Eighty-ninth day of work selfie 

I had some wardrobe malfunctions this morning right before I left the house.  It’s a good thing it didn’t happen after I’d already left.  But I didn’t have time to change my outfit.  Nor did I want to.  I got this dress from a vendor at the Caribbean Days Festival at Waterfront Park in North Vancouver on the weekend.  The guy actually had a small fitting room, so I didn’t have to try on dresses over my clothes like I normally do at street festivals.  This was one of the three dresses I bought, and I think the nicest of them.  I really like the blues and the greens and the different lengths at the bottom of the dress.

But this morning, the left strap broke completely off.  I have no idea how it tore in two places, but somehow it did.  All I had at my disposal was a large safety pin and a small bobby pin.  I somehow managed to reattach the strap and secure it in place with these two items.  I’m resourceful, like Macgyver.  I obviously did a bad job of it, because you can still see the bobby pin and the safety pin.  But I mean it’s just for now, so that I could wear the dress today.  Eventually I will have to attempt to sew the strap back on.  Or get someone else with better sewing skills to do it for me.

For now, you can’t tell anything is wrong because I’ve covered it with my green Jacob cardigan.  I got one of my bracelets at Sears and the other one at Suzy Shier.  My green ring is from Greek Day on Broadway and my blue ring is from the Blim Market Festival on Granville.  My necklace is from Payless and my earrings are from Greek Day.  My hair is definitely becoming less and less straight, but I’d like to think it still looks good.  I tried to touch up my nails again so that they can look good while matching my outfit.  I’m wearing makeup because it’s my birthday week and I can.

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Twenty-fifth day of work selfie

Okay, so this isn’t my favourite outfit and the colours are all kind of dark.  But not everyday can be expected to be bright and colourful.  I got this plaid, button down dress from an Orb warehouse sale at Delta Town and Country Inn a few years ago.  I’m generally not a fan of plaid at all and this is one of the few plaid items I actually own.  It was in a box of stuff that was marked 2 for $10, so how could I not buy it?  The brown sweater is from Bryan’s at Lansdowne Centre.  This olive green scarf is from a three pack I ordered from Avon.  The key and flower necklace is from Claire’s.  Sadly, the chain actually broke at the back, so now instead of fastening it with the clasp, I had to actually tie a knot in the chain to keep it together.  But you can’t tell so it’s fine.  I don’t know if you can tell from the picture, but the green earrings I’m wearing, also from Claire’s, are tiny zippers.  I always get comments on them when I wear them since it’s something different.  I have a love/hate relationship with zippers, and these earrings are symbolic of that. I think my hatred of plaid stems from my having to wear a plaid kilt for five years in high school.

Dear umbrella

I lost an umbrella today.  But I don’t feel like talking about it right now.  So instead, I thought I would post a poem that I wrote two years ago about a different umbrella that is no longer with me.  I’ve had many umbrellas over the years.  Some have had tragic ends, and others, I know not what fate had in store for them.  This poem is a reminder and dedication to all the ones I’ve lost, and all the ones I’ve yet to lose.

dear umbrella,

i’m sorry i had to leave you outside neville scarfe
i did not want to
but i had no choice
for you were broken.
it wasn’t supposed to happen this way
i forsaw a good future
filled with rainy days
and you there to protect me
i wish i could say we had a good run
but there was barley any time
damn those ubc winds.
when you turned inside out i knew there was no going back
i tried
i did the best i could to make you better
but to no avail
you were broken
you opened up
and there you remained
unable to close
i could no longer take you inside
i had to leave you in the rain
you’re not the first i’ve lost
and you won’t be the last
but you were a favourite of mine by far.
i know not whether you still lie there
or whether somoeone came to take you away
either way
i miss you.