SPRING!

Silk "Liberty of London" dress:

One piece-ers:

Love this:

60's shifts:

Print cotton tunic:

Black and white beauties:

From my "Inspiration" folder.......

You did it in a minute.

Done!
Every surface of my store has been painted AGAIN and yes it is getting smaller and smaller with each layer.
This time I got it right though- my floors are as shiny as a skating rink and water repellent as all get out.


I decluttered the walls but kept these four dream paintings up:

How many bottles of Chanel Particuliere does it take to paint a floor?

Behold its neutral glory:

I'm giving plants another go too:

It's white and bright!

I love it! Next, I tackle the basement of doom. And my apartment. And maybe my car needs a cleaning.
Gah!

Relaxin' and Taxin'.

Whada week! Between the sale, working at the store and repainting, I barely had time to complain about how tired I was. Most of the painting is done now and let me tell you, it felt good to obliterate that white floor. I am sick to death of trying to keep it clean. I was inspired by Chanel's Particuliere polish when selecting colors:

I actually brought in paint chips and matched them with dirt smudges on the floor.

People found that "funny" and "cute" but I am deadly serious about floor maintenance.

Tomorrow, I finish touching up the walls and putting the shop back together, easy, peasy, done.

Jay and I have painting down to a science.

I'll post some photos of the after soon.........if you care.

It's Family Day (re: made up Canadian holiday) and I am celebrating by lazing around in my robe and watching garbage TV while Jay sorts through his tax receipts. (hehe) The rest of the world is going to Hell in a Handbasket so we MUST enjoy the small pleasures of life while we can!

Fring.

Heellllllllllooooooooo.

This morning I saw a pure white squirrel in High Park. 16 years living in Toronto and the closest I've been is a white-tailed in Bellwoods. A sign?

It felt like the harbinger of Spring, but alas, we are only in Fake-Spring or Fring, and it will snow again. Well, whatever, the entire shop is filled with the best spring things I've been hoarding all winter, so deal with it, Winter's dead.



On Sunday I am doing a sale at the Drake Hotel with some of my pals:

Come up to the Sky Yard for some fresh new items from the best T.O. vendors!

But the days still seem the same.

Man, it sure is exhausting not being on vacation.
I've been thrown back into a projects-vortex of my own creation.
It will soon be spring and now is a time for change- like a chrysalis, life around me is transforming into beautiful butterflies.
Fly butterflies, fly!!!!!!!
Your destiny awaits...

No, really, we are just painting the blue wall white:

And next week the floor. I hate you floor!

I'm sick of looking at everything including winter jackets. I shoved them all in the basement yesterday and defiantly started pulling out spring dresses.

Stuff it Winter.

Jay and I are also working on another business which will open in March. Stay tuned for details........................................................

Candy Disses.

Happy Valentine's Day, Geek-a-saurus Rex's.

What does it all mean?

I'll tell you: Today, heart-shaped chocolates are $6.99, tomorrow they will be $1.99.

I'm hanging out in the store all day steaming clothes, so I am a captive audience to lay all your tales of heartache on.

Love Iron Chic

I've changed my routine, now I'm clean.

I was lost and spacy this afternoon so I did what any neurotic Swiffer-lover would do, clean away the feelings!
I scrubbed the kitchen top to bottom, even organizing the dreaded plastic container cupboard.

Needless to say I feel calm and purposeful. Alive even! Just kidding, I'm not that much of a nerd. *wink*

I'm in that zone where I am planning upcoming projects in my mind but lacking in motivation.

The cold knocked it right out of me. I must gear up to paint my store- yes painting again.

The store is in need of an update after two years and I've got a hankering for some rearrangering.

Now, what else can I bleach to death?

The sun burns through to the planet's core.

Day two back from my trip and my skin has quickly dried up like a rice cake.
All the Glysomed in the world can not save my hands it is so dry here. Yet my hair is back to its smooth wispy nature. It was gi-GANTIC in the moist Mexican air.

I'm having post trip-matic stress disorder and I can't get fully back into this tense Ice World I call home. Mom, Dad, guess what? I'm retiring too! Let's buy a timeshare in Florida.

Author's note: I did not take this photo of Uxmal:

I "forgot" my camera at home. Cameras make you less present I find. Once you take one photo, you become obsessed with capturing everything. It's our deep-seated Western Colonial urge to take wherever and whatever and have the trophy proof of all the privileged things we get to do.

I'm reading too much into it, I'm over my camera ways for now.

My news addiction remains intact, thank you very much.

We spent our last night in Cancun to be close to the airport, a place I hope never to return to.

It is a Caribbean Niagara Falls x 10, yes that is a bad thing. I knew that going in, just not to what extent. I had a vision when I looked up at the moonlit sky and felt a brief sense of doom, Cancun is 2012 end of the world. I felt ill for participating. Do not go there unless you enjoy fried-looking swingers and douchebag Jersey Shore wannabes.

You could cut off the hotel zone and glue it to Mars and they wouldn't notice.

Merida was a beauty and happy and warm. I will tell you to go there, it leaves a nice imprint on the spirit. I would go again and to other places in Mexico.

Hola 2.

Hola again,
After becoming thoroughly island-ed out, we decided to take the four hour bus ride through a relentless jungle to visit the Colonial wonder of Merida.
Merida is the oldest inhabited city in the Americas and that is all I have time to tell you...read about it here.
Everything is mucho cheaper than the Mayan Riviera of course but we had to get that turquoise water, white sand beach business out of our system before exploring ancient Mayan civilizations.
Observations so far:

-The market here is the most crowded I have ever seen but we ate possibly the best tacos and nachos I have ever tasted. Fact, I have never met a nacho I did not like.
-I can not for the life of me figure out the punctuation on this keyboard.
-The cathedral here was built from pieces of Mayan ruins.
-All of the buildings here are benign facades that hide expansive, beautiful coutyards.

I gotta go, Peedge and I got four Dos Equis from the mercado,
Adios!

Hola!

That´s right peeps, I made it to Mexico. Can I just say that that stormageddon was a weiner?
Way to overreact Toronto.
Anyhoo, I´m on Isla de Mujeres and the weather is mint.
We took the ferry over from Cancun (shitstorm) and spent yesterday chilling on the beach and swimming.
It was a 10 out of 10 kind of day where the biggest problem I had was when I left my sandals by the pool when we went to watch the sun set on the beach.
Today we may rent a golf cart to zip around the island.

Observations so far:

-You can get a sunburn on one side of your body in under an hour.
-Cute babies and island dogs abound.
-Jay is pretty good at Spanish!
-Orange juice really tastes like orange juice here.

That is all for now, I have a busy schedule of beaching and oceaning today,
later Taters!

Snoooooooooooooooooooooooooow!

It's been a week since my last post, eeps!
Well, I had a lot of catching up in the real world; tying up loose ends before my upcoming trip to Mexico. But wouldn't you know, as the Gods would have it, the biggest storm since 2008 is happening on Wednesday and my flight is directly in the eye.



Snowstorm, could your timing be any better? It's all about me, didn't you get the memo?
I need to go to Mexico. I need to to drink a margarita on the beach. I need to feel the warm sun on my face. Nobody needs a snowstorm, work with me here.