A Few Of My Favorite Things.

 

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Okanagan cherries and lavender. Both in season.

Oceanside flora, for obvious reasons.

Benefit's Cha Cha Tint is a mango flush that works better with my inevitable tan than its reddish, pinkish cousins.

Mophead hydrangeas - for their beauty and poise (see how well-behaved they are when photographed?).

King, Queen, Knave. I'm making my own playing cards.

The One With The Sclera

Blouse, Banana Republic. Skirt, J.Crew. Necklace, Jones New York. Scarf (as a belt), H&M. Sandals, Geox.

If that's not enough sclera for you guys, I could treat you to the eyerollfest that is my mother's VHS collection of my Christmas pageants and whatnot. Over the years, I've learned to embrace this eyeball anxiety and even use it to lure hesitant suitors (all reluctance and no suit). Some girls flash a little decolletage, I try to show off as much white-of-the-eye as humanly possible. It's worked for me thus far, so why mess with it?

Primary Covers

Shirt, J.Crew. Skirt & belt, Banana Republic. Sunglasses, Winners. Tote, Chapters. Flip-flops, Hollister.

On my way to the beach today, I practiced the art of posing in motion, which ended up being more like an extreme sport. Fortunately, I learned a few things.  Rule #1: Keep your ADHD to a minimum, unless you're trying to get blurred images. Rule #2: Exhibit lean and lovely angles at all times - you never know who will have the nerve to look through your unedited photos after you've placed your camera on a restaurant table (Does anyone else think this is rude? When friends and coworkers do it without asking?). Rule #3: Don't take photography advice from an oft-offended, etiquette-obsessed blogger. She's too busy making sure people don't double dip or shake her hand after picking their noses. It's hard work, but someone's gotta do it.

Shelling Out For Shellfish

Blouse, Banana Republic. Skirt, Club Monaco. Necklace, Topshop. Sandals, Geox.

When I saw these photos, I felt a twinge of anger. Anger that I'd put in the effort to catch decent daylight and risked being seen by strangers whilst posing (the horror!) when I look like I've been Photoshopped into this backdrop. I was really there, I promise! Strolling through tree-lined and named-after-trees streets in Kits, checking out one menu after another, and waiting to pounce on recently vacated tables on patios...  We eventually pounced on neighborhood favorite Abigail's Party, where I nibbled on deep-fried pickles with paprika aioli ($4) and Gallo mussels & Littleneck clams steamed in coconut & chili broth, vine tomatoes and cilantro ($15). To check out the rest of their dinner menu, click here. And then book your ticket to Vancouver, of course!

London Calling

Trench coat and capri pants, J.Crew. Sweater, Tommy. Sandals, Nine West. Bag, Ann Taylor.

As I mentioned a few posts ago, London was cold and rainy (I would have been disappointed had it not been). It was also excessively misty, which unfortunately resulted in one blurred photograph after another. Buildings didn't suffer as much as people, subject-wise, so I hope you'll still enjoy my meek efforts in photo-journalism.

Boy in a Miniskirt

Cardigan & skirt, J.Crew. Headband, Lacoste. Sandals, Geox.

I'd like to take this opportunity to thank the person who found my blog by googling "boy in a miniskirt." I'm also flattered that Google gets my gamine getups (or perhaps it was my drag queen reference and when I told you about my strenuous back-shaving?). Either way, I'm happy and you've inspired me to work on some upcoming posts titled "Boy in Mom Jeans" (frugal when you actually recycle mom's jeans), "Boy in Pantyhose" (which I may change to "Boy Likes Panties and Hoes"), and finally, "Boy in a Teddy" (What? I meant "A Teddy Boy"). Happy googling, everyone.

Smell The Hydrangeas

Blouse, Banana Republic. Skirt, thrifted YSL Encore. Scarf, Brooks Brothers. Sandals, Geox.

Sometimes you just have to stop and smell the hydrangeas and be thankful for what you have. Take, for example, this Yves Saint Laurent diffusion line pencil skirt that I acquired right before my vacation. It's not my usual choice of color (unless it's cool to match one's clothes to one's skin tone), but at six dollars of French silk, I made it a favorite. In other words, cut trumps color, even when you're a color addict like I am. The only downside? Since it was actually made in France in the mid-nineties, the skirt is not vanity-sized... A tight squeeze for my accidentally-ingested-dairy size (It works best with my dehydrated-and-looking-fab size).