Tattoo Lust and Tattoo Envy

I love the look of tattoos and get tattoo lust when I think about the ones I still want. I get major tattoo envy when I see a pretty girl with pretty tattoos; I'd love to just get bold, colourful ones that would show... But then I think about things like job interviews and can't bring myself to do it.
So for now I'll spend my time mooning over pretty tattoos and dreaming about what I can decorate myself with in the future.

Not to mention, aren't tattooed couples so cute???

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Lime Criminal

I tried out one of my new eyeshadows and one of my new lipsticks last week for my friend's going away dinner/night out.

Lime Criminal in the corner, by LimeCrime, then various others*

Airborne Unicorn lipstick by LimeCrime

The night was a blast, we went out for Thai food at Baan Thai (above I Love Sushi on Blowers, if you're from Hali), which was so delicious -- you should go try the lettuce rolls!! Then we went to Yukyuks for a comedy night. Two of the guys from Picnicface (Mark and Andy) were up and I actually cried all my make up off from laughing too hard.
  
*e/s: purple one by Make Up Forever (can't remember the number), pink "Stars n' Rockets" by MAC, and Soft Force as a highlight, also by MAC. Mascara and eyeliner were drugstore finds.

Honest to Goodness Leather

I love leather. It's a wonderful material.
Up in Cape Breton on the Cabot Trail there's a perfect little shop run by a man and his wife. The wife works in the front and the man makes the most wonderful leather objects (the shop smells amazing because his workshop is in back! You can go right in and see him working). He's studied old-fashioned leatherwork and you can feel it in what he makes. It pleases me as a lover of leather, and as a student of historical costume making.

This is the beautiful purse and belt I bought from them. I wore them out to my birthday supper with my parents:


(Thanks to Rachel for catching that silly look on my face)

The bracelet I have on was a birthday gift from my roommate, who was with me on my birthday trip around the trail (it's from the same shop).

[[ps:: I forgot to mention how legit the man is!! Check out his picture on the homepage of their website]]

The Perfect Jeans

Many years ago I found the perfect pair of jeans. They slouched casually on my hips and hugged my thighs. It was a wonderful love affair.
But I was hard on them, and they grew holes, and then skinny jeans came and knocked all the bell bottoms out of my closet.I kept my favorite jeans though, remembering their wonderful fit. They languished in the rear of my closet for a while, then were rescued momentarily last summer and cut up to become my new favorite jean shorts! But I got lazy and never got around to hemming them (cut offs sadly weren't an option due to the upper thigh holes I had worn into them).

This Saturday I'm headed to a show by one of my favorite bands. Like any good kid who's into the local scene, I need to rep and obscure and/or broken up band with my shirt, but I had no idea what to were for bottoms! The show was supposed to be outside but the venue can't afford it anymore and now it's going to be in a small concrete cube, which I know gets sweaty as balls. Quite literally. Sweaty as sweat-dripping balls.Answer? JEAN SHORTTSSSS. They'll match my Risky Business shirt well, since I was forced to buy a kid's size at their last show and I need a pair of jeans that won't give me a horrendous muffin top, but will also hold out to me moshing my little heart out.

My new shorts, all hemmed and more wonderful than I remembered.
(Also a new bracelet! Blog post to come about my love for it.)

Two Decades Around The Sun

Turned 20 today.
Bit weird; when I was little I always thought of 20 as the age where you were suddenly grown up. I'm uncomfortable no longer being able to make the excuse, "I'm just a teenager."

Back to work tomorrow for a super busy week, but this weekend was an excellent birthday weekend of beer, beaches, and booking it around the Cabot Trail.

Ode to my Parka

It is August, you are not in my life
Thank god.
I think of you sometimes
I am seized by a flash of memory
- enveloping, fluffy
You are comfy.


Haha, I had a moment the other day where I was thinking about tattoos, and when I went to get mine. I remembered the awkward position I had to lay in, and then spent a good five minutes trying to figure out what I used as a pillow. As I remembered it was my winter jacket, I had a surge of nostalgia for wearing it. Am I the only one who secretly relishes the days cold enough to wear a zip-up duvet outside?
This isn't a wish for winter! DO NOT HURRY YOURSELF, SIR.
But at least there will be that comfy joy awaiting me in the endless runny noses and numb toes.