Ringing in the New Ear…

{My DYT Type 1 Style   Jacket and Tank, just seen here    Jeans  Nautica, thrifted   Shoes  B.A.I.T. via Winners }  I have already confessed to a general lack of enthusiasm for the hoopla of New Year’s Eve. But I do not want you to confuse that with a lack of enthusiasm for the new year.  I am always eager to create a new self in January.  New year, new me!  Health, fitness, personal goals, professional goals, all great topics of conversation at the beginning of the year.  And they are just that; bits of conversation that roll easily off the tongue with no real intention of ever becoming reality.  But this year, I have my little blog, and I have you, my loyal readers. And so, I will share with you a goal, a fervent wish…

Not a Party Dress…

{Navy Blazer  Talbots, thrifted   Navy Pants   Nine West, thrifted    Gold Sequin Tank via Zellers    Gold Clutch and Shoes, also thrifted   My DYT Type 1 Fancy}   This is not a party dress. No New Years Eve Party for me tonight.  You know the ones I mean.  Balloons, party favours, loud music, cheap champagne, and buffet dinners.  I confess to a disinterest in big New Year’s Eve parties.  The mister and I will be celebrating the closing out of 2012 with a few dear friends.  An early evening show {Les Miserables}, followed by dinner at Milestones.  It may not be fancy, but it makes us happy.   I faced a slight dilemma when it came to choosing my outfit.  I did not want to be at a suburban movie theatre looking as…

Ho Ho Oh Oh…

    This post almost never happened.  Who knew it would be so challenging to take a few pictures of the Christmas Tree in all her glory.   It all started with discovering that a string of lights was out.  So, I began the ponderous task of trying to figure out which light bulb had burnt out.  Then a second string of lights went dark.   I felt hooped.  The idea of redecorating almost the entire tree was daunting to say the least.  The bright side is that I have a blog now.  Finally, some drama to write about.  I know you’re riveted and at the edge of your seat.  I bought two new strings of lights.  100 hundred twinkles each.  I whimsically wrapped them around the garland, the tinsel, the baubles, the boobles,…

Maui No Ka ‘Oi…

As promised, here are a few photographs of our Hawaiian holiday.  The island of Maui is a little bit of heaven for those that love sunshine, tropical breezes, salt water swimming, and the tangible feeling of aloha.                 About a month and a half ago, Patti at Not Dead Yet Style posted a blog entry titled I’m Blushing! (But Not Bronzing)  In it, she writes that Simon Doonan, creative director of Barneys, has declared bronzing/tanning over. Patti invited readers to comment on whether or not we love the look of tanned skin or prefer our natural skin tone.  Now, it’s no secret that I am a fair skinned lass.  When I was young, I used to hope that my freckles would blend together so that I would be tan like my…

Not Quite Winter white…

          {Jacket  Josephine Chaus, thrifted      Sequin Tank  Joe Fresh via Superstore,  seen here   Trousers  Talbots, thrifted   Nail Polish  Zoya –  Paloma, available at Nail Polish Canada}     Less than a week to go until winter solstice.  December twenty first also marks the first day of winter.  The upside is that the days will begin to get longer.  The downside is that winter hasn’t even started.  Speaking of winter, mother nature graced our pacific northwest skies with snowflakes both yesterday and Saturday.  Not enough of the white stuff to make a snowman, or even show up in these photos, but the flakes were coming fast and furious when we drove home last night.     My weekend was easy, simple, enjoyable.  A potluck brunch at a dear friend’s home…

A Tree Grows in Langley…

  In our little household, choosing The Christmas Tree is a big deal cherished tradition.  We traipse half way across the lower mainland to Giesbrecht’s Christmas Tree Farm in Langley where the mister will patiently hoist several trees out of their cradles and into the aisles to be assessed by my discerning eye.   As the years go by, we’ve come to understand that there are a few parameters that must not be compromised.  The size of the tree trunk cannot be larger than our tree stand.  Oh, that sounds so obvious, but you might be surprised to know we can get caught up in the excitement of the whole selection process.  Also, the tree cannot be taller than 7′ because the mister is unwilling to cut a hole in the ceiling to accommodate the…

The Day the Circus Came to Town…

        It was a perfect Vancouver weekend.   We  attended Cirque du Soleil’s Amaluna under the big top.  Absolute magic!  I highly recommend that you see Amaluna if the touring show comes to a city near you.  It is mysterious, seductive, and mesmerizing.  This weekend was gloriously sunny and yes, we get a little crazy for sun in this part of the world at this time of year.  I know, just wait and see how nutty we get by March.  It seemed that everyone was enjoying that great yellow orb in the sky,including our four legged beasts.  The above photos were taken at a local park replete with riding trails.  It was late afternoon and horses and their riders were returning to the parking lot, but do you think I could…

DIY: Rubber Boots Reno…

 In an earlier post here, I shared that I was not a tall person.  Well, neither am I petite.  This is particularly evident when it comes to boots.  The majority of boots do not get along well with my calves.  The exception of course, are rubber boots.  I mean, how can a rubber boot not fit?   People all over the internet are practically swimming in their wellies. Fast forward to these superb rubber boots.  Thrifted.  A quick on/off and I was sold.  The problem was I didn’t attempt to tuck my pants into the boots.   Well, imagine my despair to find that I can barely get them on, never mind over my skinny jeans.  What to do?  I could gift them to Goodwill and chalk it up to experience… or I could alter…

my october…

{things are looking up} {flower power}   {don’t be afraid to stand out in the crowd} {ambrosia  noun:  food of the gods} {I am Canadian} A brief reflection… October Sometimes wet, always beautiful.   October in my neck of the woods was defined by crisp air, shorter days, falling leaves.   Farm markets laden with a bevy of fruits and vegetables.   A dusting of snow briefly icing the local mountains.   A gentle tiptoe towards winter…

plaid ain’t all bad…

        {Jacket   Joe Fresh    Shirt  Esprit, thrifted   Jeans  DG2 by Diane Gilman, thrifted Pearl and Crystal Floating Necklace  Moi}   Can a LBJ, {little blue jacket} take plaid and denim beyond horses and hay bales?  I think so. The photo without the jacket is decidedly unpolished.  But with the addition of a sweet little blazer, I just might get invited to the party.  I admittedly have very little plaid in my colourful wardrobe, but was smitten with this cheeky shirt with the ruffles down the front.  By their very nature, I usually find that plaids are a little too structured for my unique personal  energy profile {see sidebar}, but I also say, never say never.   This shirt makes me feel bright and energized.   How do you feel…