching for for months now, is still on my Christmas list. Hopefully Santa this year will have pity on me and gift a replacement. The good news is, is that the wax candle itself did not break, just the glass jar it was encased in shattered, so what I have decided is I just need to go back to Anthropologie and buy one of those gorgeous ceramic jars/vases to hold my candle in.
Oh the logic....
Oh the logic....
So there you have it, a recap of the past two weeks of my life and some cute photos to follow. Hope all you lovelies are having an awesome week and I look forward to making more posts in the coming week as I will be on winter holiday until January.
<3 Naomi
<3 Naomi