WOAH CALM DOWN HOLY CRAP IT'S BEEN OVER HALF A YEAR SINCE I'VE POSTED I GOTTA GET MY SHIT TOGETHER.
maybe soon?
Monday, September 16, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
omg
Although I usually do regardless of what any readers might think, I'm going to speak incredibly freely in this post. If you're not ready for over-the-top excitement, colorful language, run on sentences, and essentially all things insane, then walk away right now.
HOLY FUCK.
For those of you on the plus size train, or not even on the plus size train, just on the train of good fashion, you've heard of ASOS.com before. Haven't? FOR SHAME. They have one kick ass line of plus size clothing that goes WAYY beyond the level of fashion that forever 21 + offers.. Come on, there's some sketchy material on F21+'s website. It's almost like some of the designer are literally creating pieces of what would look horrendous on ANYONE, let alone plus size gals. ASOS Curve has some pretty gorgeous stuff, and the price is not too bad (not as good as F21+, but this is a perfect example of you get what you pay for).
Whenever I've scanned over the ASOS Curve website, I've often felt like my brain has been intruded, since their styles are so fucking fabulous that I want to max out my credit card every time I do some late night browsing. Imagine the shock I just received when I stumbled on the holy grail..
The glorious...
The fabulous........
ARE-YOU-SHITTING-ME-THEY-MAKE-PLUS-SIZE-FASHIONABLE-ADORABLE ONESIES OMG.
available HERE
available HERE
I can't even.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
fly, coolness, angst, gangster
Here's a quick little post regarding fashion, considering I've been avoiding the subject in the past few posts (NOT on purpose). I'm still versing myself in the current trends (vogue, nylon and following all the designers on instagram is supplying me with my fixx) but I will admit it that this next little wishlist has nothing to do with trends this spring. Normally when I make a fashion post, I try to look at what is in fashion at that moment, what colours and patterns are big for spring (btw, biggest I've seen so far is B&W), etc. But it's my birthday in ... 13 days and here are a few things I'm itching to get my hands on.
Few must haves that I feel I have gone too long without are:
- A pair of fabulous ray ban aviators. I don't understand how I've remained this fly my whole life without owning a pair of such fly sunglasses. I have a gift, I guess. And if you say it's "swag", I'll punch you.
- A trench coat. Adrian (the boyfriend) just got a fabulous one from Banana Republic, and I happened to try it on, and ALMOST went to buy the exact same one but our coolness factor from owning the same coat and obviously wearing it together would make the world explode. Apocalypse NOT averted.
- Converse. I've gone through my angsty teen years without even owning these. LIKE WTF?
- I HAVE had creole gold earrings before, and used to wear them like every day in high school, but have since lost them. I can't keep going on through life thinking I'm a gangster without those gold hoops, g-dangit.
All the other treats are just things that I want to add to my closet. Desperately. If you feel like you want to treat me, my address is available upon request, all of the below items can be found on the asos.com website. Do a good deed. Buy a stranger (me) a birthday present.
Few must haves that I feel I have gone too long without are:
- A pair of fabulous ray ban aviators. I don't understand how I've remained this fly my whole life without owning a pair of such fly sunglasses. I have a gift, I guess. And if you say it's "swag", I'll punch you.
- A trench coat. Adrian (the boyfriend) just got a fabulous one from Banana Republic, and I happened to try it on, and ALMOST went to buy the exact same one but our coolness factor from owning the same coat and obviously wearing it together would make the world explode. Apocalypse NOT averted.
- Converse. I've gone through my angsty teen years without even owning these. LIKE WTF?
- I HAVE had creole gold earrings before, and used to wear them like every day in high school, but have since lost them. I can't keep going on through life thinking I'm a gangster without those gold hoops, g-dangit.
All the other treats are just things that I want to add to my closet. Desperately. If you feel like you want to treat me, my address is available upon request, all of the below items can be found on the asos.com website. Do a good deed. Buy a stranger (me) a birthday present.
Thursday, February 07, 2013
i lost a few inches
...And by few, I mean about 5 or so. I cut my hair.
And I love it.
I was debating it for awhile, because I hadn't cut my hair since I was 15. That is ... holy shit, that's 8 years ago. Okay, just having a little melt down on how long ago that actually was. Anyways, back to the present... A lot of people were telling me to keep it long, and that I shouldn't cut it. I was afraid that I would regret it, but I realized that the only reason I was holding onto the idea of leaving my length was because it was just that... so much length. Such long thick hair. I had planned it out well, however. I pinned my hair up so I could see what I would look like with shorter hair, and I tried on different necklines/outfits. I loved every look. So after school one day, I asked my incredibly brave friend Annie to cut it. She did. It's magnificent.
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And I love it.
I was debating it for awhile, because I hadn't cut my hair since I was 15. That is ... holy shit, that's 8 years ago. Okay, just having a little melt down on how long ago that actually was. Anyways, back to the present... A lot of people were telling me to keep it long, and that I shouldn't cut it. I was afraid that I would regret it, but I realized that the only reason I was holding onto the idea of leaving my length was because it was just that... so much length. Such long thick hair. I had planned it out well, however. I pinned my hair up so I could see what I would look like with shorter hair, and I tried on different necklines/outfits. I loved every look. So after school one day, I asked my incredibly brave friend Annie to cut it. She did. It's magnificent.
Here's a little photo diary of my journey to shorter hair:
This is my hair when I pinned up the longer lengths. The reason it actually looks like I cut my hair is because I had shorter layers:
This is my hair when I pinned up the longer lengths. The reason it actually looks like I cut my hair is because I had shorter layers:
This is the last picture taken of my longer hair, RIGHT before we wet it down and cut it:
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This is before we did texturizing/some layering... my hair was in the shape of a triangle because of the amount of thickness. Annie is poking her head out from behind the monstrosity:
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SHORT HURR DONT CURR (this photo has clearly been instagrammed, I no longer have the original):
Another picture of the short hair for good measure (hah.. measure.. we're talking about lengths... of hair..... measuring... by using inches. HAH) :
I didn't even cry once throughout the entire thing, which is surprising because I'm a pretty emotional cry-baby. If you're thinking about cutting your hair, I suggest taking one night, opening some vino, pinning your hair up to the best of your ability and trying on different styles with it. In one outfit, you could look fantabulous, and in another one you could look awful. Just sayin.
Saturday, February 02, 2013
in light of the last post...
I totally made a playlist that helped me get out of my funk the other night, aptly entitled "fuck this shit". Here's a little list of songs that helped me think "ahhhhhhhh fack it, let's get this show on the road and keep on keepin on." Even though the title implies I'm giving up. More like giving up being a "Negative Nancy."
In the order that my Itunes decided to shuffle:
Bad Kids - Lady Gaga
Diamonds - Rihanna
I Care - Beyonce
I Love It - Icona Pop
Jump - Rihanna
Killing In The Name Of - Rage Against the Machine
Power It Up - Rihanna
Renegades of Funk - Rage Against the Machine
Red Song - Hey Rosetta (ultimately the saddest sounding song I've ever heard, but so beautiful)
Seven Devils - Florence & The Machine
Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey
Fragile Bird - City & Colour
Stranger Things Have Happened - Foo Fighters
Closer - Kings of Leon
Just - Radiohead
Bangers and Mash - Radiohead
Paranoid Android - Radiohead
Hooker with a Penis - Tool
Probably one of the most eclectic angst-y playlists out there.
In the order that my Itunes decided to shuffle:
Bad Kids - Lady Gaga
Diamonds - Rihanna
I Care - Beyonce
I Love It - Icona Pop
Jump - Rihanna
Killing In The Name Of - Rage Against the Machine
Power It Up - Rihanna
Renegades of Funk - Rage Against the Machine
Red Song - Hey Rosetta (ultimately the saddest sounding song I've ever heard, but so beautiful)
Seven Devils - Florence & The Machine
Summertime Sadness - Lana Del Rey
Fragile Bird - City & Colour
Stranger Things Have Happened - Foo Fighters
Closer - Kings of Leon
Just - Radiohead
Bangers and Mash - Radiohead
Paranoid Android - Radiohead
Hooker with a Penis - Tool
Probably one of the most eclectic angst-y playlists out there.
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Vague & Ambiguous
Please excuse the vagueness of the following post.
Nothing is more frustrating than assuming you're doing well at something, and then you find out that's not the case. The worst thing you can do as a person, trying to advance yourself in some way, is to assume that you're doing great. When you make these assumptions, you're essentially climbing up this ambiguous staircase to your own "success". When these assumptions aren't reinforced, and something happens that reinforces the opposite, it's like somebody at the top of this staircase says "Hey, you don't belong here" and they kick you off. It doesn't feel like they're kicking you down the stairs, it feels like you're free falling off the balcony of this so-called destination: your idea of success that you assumed you had reached. What is brutal about this is I was being told I was great. I was being told I was good. But apparently I have taken these words and I've ran too far with them. Not only is this feeling frustrating, but it hurts both mentally and emotionally. I'm forced to look back and think what I could have done differently, what other efforts I could have put in to realize this dream, what am I doing that others are not, or vice versa. Now I feel like I have to start from the beginning, and climb these stairs, yet again. Hopefully it will be good for my character. But right now I just want to flip a table over and leave the building.
Nothing is more frustrating than assuming you're doing well at something, and then you find out that's not the case. The worst thing you can do as a person, trying to advance yourself in some way, is to assume that you're doing great. When you make these assumptions, you're essentially climbing up this ambiguous staircase to your own "success". When these assumptions aren't reinforced, and something happens that reinforces the opposite, it's like somebody at the top of this staircase says "Hey, you don't belong here" and they kick you off. It doesn't feel like they're kicking you down the stairs, it feels like you're free falling off the balcony of this so-called destination: your idea of success that you assumed you had reached. What is brutal about this is I was being told I was great. I was being told I was good. But apparently I have taken these words and I've ran too far with them. Not only is this feeling frustrating, but it hurts both mentally and emotionally. I'm forced to look back and think what I could have done differently, what other efforts I could have put in to realize this dream, what am I doing that others are not, or vice versa. Now I feel like I have to start from the beginning, and climb these stairs, yet again. Hopefully it will be good for my character. But right now I just want to flip a table over and leave the building.
Sunday, January 27, 2013
MegaWatt
I've never made a post from my cell phone before. I'm very anal about grammar and punctuation, so this might not end well due to my chubby fingers, auto correct and my small keyboard, but I've just found inspiration.
Right now, I'm sitting on a ferry, going from vancouver to vancouver island to visit my dad over my break from school. I'm settled in my little seat with my huge scarf on, keeping toasty. A few rows ahead of me are a family, with one special child. This child appears to be going through chemotherapy.
Fuck. Cancer. I hate it. It's very difficult for me to refrain from cryin right now. I'm uber emotional and have been thinking a lot about lost loved ones recently. This really seems to break my heart.
Interesting though, because my heart has already been broken. Losing family to something uncontrollable like cancer is fucking hard. It could very well be the worst thing ever. And after every loss, scare, and threat, my heart has managed to repair itself, thanks to good friends, family and faith.
Now what I'm thinking is I'm in need to GROW UP. This shit is hard, and my heart is clearly an indestructible machine, capable of more than I ever gave it granted. That child and that family are all smiles and laughter. Maybe it will last, maybe it won't, but here we are. Floating in the ocean. Floating through whatever. Don't cry, Julia. This family deserves a mega watt smile. Give it to em. But it will never compare to that child's. Or to Aaron's. RIP.
Right now, I'm sitting on a ferry, going from vancouver to vancouver island to visit my dad over my break from school. I'm settled in my little seat with my huge scarf on, keeping toasty. A few rows ahead of me are a family, with one special child. This child appears to be going through chemotherapy.
Fuck. Cancer. I hate it. It's very difficult for me to refrain from cryin right now. I'm uber emotional and have been thinking a lot about lost loved ones recently. This really seems to break my heart.
Interesting though, because my heart has already been broken. Losing family to something uncontrollable like cancer is fucking hard. It could very well be the worst thing ever. And after every loss, scare, and threat, my heart has managed to repair itself, thanks to good friends, family and faith.
Now what I'm thinking is I'm in need to GROW UP. This shit is hard, and my heart is clearly an indestructible machine, capable of more than I ever gave it granted. That child and that family are all smiles and laughter. Maybe it will last, maybe it won't, but here we are. Floating in the ocean. Floating through whatever. Don't cry, Julia. This family deserves a mega watt smile. Give it to em. But it will never compare to that child's. Or to Aaron's. RIP.
Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Beauty in the 21st century
Ever since I moved to Vancouver, I've been trying to take better care of my appearance. It may sound superficial, but I literally feel as pretty as Sophia Grace when she's rocking out in her precious little tutu. I, myself, have contemplated jumping about and speaking in a cockney british accent when I'm all dolled up, but I have managed to restrain myself.
A few things I've been indulging in since I've been to Vancouver is what I like to call new-age-what-the-fuck-I-didn't-know-this-was-a-thing techniques. The first bandwagon I jumped on was lash extensions. In my little bubble in Newfoundland, I had only heard of extensions for your hair... you know, the little scraggly clip-in ones, or fusions. Never had I heard of extensions for your eye lashes. I have the kind of lashes that are like little boys in the closet.. no matter how comfortable they think they are with wearing mascara, they just DON'T WANT TO COME OUT. By come out, I mean my lashes won't look long and beautiful, like feathery windows to my sarcastic soul. I made an appointment to Noir Lash Lounge and jumped into the world of lashes. They literally glue one little lash on at a time, and they last about a month to 6 weeks. The first time I got them done, I went for a more natural look. It wasn't for me. I needed in-your-face lashes, which is what I have now. Finally I feel like my little peepers have nice drapes, and all I can say is TOO LATE NORMAL LASHES, YOU'RE BEING COVERED.
A few things I've been indulging in since I've been to Vancouver is what I like to call new-age-what-the-fuck-I-didn't-know-this-was-a-thing techniques. The first bandwagon I jumped on was lash extensions. In my little bubble in Newfoundland, I had only heard of extensions for your hair... you know, the little scraggly clip-in ones, or fusions. Never had I heard of extensions for your eye lashes. I have the kind of lashes that are like little boys in the closet.. no matter how comfortable they think they are with wearing mascara, they just DON'T WANT TO COME OUT. By come out, I mean my lashes won't look long and beautiful, like feathery windows to my sarcastic soul. I made an appointment to Noir Lash Lounge and jumped into the world of lashes. They literally glue one little lash on at a time, and they last about a month to 6 weeks. The first time I got them done, I went for a more natural look. It wasn't for me. I needed in-your-face lashes, which is what I have now. Finally I feel like my little peepers have nice drapes, and all I can say is TOO LATE NORMAL LASHES, YOU'RE BEING COVERED.
Another thing (that I literally just got home from) was getting my eyebrows threaded, where I went to Bombay Brow Bar. This was an aloof thought in my mind... I didn't understand it, nor did I want to. It sounded proverbial. I kind of heard of it before but it was too trendy for my likes and I just figured waxing was the way to go. WAS I WRONG. I literally was there for like twenty minutes, paid the same price as a high-quality wax, and plus they gave me an eyebrow massage (yes... it does feel amazing) and darkened them for me with powder. The process also felt... dare I say.. kind of good? Threading doesn't hurt in my opinion, it kind of felt nice. Magnifique I say! I love these brows. They're my babies. I like em arched, which I've always been told they couldn't be due to my natural, and they did it with ease. They delivered amazingly considering my vague request: "Uhh yeah, I want them to be arched, but still really thick, but cleaned up on the top and the bottom, but not too fake looking, and I fill them in with pencil, but I don't want them to look too fake with pencil". I'm a difficult case. At least I tip well.... Let me switch that around: Well at least I tip. Kiddinggggggggggg. I'm good.
Also I've been TANNING myself. Not in the sense that I stick myself in a bed and bake for twenty minutes, as in I put on a tanning mousse to make it LOOK like I baked, but without any chance of unnecessary wrinkles or melanoma. I've been using St Tropez Mousse from Sephora, and I love it. Normally I cannot stand the smell of self tanners, but then again who does. To me, it smells like crackers... like nasty, rotting crackers that you mushed all over your body. But St Tropez does not bother me at all, it still smells (obviously, it's a perfume kind of smell) but I never smell like crackers anymore! I've shared the cracker notion with my friends and they disagree, it doesn't smell like crackers at all to them. It has a distinct smell, yes, but I'm alone on the cracker thought train. However, if you're looking to be tan during these winter months, use this. Order this. Go with it. Run with it. Bathe yourself in it. St Tropez also has lotions, but the mousse is easier to blend into your skin. Also, if you fuck up and come out looking spotty, which you won't, but incase you're inadequate, you can get their tan remover. Easiest thing ever, and it really works.
Now go out there, and doll yourself up artificially! Let's all be Sophia Grace! Screw that, y'all are Rosies. I'm Sophia Grace. One and only.
Monday, January 14, 2013
Where's the hanger
Andddddddd it's gone. The hanger, which was the ever-existing reminder of my failure to create an online fashion plus size blog, has been removed. I took it off. I don't know what will replace it, maybe a cat... maybe a bowl of ice cream... maybe nothing. I just didn't want to have it there since I don't want to subject myself to feeling that I have to write about fashion all the time.
I've also stopped sharing my posts on facebook. It felt so fake to me to put my posts on my wall every time I updated. I know for a fact that people only visited the blog because it was there, not because they were interested. One of my best friends hadn't realized that my blog was still existing merely because I hadn't been posting my shit on facebook. Upon rediscovery of my blog, turns out he/she hadn't read some of the posts that I put up on facebook. No harm, I just don't want to put it out there for people if they don't want to read it.
Yesterday I was throwing up all day and today I'm recuperating. Stomach flu really messes you up, doesn't it? All I want to do when I'm throwing up is scarf down some sweet icey cold ice cap, which I can't do, since milk is bad for you when you're sick. But it's all I could think of. Isn't there always something that you're after that you can't have because it's "bad for you" at that specific time? Oh, it's 9:00am, I shouldn't indulge in a glass of wine. I'm about to work on a client, I shouldn't have a cigarette. I'm throwing my guts up, an ice cap or a bowl of ice cream is out of the question. Next time I'm sick, I'm giving the world my middle finger. And I'm drinking that damn ice cap.
And that's how Sue C's it.
I've also stopped sharing my posts on facebook. It felt so fake to me to put my posts on my wall every time I updated. I know for a fact that people only visited the blog because it was there, not because they were interested. One of my best friends hadn't realized that my blog was still existing merely because I hadn't been posting my shit on facebook. Upon rediscovery of my blog, turns out he/she hadn't read some of the posts that I put up on facebook. No harm, I just don't want to put it out there for people if they don't want to read it.
Yesterday I was throwing up all day and today I'm recuperating. Stomach flu really messes you up, doesn't it? All I want to do when I'm throwing up is scarf down some sweet icey cold ice cap, which I can't do, since milk is bad for you when you're sick. But it's all I could think of. Isn't there always something that you're after that you can't have because it's "bad for you" at that specific time? Oh, it's 9:00am, I shouldn't indulge in a glass of wine. I'm about to work on a client, I shouldn't have a cigarette. I'm throwing my guts up, an ice cap or a bowl of ice cream is out of the question. Next time I'm sick, I'm giving the world my middle finger. And I'm drinking that damn ice cap.
And that's how Sue C's it.
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