Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Alien Arrival

I spent all of yesterday packing all of my clothing, shoes, jewelry and essentially, my life into three suit cases. All so that I could make a huge change in my life; moving across the country to follow a dream I had since I was the tender age of innocence. It was a very difficult decision to make; move my entire life to the unknown to do something that I wanted to do. I'm already a pretty accomplished young woman, but that isn't good enough for me.

No bags were overweight, but I left with one hell of a heavy heart. I felt like I weighed an extra one hundred pounds going through security this morning in Deer Lake, Newfoundland. It was hard to make the effort to get myself to my gate, onto the plane, and into my seat. I'm so excited to leave this old life behind but there are so many things I'd like to bring with me.

I never thought I would be doing this. It seems so uncalculated and alien to me. I keep catching myself thinking... What the fuck am I doing? I'm leaving such a cozy life.

Whether I'll be infatuated with Vancouver, well, that is to be determined. I am a firm believer that although I've never lived in a big city, I'm a big city kind of gal. So hopefully this will go as planned, and I will love it.

Jenn/Ginge/Frotch/Baboon/Babs, holy shit. I'm going to miss you like crazy. We already said our mushy things but here it is, on this blog forever, my undying love for you. Keep being the rock-star that you are, don't change a thing about you, you're a boss, my little monkey, and I'm going to miss the chilly basement.

Skanes, grow up. Get on that plan to use your air miles and come out to make me some seafood chowder while you're at it, AND some more of that brie, AND bring a vat of that home made vinaigrette. You're a bro, and I appreciate all the kind words you've said to me over the past few days, ensuring me that this is a good idea.

Higdon, my man, my big brother: I don't really know what else to say but that I miss you, and I want your god damn milkshakes. No, that is not a sexual innuendo, this guy makes the best milkshakes ever.

Taylor, my giggly monster, I'm going to miss the laughing fits that we had together and all the things we find funny. The love of humor that we share is something rare,  and I miss feeding off of each others' energies to keep the good times rollin'.

Mudder, Step-Dave, my sisters, and everyone else: I love you, thank you for everything, and I appreciate the support from everyone.

Alright, I'm going to be sobbing up a storm in the middle of Toronto Pearson Airport if I don't stop writing this. Peace out, I'll see you all on the flip side.


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I Think I Wanna Marry You


Today I let you see the formal side of Julia... the one where she brushes her hair (not well), attempts to do precision make-up, does NOT forget to wear deodorant, and ensures that nails have been painted. How I wish I could do all of these things at once, but I'm not a frikken circus act. There's no way I can be THAT polished every day. 

This is an outfit that I wore to a BEAUTIFUL wedding (& reception, with an open bar for two hours.. I had to take a break from drinking while eating so that I could sober up a little before face planting on the dance floor). The dress was on sale at Sears, and it fit like a smack in the mouth, like a glove, etc. You get the point. That shit fit me perfectly.

dress: sears, shoes: spring, earrings: spring, clutch: aldo

I managed to keep these HIGH wedges on for seven hours. That is an accomplishment that I really wish I was awarded a medallion for. Normally, I can't wear high shoes for more than.. well, never. BUT, these bad boys were surprisingly comfortable. I have a very wide foot, so something with stretchy straps makes me super happy.  

The ceremony was so amazing and gorgeous that I almost accepted my boyfriend's impulsive proposals  for marriage. Here we are after proposal number 5:

This was taken by an i-phone (with a little bit of instagram action) that was handy; I didn't take my new baby (rebel T2i) with me to the ceremony as I knew I'd probably drop it from all the hormonal jitters I'd be having.

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Thursday, July 12, 2012

New Beginnings

Hello! I am very pleased to announce that I have a new camera, a Rebel T2i! It is my child. If you're around me, you can't touch it unless I feel that you are competent enough. I'm very serious about this. Contracts must be made, verbal promises to be kept, and a whole lotta trust must be put in your hands to hold this baby.

Enough about the over-protective mother dialogue, let's get to the good stuff: the PICTURES.
I'm still a baby with this thing and I don't really know what to do in every scenario to take a great shot, but with the help of some youtubing and some of my bloggin/photographer buddies, I think I'll get the hang of it.

I wore this outfit to go out to supper with my friend Jenn (who's been on here before), and I was very determined to get some outfit shots since I've been kindof slacking lately. After a little convincing in my mind to let Jenn hold the camera (not that she isn't talented or incompetent; like I said, I'm just over-protective) we drove up to the base of Marble Mountain Ski Hill which is about a 5 minute drive from Corner Brook. Jenn was looking fah-ine so I simply HAD to take some pictures of her; she's an experienced "model" if you will (everyone loves taking pictures of this beautiful red-head, and for good reason) and this is what came out of our little photoshoot:


When I picked Jenn up to go for supper, and I expressed my interest in shooting her for the blog, she was surprised at my request. She felt that she was too "matchy-matchy": something I'm sure many of us feel when, well... matching. Growing up, you were always told by your mother to match your outfits, otherwise you would look messy. Today, it's as if we are all too afraid to wear the same color in more than one location of piece of clothing on the body. I thought that this would be a perfect example, in my opinion, of why you can still match your clothes and still look casual yet polished at the same time. Matching same colored items that are smaller is nothing to be afraid of, because it just ties the outfit together in my opinion. There are no large statement pieces or patterns in this outfit, and the simple neutrality of the navy belt and navy feathered earrings make it easier to add on more colors if Jenn would have wanted. However, if it were a trendy color (one not so neutral, such as a neon hue), perhaps wearing matching accessories would look better if there were a print added as well, one that had the same neon hues of the accessories worn. Then, it would look as if the matching neon accessories are just pulling out the fun colors of the print.


This was a very comfortable outfit to wear, and I loved the bold patterns on my lower half. Normally I stick to wearing bold colors and patterns on my torso; it's just a habit, I'm not really sure why. This skirt was thrifted, and it's a little too big around the hip area, so I safety pinned it for a quick fix (haven't taken it to the seamstress yet). The top I'm wearing is a simple black v-neck bought from Forever 21+, and I made a knot in the bottom left to shorten the length of it and to add a little texture to the top. Ofcourse I have to make whatever I wear as funky as possible, so I threw on a neon bracelet from Forever 21, and some oversized light blue studs from Spring on my ears. With this summer heat we've been getting (seriously guys, it's been like at least 25 degrees every day), my usual go-to hair do is the bun on top of the ol' head, which I think looks marvelous with this outfit. Thank god it's in style or I don't know what I would do.

Thanks for the read everyone! The following pictures don't necessarily show off the outfits we are wearing, but I couldn't help but to upload them anyways (you know, new camera and all...).