Leave Shiloh Alone!

So my girl Shi is getting some press recently for her cross-dressing ways.
Some tabloid "experts" worry that little Shiloh will be picked on for her tomboy clothing choices.
Thanks for the handy analysis assholes. Her new short 'do really completes the unisex presentation, non?




My five year old niece just recently started choosing her own outfits and if she had her way,
she would be clad in head-to-toe pink everyday. My two year old nephew has a penchant for sweater vests and button-down shirts. Big deal...they could both suddenly turn goth at the age of thirteen. (please God)

Here I am at four when I dressed in hand-me-down clothes from my older cousins who were both BOYS:

Do I look like I give a shit? No, I had bigger fish to fry- like being the only kid in my class who knew how to read, doing puzzles upside down and collecting slugs.
I do remember older kids asking me if I was a boy or girl. haha

My love is as sharp as a needle in your eye.

This Summer 2010 Chloe dress is killing me:

That attached capelet? Sigh..

This would be perfect for a wedding and don't I happen to know some people who are getting married? (clue: not me)

If this dress was green or cream or blue or black or anything I would wear it to walk around my Sardinian castle and pick flowers or contemplate the sky.

I couldn't be anymore useless today.

Pet Peeve Corner:"Real Women"

This morning on The Tyra Show, Tyra took another stab at creative word invention.
Smize really never caught on the way she wanted....yet I just used it in a sentence. doh!
It's firmly branded into my vernacular then.

Anyhoo, Tyra has decided that the term 'plus size model' is sooo 2006 and wants us to start using the phrase "Fiercely Real."
She even created a contest for models of the voluptuous persuasion.

It's called:

Fiercely Real Teen Model Search.
(I've highlighted the infuriating segments for your convenience)



"Hey My Gorgeous Girls, I've been trying to expand the definition of beauty through my B.I.O. (that's Beauty Inside & Out) campaign. As part of the campaign I wanted to do a plus-sized model search – ya know, represent the REAL girls. I got to thinking and since I've gotten so many requests to do a Top Model for teens, I figured I'd put the two ideas together here on Tyra.com! This is the first ever Plus-Sized Teen Model Search! But “plus-sized” models sounds so old fashioned… so I’m changing the term “Plus-Sized” and making it "Fiercely Real"! I will pick the winner ON STAGE on The Tyra Show. Yep, I want to see all ya’ll full-figured teen girls who can rock that H2T pose, take a great picture and strut their booty down the runway! Let’s show all those magazines, TV shows, blogs, designers and CRITICS (lots of them around!) that REAL girls are fierce too."



Now, by Tyra's definition, it seems as though I don't qualify as a REAL girl anymore due to my diminutive physique:






Since when did being a REAL girl equal plus size?




My girlfriends, I consider them to be the real-iest chicks I know and they are definitely not plus-size. They are not twigs either.

We eat tons of delicious non-diet foodstuffs though.

In fact, the majority of our meetings are centered around some form of gluttony.

But Iron Chic, you are always so critical of anorexia and bulimia? What do you want?

True, I do have a particular interest in the subject. (Click here for a really long and informative post on the phenomenon of Holy Anorexia)
Listen, I don't want you to be overweight but I don't want you to have an eating disorder and try to pretend that you don't.
You should be healthy in mind and body.

I think the whole idea of "loving your fat" is a slippery slope. (Jezebel commenters, time for you to leave) We are slowly and systematically accommodating obesity by creating an environment that encourages weight gain. Bigger clothes, cars, airplane seats.

My mom always says how when she was in highschool, there was like, one fat kid.

I don't remember many overweight classmates when I was in school either.

Have you been to a small town in North America lately?

Entire fat families.

I live in a big city, I walk, I eat sensibly for the most part, I care about not being fat.

Am I shallow?

"Real women have curves."

Suck it!

If you prick us, do we not bleed?

If you give us cinnamon buns, will we not swallow?

We are Fiercely Real and we are spectacular!

Own this podium!

Prophecy came true today and Ching and I had brunch....
Afterwards, we did something that girls like to do which is go to H&M and try not to buy stuff.
I was really good and didn't get anything but Ching bought a pair of "slacks."
I wanted to see the Sonia Rykiel collection in the flesh without being trampled by rabid fashionistas. When was the last time you heard that word, fashionista? Problee not for a while...
There wasn't much left, just a few pickins'. I didn't see this sweater:


Or this bejeweled thingy:


Ching surprised me by liking a dress with studded shoulders. Ching + studs?
Stranger things have happened.
There is a little striped bathing suit back there that is sad I didn't buy it...
Oh and it is for real snowing in Toronto today and I have to say, I'm over it.

Next!

A preview of my etsy store............

I can't wait but holy it is more work than having an actual store!

You better 'preciate.

xoxoxox

Smile! It increases your face value.

I'm working on an etsy shop right now for my Silver Falls Vintage blog!
That is why there is a big ol' blank spot in the sidebar waitin' for somethin' to happen.
In my head I sounded like Dolly Parton when I wrote that.
Specifically her character Truvy in Steel Magnolias:

Truvy quotes:

"Honey, time marches on and eventually you realize it is marchin' across your face."

"In a good shoe, I wear a size six, but a seven feels so good, I buy a size eight."

"There's so much static electricity in this room, I pick up everything but boys and money."

"I have a strict policy that nobody cries alone in my presence."

"Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion."

"Well, these thighs haven't gone out of the house without lycra on them since I was 14."

"There is no such thing as natural beauty."

"I don't like her. I don't trust anyone who does their own hair. I don't think it's natural."

"Louie brought his new girlfriend over, and the nicest thing I can say about her is all her tattoos are spelled correctly."

I love that movie!

Sally Field brings a tear to my eye every time....

I'm off track here, yes. An online vintage store...wait for it!!!

Worn in.

Now stocking Worn Fashion Journal at Silver Falls!

$6 each....

New issue and back issues available.

Thanks Worn!

No reservations.

I was having a nice dream this morning.

It was sunny and warm and the buildings were painted in pastels.

There were palm trees and a nearby ocean and I had nothing but time.

In fact, I was planning on meeting Ching for brunch! How carefree...

We couldn't decide where to go. So just like in real life.

I was upset when I woke up because I wasn't done with the pleasantness of the dream (undecided brunch location notwithstanding)

I used to think I didn't enjoy vacations, time, lazy days, sun, warmth, beaches.

I want to pack up Papa J and fly to Sardinia and eat fresh pasta and cheese and pet baby goats and swim in an azure sea.

Okay, I got that idea from Anthony Bourdain.

Don't get it twisted though, my life basically rocks.

Where do you want to be right now?

They can dance, we'll stay home instead.

Does anyone else out there feel like their life energy has been zapped??!

For the last few days, I've had such a hard time getting out of bed and I want to stay home all day and watch Deadwood (again) and eat sugar. I can't of course, because I have to run my

business. At least I don't have to be "on the ball" since nobody is watching. Ha!

The sky seems particularily grey as well. I need a dose of Spring or something.

I've been trying to counterbalance the whole thing with coffee but I still feel tired and have anxiety all night.

Is this why people go to tanning salons? I would never. I'm too vain to get premature wrinkles...that really is the irony of tanning isn't it? They are all going to look like leather by the time they hit 50. I will stay young forever and ever. Okay, bye bye.

You know you've made it when there is a pillow version you.

I saw this Twilight (never seen it) Edward pillow on Regretsy today:


Are those things called "husbands?" Creepy. I guess I am too "old" to understand the Twilight thang. Cry me a river!
After I finished LOLing, I clicked on the link and lo and behold, isn't that Lala from Art Geek and Fashion Freak?

She doesn't blog much anymore...what a funny little mitten!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox.

It's Valentine's Day and they are playing The Godfather on AMC...okay.




Hey, do you feel like being cringe-y all over? Why don't you watch the remake of We Are The World?
I dare you to watch the whole thing.

You know what's worse? That horrible olympic "believe" song. What is up with the world right now? Oh, let's throw "Family Day" onto the wtf heap.

I'm staying in tonight. Jay is making steak and red wine sauce (holy!) and I am going to vegematate. I'm drinked out and socialed out for now.

Here are some photos from the opening last night on Jay's new blog....

Goodbye Alexander McQueen.

Are you happy to be alive today?

You should be. Do you need me to tell you that your life is special? It doesn't last that long so you must carpe every diem to the fullest. There were times when I took being alive for granted.

Maybe I was young and I didn't know any better. Perhaps I will feel like that again some day but for now, I will relish my existence.

Career, money, fame, power- even if you are at the top of your game and the world adores you and puts you on a pedestal...when you are alone in your own head, despising yourself, there is no comfort in success. Your achievements won't "snuggle" you to sleep and your black diamonds won't understand your insecurities.

There is no victory in suicide just a big F.U. to living and the people who love you.
The world will go on and you will be a memory; a hint of a potential life and missed opportunities.

If you ever need to talk, I'll "Dr. Phil" you anytime.......

Palz:

Jay started a blog for Hunter and Cook magazine.

Kathryn shares her teenage goth poetry on Oh To Be The Cream.

Laughs and things on Colin's Hodgepodge Lodge.

Canada, do you believe?

Finally Canada has it's own political sex scandal!
See America, we can do everything you can do. Canada's answer to Mark Sanford is Toronto's own Adam Giambrone (pronounced Giamboner) Toronto Transit chairman and mayoral candidate.
Totally textbook case: he banged some young chicks in his city hall office, sent illicit texts (duh),
she contacted the press, he denied it then later admitted to multiple flings and apologized.
The end. Psych! It's just the beginning for this weiner:




“This searing experience has taught me, permanently I hope, that a public career of integrity cannot survive deceit in your private life.”

Bingo!

You cannot have everything. (Bill Clinton excluded) Is this why our transit system is thoroughly useless? Too busy sexting college girls to sort it out....

Prepare for a permanent entry of your indescretions on your Wikipedia page, weenie. That's what hurts the most, you know.

After.

It's done and the store looks brand new.
This is the floor color I wanted in the beginning but people were all like "don't do it you'll regret it blah blah." It's not like I layed down white cashmere on the ground. Cool your jets!
You walk on it, it gets dirty. Whatever.




So pleased with the results!


Vanilla cake batter!

Befloor.

We like to make things hard around the shop so it was decided that the floor had to be painted
cream.
It is currently dirt-grey and looking a little worse for wear.
So, we cleared out the whole shebang tonight and laid down a coat of paint.
Here is the before shot:



This is what I am doing right now...
I'm having flashbacks to that time before the store was open. How did we make it through?
You just do!
I can already say that with one coat, it is as if a ray of light has beamed into the space.
After photos tomorrow... if you care.

Snowflakes that stay on your nose and eyelashes.

Finish that cup of Haterade you've been sipping and pour yourself a glass of red wine.
Let's talk love.
You've been living vicariously through my opinions for too long, after all.
Get ready for positivity without a hint of sarcasm......

I love life.
I love going to sleep at night just so I can wake up and start the next day.

I love toasted coconut covered marshmallows:


I think these guys are pretty rad:

And my Jay.....

I'm happy he stopped smoking a year ago.

I live for pop culture:

I love Mel Gibson movies:

And fantasy films:

I can't break my habit of wearing black clothing, who knows why?

I enjoy scraggly, ragamuffin-style dogs:

And spicy food:

And Toulouse-Lautrec paintings:

I wish Fra Angelico would paint a fresco in my bedroom:

I would stay in there all day contemplating it whilst eating Strawberry Shortcake ice cream bars:

I used to get up early, now I like to sleep in:

I constantly listen to 80's minimal wave music.

I will always adore Morrissey:

I love

oceans

steam rooms

hotels

road trips

yams

shoes

my apartment

my shop

my cottage

my Mom and Dad!

Tell me what you love....let's share.