This dress isn’t new, I just haven’t worn it in a while. I got it at Suzy Shier a few years ago. Pink and orange have never really been colours I wear a lot of, although I have been wearing more pink this summer. I don’t own very many orange clothes. But I like this dress. My navy blue cardigan is from La Vie En Rose. I don’t have any orange sweaters, and I felt if I wore my pink one it would just be too bright of an outfit. My pink flip flop necklace is from UBC and my pink flip flop earrings are from Claire’s. I really like these pieces of jewellery because they showcase my love for shoes without me having to actually buy a new pair of shoes. My pink bracelet is from a Christmas craft fair at Steveston Community centre in Richmond last year and my orange ring is from the Greek Day street festival on West Broadway in June.
I got this dress at Car Free Day on Commercial Drive a couple weeks ago. It’s a bit longer than my other dresses and stops right at my knees. Which is kind of weird, because it feels like it should be right above or right below. Like either cover my knees or don’t. It’s probably meant to be a full length dress on a short girl. I tried it on over my own dress at at Car Free Day. There was a mirror, but it was kind of low down, so I crouched down on the street to see how it looked. I paired it with my favourite blue sweater from Forever 21. My necklace is from Payless and my earrings are from a vendor at Greek Day. I wish they’d had the earrings in the same blue as my necklace. They are a bit heavy, but I don’t care because I love them. They were similar enough to my necklace that I thought they would go together. I’m constantly wearing mismatched sets, and pairing gold jewellery with silver jewellery. But I like it that way. My blue bracelet is from Sears and my green ring is from Boca Raton Designs at Greek Day. I wanted a blue one, but the blue ring they had was even smaller than this and wouldn’t have even fit on my finger, let alone been too tight. The little bit of what’s left of my chipped nail polish matches my outfit. I’m wearing another pair of new shoes today as well, but again, you can’t see them.
Since Thursday was supposed to be warmer than Wednesday, I thought I would wear a dress again. This Old Navy dress is a little thicker than my other dresses so I thought I should wear it while the weather wasn’t too hot. This sweater is from H&M. It actually matches my nail polish. Or what’s left of my nail polish, anyway. My scarf is from an Orb warehouse sale, and my ring is from UBC. My necklace, bracelet, and earrings are from Claire’s. And I still hadn’t washed my hair yet because I wanted to keep it straight, or straight-ish for a little while longer. I ended up wearing sandals with this outfit, because my sister needed the one pair of flats I could find for her college graduation ceremony that day. It was also her birthday, so I let her have them. I have so many pairs of flats by I can’t seem to find any of them. My toes were kind of cold in sandals and my toenails were badly painted but oh well.
I am just so in love with this colour. This bright royal blue is my absolute favourite. I bought this blazer when I was shopping with my friend at Forever 21 downtown on Robson street on St. Patrick’s Day. Yeah, while everyone else was out drinking in bars, we were out shopping for clothes. Because that’s what we do. It was the day before my last day of work at my previous job and I thought I ought to buy some more professional looking clothing for my new job. This blazer didn’t have a price tag on it, but it turned out to be a decent price for a blazer. I remember while we were there, my friend found a shirt that said “Leave me alone” and suggested I should wear it as a joke on my last day of work. Unfortunately, they didn’t have it in my size.
I got the black top at Sears at Richmond Centre before they closed down. I think my dad actually bought it for me because he had a Sears card so he could get a discount. My navy blue floral scarf is probably the best thing I ordered from Avon.
I got this necklace from Her Story Lockets when they had a booth set up at the PNE Marketplace last year. You get to choose which charms you want to put inside the locket to create your own unique, personalized look. I bought some for friends and family as well, because I think it’s really neat idea and makes a cool gift for someone when you can use charms that reflect who they are. Mine include shoes, shopping bags, a big sister heart, a camera, and my birthstone. I wish I could find more items in this kind of blue.
Surprisingly, I’m not even talking about TV. Shocking, I know. I love more than just TV. Even if I do often refer to it as my boyfriend. And no, it’s not my phone. My phone had a chance but it just keeps disappointing me. And it’s not food either. Or shoes. Or strippers.
So who or what am I talking about? Let’s face it, it’s obviously a what. Of course I would never express my love for an actual person. What do you take me for, a normal human being? Clearly that’s not the case.
What is my one true love? Writing. It always has been, though we have drifted apart at certain times in my life. But I am always happy to reconnect with it.
I don’t know why I haven’t had the time lately. I don’t think I have any more of a life right now than I did at this time last year. And I feel like I was writing a lot more at this time last year. It’s hard to find a balance between life and writing about life.
It’s sad that when I do have free moments in time, other things will often win out over writing. Like watching TV. I guess it’s because TV requires no effort from me whatsoever and can be completely mindless. Not that I don’t often sit and write mindlessly, because I do, but it’s a different form of mindlessness. And I feel better about it. Unlike watching TV, writing allows me to be a part of the process, and to have accomplished something in the end. It doesn’t even matter if it’s good or if anyone reads it. All that matters is I’ve done something that’s my own.
Unlike shoe shopping, or any kind of shopping, writing costs me nothing. Except time. But I enjoy that time immensely. Some people think it’s a waste, but I don’t think anything is a waste if you enjoy it. I think it would be more of a waste for me not to write.
Guy 1: These shoes are not waterproof.
Guy 2: That’s okay, they look nice.
Yes, I have been nominated for another blogging award. And in keeping with my usual timely schedule, I have once again taken an entire month to go ahead and accept it. A month ago, I was nominated for the Beautiful Blogger Award by Resa, author of the blog Queen’s End. I’m not sure if this means that I’m beautiful, or that my blog is beautiful. Or maybe she just thinks that my shoes are beautiful. But either way, I’ll take it.
I want to thank Resa for her comments and support of my blog. I really appreciate it. It seems that we both share of love of shoes, shopping, and humour. She works as a costume designer and I feel like she lives this glamorous life that I wish I had. Check out her blog to read about it.
I also wanted to post this picture of my shoe. Random, I know. But I feel like it’s similar to the shoe picture that she posted on her blog. Although her shoe was nicer than this one. But I still like my black Converse. But I wish mine came with pink laces like her shoe did.
But enough about shoes. There’s plenty of time for that later. Let’s get back to what’s important. Awards. And receiving them. In order for me to accept this award, I’m supposed to nominate 6 or 7 other bloggers to receive the award as well and notify them. Here are my recipients…
I would highly recommend checking out these blogs for their humour, ideas, style, and of course, beauty. You won’t be disappointed. And if you are, you can ask for your money back. Oh wait, you’re not paying anything. In which case you have no excuse.
So if you have me on Twitter or Facebook, you’ll know that I sometimes update my status about various random national holidays. Mostly food related ones. Why? Because I find them interesting and because I can. There’s this great food blog that lists the national food days daily, as well as this website that has a list of the dates. There are various other sources as well, but these two are the best.
Since I’ve been updating my status so much about these things, I thought, why not blog about them on occasion as well? Because I find them interesting and because I can. Why deprive my blog readers of knowing what national food holiday happens to be today and what I think of it and how I will acknowledge it? That just doesn’t seem fair. You have a right to know as well.
So today happens to be National Prime Rib Day. It would be the perfect excuse to go out for a nice prime rib steak. Not that you really need an excuse. But I can’t really afford it, seeing as how I went and spent all my money on shoes. So no prime rib for me. Terribly sad, I know.
But it’s okay. There are ways around it. I found a way that I can still celebrate National Prime Rib Day. With Campbell’s Chunky soup. The prime rib one. Okay, so I’m not that poor that I need to eat soup every meal, but I think this is a nice way to compromise. Besides, I like Campbell’s Chunky soup. I feel like football player when I eat it. Though I have to argue that it doesn’t exactly eat like a meal, as I can eat the whole can and still be hungry. So really those commercials with the football players are false advertising.
But yes. That’s how I’m celebrating. Maybe I’ll go out for a prime rib steak dinner another time, after I’ve paid off my Visa bill for shoes that I bought. Don’t get me wrong, I would never starve just so I could buy shoes. I’m not one of those people. I love food too much. I just don’t need to eat fancy meals all the time. I was going to say I’m a struggling student, but I’m not. I’ve graduated. Really I’m just a struggling person. And not just financially speaking. I tend to struggle with life in general. But then, who doesn’t?
Or don’t. I really don’t care what order you read these in.
And so I emerged from the store, with my two giant Army & Navy shopping bags, fearful that they were dangerously close to breaking. Really they should have given me at least three bags. The bags were quite weak, and eleven pairs of shoes could easily rip through them, especially the ones with heels. Also, it was raining. A lot. So I had to somehow maneuver and hold my umbrella, my purse, as well as the giant plastic bags filled with shoes that I was trying so desperately to keep intact.
I had another bag with me, that I sometimes carry and use if I buy a couple grocery items, and so I stopped and put a few of the shoes in there, so as to even out the weight of the bags. And then I held that bag in my right hand with my umbrella, and held the other two in my left hand, getting a good grip on them so they wouldn’t break away. I don’t know why it had to rain. I kind of wanted to wear one of the new pairs right away, but a lot of them were heels and not good for walking, especially in the rain while carrying too many things. But I did stop at the side of the road to change into one of the comfortable pairs.
Now, keep in mind I had been up since 5:39 am, and I had just been through quite an ordeal. I was so disoriented upon leaving the sale, that I started walking in the wrong direction, further down East Hastings, instead of of back towards Waterfront where I was supposed to go. Yeah, I was heading towards the police station and the fire hall. Because I was so used to exiting the store from the other side, that I got confused. I soon realized my mistake and thought “Wait, this isn’t right…”. I seriously think that all my brain power went into finding and deciding on shoes, as well as fighting my way amongst the other shoppers.
But it’s okay, I turned around and headed back in the right direction. I was just annoyed at having added more steps to my walk. Don’t get me wrong, I love walking, but not in the rain with two bags full of shoes. People must have thought I was crazy. Keep in mind, I was also still wearing my “Keep Calm & Buy Shoes” t-shirt. They must have thought I was some sort of freak. At one point, this guy asked me if I was okay. I must have appeared really drained and out of it, lugging the bags of shoes and trying to get where I needed to be.
Normally, I would walk all the way back to Waterfront, but I was so tired that I finally found a bus stop and stopped there to collect myself. Also, I looked down at the new shoes I was wearing, and the rain had hit them hard. They were leather and I was worried I was ruining them, so I changed back into my black flats, hoping to preserve the new pair. When the bus pulled up, I got on, and then I heard someone yell towards me. I had left my umbrella on the seat at the bus stop, and this woman had been kind enough to retrieve it for me. I was very grateful, as the rain did not let up as I made my way home.
When I finally got home, my mom asked me how many pairs of shoes I bought. I said I didn’t know. She asked “What do you mean you don’t know?”. And then she asked if I bought ten pairs & I said “Yeah, I think so”. And I remembered that I was supposed to look for runners for her, but neglected to do so. But my mission that day was to scope out the pairs on the racks that might not be there or restocked the following day. I intend to go back and look at the runners and boots and flip flops and such that I know they have plenty of in stock. And I will find a good pair of runners for my mom because I’m a nice person.
I showed her a couple pairs of heels that I bought and asked if either would work for her, cause she needs a pair to wear to my brother’s high school graduation ceremony this year. But apparently neither of them worked. Oh well, I tried. My mom, my sister, and I all have the same shoe size. So that’s one of the ways that I justify my purchases, by telling myself that I can let them borrow them as well, so it’s not just for me. Even though it is mainly for me, especially the heels, since they tend not to wear heels. But still. They could if they wanted to.
Later that day, my dad asked me where I was that morning. Because he was obviously surprised when I was up before 6 am. I told him I went to Army & Navy. For the shoe sale. Downtown. And he asked if I went with anyone. And I said no. And he was like “You went all the way the way downtown just to buy shoes?”. Yes. Yes I did. I guess he thought it would have made more sense if I’d gone shopping with a friend. But he doesn’t understand that it’s one of those things I had to do alone. I also explained to him about the VIP thing, as to why I was there so early. He also tried to ask how many pairs I bought. I think I said I don’t know, and then when he guessed, I settled on saying I bought ten. I don’t know why that somehow sounds better than eleven.
So I am now content with my shoe purchases. People are surprised when I say I bought eleven pairs. But whatever. Go ahead and judge. I’m happy with purchases.
Stay tuned for Part 4…
I think this will be a 3 parter. Because it’s all too much for just one blog post and I don’t want to overwhelm you. Well, I guess I don’t really know for sure how many parts this will end up having but 3 sounds like a good number. Let’s just start with one for now and see where that takes us…
So I woke up this morning and got out of bed at 5:39 am. Why? Because I needed to be at the shoe sale by 7:30, so I could get first dibs on shoes. I got all my stuff together, decided on wearing my reliable flats, and grabbed a granola bar before I headed out the door, just in case I needed sustenance while making my quest. Caught the bus at 6:22 am and I was off on my way.
When I got there, I didn’t see a line, and then I realized you had to go to the other entrance. So I went around and saw all the people waiting. And then I walked through the dark alley way, because that’s where I was supposed to wait for the VIP entrance. I was early. It was 7:10. I had to wait another 20 minutes for the person to show up. A couple other girls joined me, cause they had VIP access as well. Luckily, we were let in at around 7:15, so we didn’t have to wait for too long.
We headed downstairs. There were actually quite a few people there who got to be at the sale early. There must have been a lot of ways to get VIP access. I guess I just wasn’t aware of what all those were. I headed for the size 8 shoe racks, and began my quest. I should have been quicker. I mean, I wanted to try on every shoe that I possibly could. There was no looking at prices, there was trying it on, seeing if it fit and looked good, and then tossing it in my basket. That’s how it’s done. Time to deliberate and eliminate came later. Much later.
As I checked the time, I realized I should hurry up. I was running out of time before the sale actually started. Once 8 am hit, the hoards of people would come rushing in, disturbing the relative peace that we now had. Everyone was nice. I got compliments on my shirt and everything seemed to be okay. I overheard another woman say “This is what heaven is like”.
All too soon, I realized that I had a problem. While other women had a few pairs of shoes in their baskets, mine was full. Like, full to the point of overflowing. So I got a second basket. And before long, that one was pretty full as well. To the point where it was difficult to carry them around. Yeah. But what could I do? I wasn’t done. I needed to scope out more. Before the other people came in. What was I supposed to do?
I also got to meet Heather, the girl who won the Facebook contest. We both got to collect our gift cards there. I congratulated her. You know, instead of being like “Bitch, that prize should have been mine!”. Because I’m not a mean person. And she was really nice too, it’s always good when a nice person wins. Apparently she was an elementary school teacher, and all the kids had Facebook, and she had a great support network. Hence all the votes. That, and her photo being professional and gorgeous. I’ve always said I didn’t want to go into teaching, but now I have at least one reason. Multiple votes for Facebook contests. I’ll keep that in mind.
And so I continued my venture, and when I finally had too much in both my baskets, I made my way over to get a seat and figure it all out. I tried them on, compared, debated, trying to make a decision. I overheard someone saying they wanted to finish and go before 8 am, before all the crazies came in. It was true. The crazies were not those of us who were there super early before the sale. We were the sane ones, the ones who were smart enough to find a way to get VIP access so that we didn’t have to wait in line. The crazies were the ones who would line up even earlier and wait in the rain.
As I sat there trying on my shoes, I realized there was no way I could possibly be done by 8. It wasn’t going to happen. Maybe if they had let me start at 6 am, then I could have. If ever there’s an option to start at 6 am, I would totally do it. Sure it’s early, but it’s worth it to avoid the crowds. I think I hate crowds more than I hate mornings. I still can’t believe I was up before 6 am. I feel bad for people who have to do that on a daily basis for work. I never could. But imagine getting to go shoe shopping every morning instead. If that’s not an incentive, then I don’t know what is.
And all too soon, it was 8 am. And the madness continued and began to escalate further…