Eighty-second day of work selfie

And we’re back to dresses.  I got this dress at a vendor at Fiji Day at Swanguard Stadium in Burnaby on Saturday.  My sister was working at the event at the face painting booth, and my dad was like “Are you going?  Don’t you go to all the festivals?” so I decided to check it out.  I’m annoyed, because I have two other dresses in this style, that I got from the vendor I usually buy from at street festivals.  Why am I annoyed?  Because the vendor I bought this new dress from on Saturday sells the same style of dresses for less than half the price that I’ve been paying at the other place.  They didn’t have as many different kinds though.  I have the same dress in red, but slightly shorter, which I was actually wearing when I bought this one.  There was a black and grey one as well, but my friend bought it, so I went with the brown one.  I like that they’re easy to just try on over what you’re already wearing, and that they’re stretchy and one size fits all.   My blue cardigan is from Forever 21.  I got my necklace from Payless and my earrings from a vendor at Car Free Day on Main Street.  My bracelet is from a vendor at Carnaval del Sol a couple weekends ago, and my ring is from a vendor at the Blim Market Festival on Granville Street that I went to yesterday.  I also go a new iPhone case at Aldo yesterday.  My hand is covering it, but it says #SELFIE on it.  I felt like that was appropriate for me.

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Sixty-third day of work selfie

I got this beautiful blue dress at Car Free Day on Denman Street on Saturday.  I bought three dresses from this one booth.  Unlike at Italian Day, where I just guessed about the fit, I totally tried these dresses on first, right there on the street, over my clothes, and had my friend there to help me decide if they looked okay.   And they did.  They had this dress in other colours too, but of course I had to get it in my favourite blue.  I love the design in the middle too.  And it matches perfectly with my blue Forever 21 sweater.  

And I just happened to buy some new blue jewellery over the weekend as well.  I got this necklace at Payless in Lansdowne Centre after leaving Car Free Day on Denman on Saturday.  They have a BOGO sale on right now, so I got some other jewellery as well.  My shoe obsession is a thing of the past, or at least on hold for the moment, but has now been replaced in full force with a dress and jewellery obsession instead.  But I like that I can count on Payless for both my shoe needs and my jewellery needs as well.  I got these earrings at Car Free Day on Main Street Yesterday.  Yes, there were actually two days of Car Free Days this weekend.  I almost walked away from the booth, because I had already bought a lot of jewellery and these earrings were more than I wanted to pay.  But the man at the booth stopped me and said he would throw in a third pair of earrings for free if I bought the two pairs that I was considering.  So I was like yeah, okay.  And I’m glad I did, because they match really well.  

Also, check out my nails.  Not only do they match my outfit, but they’re actually decently painted.  I’m totally improving my skills.  I decided to wear some of my old jewellery as well, with my Suzy Shier bracelet and my UBC ring.  I think the old Indian man who sold me the earrings is actually the same one who sold me the ring at UBC.  And the woman I bought the dress from was selling scarves at UBC in the past as well, and I totally bought a lot of stuff from her then too.  I guess avoiding the new student union building is doing absolutely nothing to help curb my spending.  It’s like wherever I go, these people will find me.  Or rather, I will find them.  But at least I know they’ll always be around to satisfy my fashion needs.

Forty-eighth day of work selfie

So I finally shaved my legs.  After, well, let’s just say a while.  I went out for a friend’s birthday on Saturday and the weather was nice over the weekend, so I figured it was finally time.  It’s always such an ordeal.  I got this Remington electric razor from Walmart because I go through so many disposable ones and always manage to cut myself.  Unfortunately it turned out not to be that great.  I feel like maybe I should’ve gotten waxed instead because I waited so long but oh well.  Throughout my teen years, I tried literally every hair removal product you can imagine, and it turns out I’m allergic to all of them.  Nair, Neet, Veet, you name it.  My skin has such a bad reaction that it ends up looking worse than if I’d just left the hair on it.  I’ve considered laser hair removal, but it’s crazy expensive, and I’ve also been told that it can cause discolouration because my skin is darker.  As for waxing, for the amount of wax that I would need for my legs, it’s just not cost effective.  So yeah.  Razors.

Of course, it turns out, now that my legs were finally hair-free (or somewhat, I missed a few spots, and it’s growing back already), the weather would be cold and rainy.  But that won’t stop me from wearing dressing and exposing my legs because I can.  When I went to work on Monday, my dad was like “Isn’t it too cold for your outfit?” but I didn’t care.  I got this dress at Ross Dress for Less in the States and this red sweater from Sears at Richmond Centre before it closed down.  My necklace and ring are from UBC, my earrings are from Claire’s, and my bracelet is from Dollarama.  I also painted my nails (badly) on the weekend, but alas, they are already chipping.  I also straightened my hair on the weekend for the first time in a while.  I used that as my excuse for not going to yoga on Sunday, because I didn’t want to have to wash my hair after and ruin the straightness.  Even though it’s no longer as straight now as it was on Saturday, it’s still better than the natural frizz that’s usually present.

How not to hit on a girl at a bookstore

I work at a bookstore.  In case you didn’t already know.  After graduating from UBC last year, I longed to get away from university life.  And so naturally I continued working at the UBC Bookstore and am now on campus more often than I ever was as a student.  Because you know, that makes perfect sense.

Last Saturday, I was working a the information desk.  It was fairly quiet, as Saturdays in February tend to be.  I question why people even come in on a Saturday.  If you live on campus, maybe, but even then.  Don’t you have better ways to spend your weekend?  I think anyone who hangs around there on a Saturday has to be at least a little weird.  I work there, so at least I have an excuse.

I was sitting at the desk looking up a book on the computer.  I had the fan on beside me because despite being cold outside, it was very hot inside the store, especially in my area.  It felt like I was in a sauna.  Or hell.  Whichever’s hotter I guess.  I had it on a low setting, so it wouldn’t blow away the papers at the desk, or bother me if I was too close to it.

As I was working, this guy walked up to the desk and started to say something.  At first I wasn’t sure whether or not he was talking to me.  But he came over and said “You know what?”.  There was a slight pause as I looked up at him, and he continued, “The way the wind is blowing against your hair like that, it looks really sexy”.  Or something to that effect.  I’m not sure if I responded or just looked at him stupidly.  And then he asked, “How is that happening?  Is it from the computer?”.  And then he looked around confused as to where this wind was coming from.  I pointed out to him that there was a fan right beside me.  Yeah, if you couldn’t tell from his first comment, he wasn’t exactly the brightest person.

He also asked me what my name was, where I was from, and then shook my hand and said it was nice meeting me.  And shortly after, he wandered away from the desk.  I think he could tell that I wasn’t interested in any further conversation, unless it was to help him find a book.  Maybe if he was young and hot, my reaction would have been different.  But he wasn’t.  They never are.

There are a few people who will tell you that for some reason weird people tend to be drawn to me.  I don’t know why this is.  But at least I end up with stories that other people can laugh at.  And I guess a compliment is a compliment.  At least now I know that my hair is working for me.  I just wish I didn’t have to hear it in the form of a bad line from a creepy guy.

The fan that made my hair look sexy.