Wednesday, December 23, 2009

It's Nothing Personal

A lot of people think there is only one definition of love, keep in mind that each of these people probably have their own definition, diferent from all the rest. for all I know, no one shares my definition. Does this mean that I've never been in love? Maybe.

One thing is certain, we all share one definition of "Over You". I don't mean "Over Him", the front we sometimes put on infront of him, your friends, and even the mirror when we're drying our hair in the morning. Feeling "Over Him" is usually a good start but I'm talking about "Over You". It can't really be described as a feeling because it's more like the absence of feeling.

Whatever feeling was there before hasn't changed but actually disappeared, evaporated like water. The feeling becomes an unfamilliar realm, something like waking up from a dream and not remembering what happened in it. You know you were dreaming but you're not going to just lay there and dwell on what, exactly. You're going to get up and get on with your day. It's nothing personal, everyone gets "Over You".

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Leaving Love Lost

There are about a million ways a girl could get her heart broken nowadays and none of the effects are very pretty – ice cream sales go up and waistlines follow, chick flicks flickering through gobs of waterproof mascara. It’s not nice.

Of course, there are those relationships we don’t feel sad about losing. The ones where we see him six months down the road and feel bad for him for losing you. This is the scenario I find myself in more often than not yet it’s the lack of meaningful relationships that has kept me sane. Finally, I have one that means the world to me and it’s like my entire world has crashed down once it’s over!

They say the best way to shrug off the past is to change something about your present. Cut the long hair that he loved, take a different route to work so you don’t pass his house, stop creeping his Facebook, no matter how strong the urge may be!

What makes a relationship fail anyway? You were crazy about each other in the beginning! I suppose you don’t see a person’s faults at first..

In the beginning, he is not showing you his negative traits. He knows what they are and he is putting on his best behavior to potentially have you think that he is a wonderful human being so you will fall in love (or into bed) with him!

In the beginning, if you are looking to find love, you will only see the good in him. You will see the traits that you want to see because those are what you are looking for. This only hurts women in the long run. As soon as you have the love you were looking for, you won’t need to look at him through rose coloured glasses anymore and his faults will become apparent to you. Tada!

This leads me to conclude that if you are looking for love, you will eventually find reality. If you are looking for reality, you will eventually find love.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Faking It

So many women nowadays have forgone true style for fake fashion!

They fake their hair, their nails, their breasts, they fake friends, orgasms, and finally their designers.

We all know a girl (or several girls) sporting counterfeit luxury goods. The prime offenders; Chanel and Louis Vuitton. I remember two years ago, being so sick of seeing fake Chanel anything (bags, wallets, jewellery, and the like..) and just when I thought fake fashion was on it's way out, I'm bombarded with more falsies in my face!

I'm sure they do this because they assume that no one will know the difference. However, anyone who's into fashion enough to care that you're wearing designer duds in the first place is most likely into it enough to know the difference between a real and a fake!

Remember on Sex and the City when Samantha Jones sported a fake Fendi to a party at the Playboy Mansion? It was lost and she accused a bunny of stealing it. She told them to look inside so they would see 'made in China' on the tag. The bunny opened it up and exclaimed, "See? Fendi!" Imagine Samantha's embarassment!!

The thing about wearing a fake is that even if no one else detects your falsehood, YOU know you're wearing a fake. It doesn't have the same allure as a real designer piece. You don't feel the same 'je ne sais quoi'!!

It isn't very hard to tell the difference between a real and a fake. Most are blatantly obvious while some are almost uncanny to the original. Quality is usually the top indicator and usually there is a very important detail missing. Often the colour scheme will be off a little bit or the design will look somewhat "off". A fake bag will often have PVC trim instead of genuine leather. Also, the logo will usually be slightly different, often backwards or upside down. If you want to know if something you're buying is genuine, call the retailer and find out the original price. Most designer labels never have wholesale, factory rejects, clearance or discounts!! If you want to be absolutely sure, buy it from the designer store itself!

If you’re looking to buy a fake, just consider that your $50 deal comes at a much higher cost. Child labor, sweatshops, and human trafficking are only a few of the social costs of the black market, and a few of the most obvious reasons fakes are never in fashion. It’s easy to overlook the fact that your cheap knock-off comes at the expense of a designer’s intellectual property (who cares if Kate Spade isn’t earning your money?), but that’s not the only thing sacrificed in your pursuit of a deal.

Child labor and atrocious working conditions, not just for the bag but its parts (fake leather, lead-laden metals, labels, etc.), are high costs to pay. And what about the effect fakes have on the economy? In the United States alone, there are 750,000 jobs lost to stealing intellectual property! For more info, check out Harper's Bazaar; Fakes Are Never In Fashion

Don’t get me wrong, there are luxury manufacturers who have taken advantage of cheap outsourced labor too! In doing this they have lowered the quality of their goods while raising prices, and committed other social sins. It’s not always public knowledge when luxury manufacturers are guilty of this, but keeping your wits about you will help in doing your part!

Many smaller scale labels do create designer inspired pieces. They look like part of a current designer collection but are not claiming to be the designer label itself. I do believe these are respectable items to wear as they wreak less havoc on your wallet. They are usually decribed as "inspired by" and are usually an ode to a designer as opposed to stealing their designs completely.

Fake fashion is about as classy as fake nails or fake breasts.

The only forgivable fashion fake is fur!

Sunday, November 8, 2009

The Gospel According To Coco Chanel

Life Lessons from the World's Most Elegant Woman..

"Delving into the long extraordinary life of renowned french fashion designer Coco Chanel, Karen Karbo has written a new kind of book, exploring Chanel's philosphy on a range of universal themes - from style to passion, from money and success, to femininity and living life on your own terms.

'The Gospel According to Coco Chanel' is a captivating, offbeat look at style, celebrity, and self invention - all held together in Karen Karbo's droll Chanel style commentary and culled from an examination of Chanel's difficult childhood and triumphant adulthood, passionate love affairs, career choices, habits, eccentricities, and personal philosophies. Weaving Chanel's life story into chapter themes that subtly convey life lessons, and with Chelsey McLaren's charming illustrations, it will leave the reader utterly entranced with, and inspired by, Chanel's amazing individuality, confidence, and determination."

I have read this book and I definitely agree that it's a must have for anyone passionate about fashion and creativity. The book is incredibly inspiring and is wonderful to help you understand many things influential in the fashion of today. Read this book and then let me know what you think!!

How has Coco Chanel influenced what you wear?

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Candy Coated Bitch

When it comes to matters of life and love, I've always been rather impulsive. I tend to make decisions at the drop of a hat and not always think through what I'm about to do. I buntly stopped returning Mr. A's calls a month ago when he ditched our plans together for his birthday so that he could drink and go fishing with his friends. It's really not so bad. I mean, it was his birthday.. but it was the circumstances surrounding the situation that validated my choice.

I happened to be in a pretty nasty car accident back in March. It essentially turned my whole word upside down. He stood by me in the months after as I regained my life and self again. I thought this was an act of love. As things unfolded, I learned this was an act of lies.

[details removed due to their private nature]

I'm a pretty good girlfriend. I'm tolerant of little things that I would normally hate in a person. I was totally open to hanging around with his friends even though I couldn't go out with mine without having him send someone to spy on me. I let go that he isn't built like a greek god as I prefer my men to be. I can even put aside that he has no ambition to do something real with his life. I, however, take quite good care of my body and how I look. He definitely was shooting a little out of his league. I have ambitions, dreams, and goals for my life! I have lots of hobbies and am interested in lots of things. I love children and hope to be an amazing mother one day.. and I want to look damn good doing it! I spoil my boyfriends in the bedroom and am pretty good at gift giving. Even though, despite hundreds of hints, he hardly could get gifts right. I bought him a Playstation 3 and a pair of Serengeti Aviators for his birthday after he had hinted that he wanted a pair. That sounds like a lot of compromise for one girl. No girl should set aside her girlhood fantasies to hopefully be happy. The key word here is hopeful. I understand that love isn't perfect. But, as far as I am concerned, I was damn close to it!! Both parties in a relationship making equal compromises would be absolute perfection!

He seems to be alright with the fact that I am not speaking to him. He hasn't called me either except for a few messages he left when he was clearly heavily intoxicated. I want nothing to do with him anymore. I have called him several times to ask him for my personal belongings back but to no avail. I have no idea what to do to get my things back without trespassing on his property. They say you have to catch flies with honey... then others say the only way to get the attention of an asshole is to be a bitch yourself!

Perhaps I should let go of my material posessions the way I have let go of him..... but that's hard; they are more important.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

My Passion For Red

Red is often viewed as a loud colour. One that stands out among others, drawing the eye to it in hot mesmerisation. Usually we see red in reference to anger, sex, or ‘a huge sale’ – used to catch the attention of viewers. I don’t believe red should be valued as that sort of colour. We forget the calm sunset reds or the rich opulent woody reds, the decadent cherry reds, and emotional blood reds.

I once bought a pair of pumps in fire engine red. I’ve never been more early for work or energetic to party. Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been so influenced by a pair of shoes in my life!! Just looking down at them always made we want to go-go-go!! I miss those shoes. They were ruined at an outdoor field party and I swear I haven’t had the same fashionable heat in my step since.

Red is my favourite colour, especially for decorating. It beautifully accents any room in the house if you want to use a little, or it can create washes of warmth across your entire walls.

Tomorrow is my twenty second birthday and I’m wearing a cute red dress that I picked up for a mere twenty bucks at Limité. Such things us keen eyed girls can find if we properly look! I’m so excited! Red has always been my signature colour. It sets off my skin tone perfectly and reflects through the gold tones in my eyes to create the best palate for me.

Everyone has their own colour.

Red’s mine.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Don't Forget the Base Coat


My nails look really cute today.. aside from the hackjob french tips I did. Some of my medications make it a little harder for me to concentrate on them. However, they're like a bridal style french. Instead of sheer peach or baby pink, I coated over my nails with a hardening gloss for shine then added a clear sparkley polish. They're heavenly!

All I need for perfection is my pack of nail gems and a steadier hand.

So that's nice.

Today was too long, though. I need Mr. A's strong arms to fall into and cuddle with them wrapped around me. Especially in a hoodie. Or both of us in hoodies!!

Oh lordy.. the ways love can make us feel better :)