second hand paradise

I just finished reading week, but still have an unopened Vanity Fair and a Vogue with a heart-wrenchingly wonderful colour scheme going on on the cover to read. And a midterm at 9:30 tomorrow morning...

But on the bright side, I spent the week in New Brunswick, with my mother's family... My aunt and uncle own a second hand clothing store. And not just a little boutiquey little thing, but a full-fledged warehouse, that's about a third store front, and the rest is just bales and bales of unsorted clothes. My cousin and I spend two hours, after hours literally climbing around piles of clothes, looking for fur, cropped sweaters, long skirts, and old lady sweatshirts with silk screened wolves and owls and so on... Success. Success all around.

A fur cape.
A red cropped/slouchy sweater.
A navy/white midi skirt.
A long purple velvet dress (almost too late for fall's witchy business but wha'eva).
A seafoam/white striped cropped t shirt.
A purple old lady sweatshirt with a wolfpack not just on the front, but ALL THE WAY AROUND. Bret from Flight of the Conchords would be so proud.
Oh oodles of other things that I can't even remember... I don't actually know where I'm going to put it all.

Oh, and two pristine Kimchi and Blue purses. What the heck? Who gives that away?

Okay ignore the terrible quality for a sec. My mom emailed these to me super small and she hasn't resent them yet... The cape is vintage Sears, green sweater is anonymously from my cousin's second hand store. the dress is from H&M, the purse is actually faux ostrich, and you can't see, but I'm wearing maroon socks that I took from my great uncle Rupert's house... he was a hermit, and no one had been in his house for like, 30 years. It was amazing. And the heels are from France, a couple years ago. Maybe better photos soon? This outfit happened, because I had taken everything 'dress up and go out'-y to my place in Toronto last week, to decide what to wear to the ballet... and then came straight from NB, and was going to a jazz concert... these were the only heels I'd left at my parents place. I love getting dressed so much, even more when there's a challenge. 

Listen to Esperanza Spalding please. Bass, vocals... The sexiest black woman alive beat Justin Beiber for Best New Artist. There is hope, my friends.

B

life is for learning

I do love my school. I have a class in musical frickin instrument making. And photography, sculpture, time based media, and a visual studies, theory-ish thing. I was telling someone about my classes, and they were like, man, it sounds like you're at a really cool summer camp or something... It is. Every day is just so GOOD. I love my assignments, I seriously look forward to doing them. Oh baby this is good.

And I had a really nice day with Jeremy the other day. The aforementioned neighbour. We've still never spoken or seen each other or anything, but Emma wasn't around, I was in my room working on a video and he was writing a song on the piano... it was like living next to David Gray a little bit. We worked like that for hours, and even though we had nothing to do with each other, it was companionable, ya know? Emma hasn't been around much, but when she is she brings a little dog. Classic.

Everyone says coffee does really bad things to you so I'm stop drinking ridiculous amounts, and see if I actually feel any different. So far I just feel like my head is going to explode, but it's only day one.

I don't feel as though I have a real purpose for this blog anymore... not that I used to, but I would think of things to write about during the day. Hm. Maybe I'll get back into it now that I'm more inspired by school...

Listen to Take Off Your Cool by Andre 3000 and Norah Jones. And then do it. Baby, take of your cool. For real.

B