Sunday, January 18, 2009

i'm not gonna lie...

i kind of have a gift. it's the gift of style and shopping and finding the right thing for the right person. i'm pretty chuffed about the fact that i found my best friend her wedding gown. you just kind of know.

we didn't have appointments at any of the places we went to (who knew that people needed appointments?!?) so we walked in and pawed through gowns and took some pictures of some stuff that was kind of sort of what dr. rei had in mind but not really. one store we went to had an off-the-rack offshoot a bit further down that was basically being mobbed by crazy a** b***hes going buck, with about a billion people in each changeroom. there was one thing that was kind of okay so we figured we'd put our names on the list to see if we could try it on (if a 2 second window became available.) we milled around and waited a bit and then i suggested we pull a jack astor's, leave our cell phone numbers, and then get them to call us when/if a room became available.

at that point, we wandered across the street to this store called vogue sposa, which wasn't even initially on our radar. we figured we'd go because it's on the danforth. it looked even MORE intimidating because it's this 2 floor, glass and steel extravaganza. when we first started poking around we were approached by this older lady who asked us if we had an appointment. we said no and she firmly told us that she wouldn't be able to accommodate us because they were booked solid.

as i was leafing through the racks (sidenote: wedding dresses are HEAVY AS F**K) i saw one and i turned to rei, pointed at it, and i said: "i like this one" and she said, "oh, yeah?" and i became firmer, "yeah. i REALLY like this one." and the more we looked at it, the more and more i loved it. it is very unique, unstructured, body skimming, absolutely gorgeous, in her size, and under $600. we pulled it out and i took pictures of it and we kind of milled around and kept staring and talking about the details. i turned to approach another fitting room lady, to ask if we could please please please just nip into a change room and quickly try it on, when she beat me to the punch - she looked at me kindly and said, "if you give me 2 minutes, i'll put you in a change room. i'm not supposed to, but i will." KISMET! so we waited around some more and dr. rei put it on, and i got goosebumps and i started to well up and it was amazing! it fits like a dream and it's so HER. i'm so happy! it seemed like such a fluke that she would find the dress on the first day. plus there was total pressure to buy it outright - before her mum could see it, because it was the last one of its' kind, she had to take it, in case someone came while she waited and snapped it out from under her nose. i was totally confident that she should do it. i had no doubts at all. she was hesitating a bit (in case there were other dresses out there, in case her mom didn't like it) but seriously, if she hadn't have bought it, i think i would have bought it FOR her i was so very sure.

it's like when i walked into cabaret and picked up my performance dress. i wasn't 2 feet in the store before i looked up at the wall, pointed at it, and said, "i like that one." and it fit like a dream! going dress shopping was useful for me too...i guess because i had settled on something unconventional, there was a part of me that wondered if i had made the right decision - that maybe deep down in some vestigial part of me, there was someone who longed to be in a vision in a structured, princess gown in ivory, or a goddess gown, or a shimmering sheath. accompanying dr. rei, i rapidly realized that my dress(es) are so me. and so right for me. i couldn't picture myself in any of the gowns we saw, doing the kind of performance we're having. none of them appealed to me (except dr. rei's...if i had gone the traditional route, i think i would have been swayed by that little beaut.) it was nice to have the confirmation that i had made the right choice.

one day, when i want to give up the bibliotheque biz, maybe i'll become a stylist. or personal shopper. although i don't really have the patience for people who won't submit to my good taste. i get frustrated when people dither about buying something that OBVIOUSLY looks good on them. i'd probably need my clients to sign a waiver saying that they'd be okay with a tongue lashing.

last night was so much fun! we stayed out wicked late. we didn't end up going out dancing. it was the perfect night, really. we ate some yummy italian food and hung out and gabbed and played games and over-shared. i think there has yet to be a night when i've hung with kdubsguelphtdot crew where we haven't talked about 2 girls 1 cup (for the uninitiated: a) what are you doing on the internet? and b) DON'T GOOGLE THAT.) one of the girls in the crew, E, is probably the sweetest, kindest, most generous person i've ever met in my life. i get this and i've seriously only hung out with her like, under 10 times. she's just so KIND. anyway, it came up that one of things J regrets is showing E 2 girls 1 cup. and then S piped in that her new year's resolution is to be half as kind as E. so of course, my initial reaction is to respond, "E is totally the nicest, but i don't think i'd want to be as kind and nice as E, if it meant i shouldn't see 2 girls 1 cup. i'm just putting that out there." which basically solidifies me as the spawn of satan!

it's like the other night, when i was at my boyfriend's house post-game, and we were giving our teammate P the gears about his sister (apparently the running joke is that P's sister is hot and the more you talk about it, the more upset P gets.) which of course, i saw as an opportunity to spit out, "dude, she's probably a hood rat" (i had just learned that expression that very day, while listening closely to one of the tunes on the the rub 93 hip hop mixes) which made P shake his head at me, appalled, and say, "you're worse than any guy i've ever met." lol!!!

this morning for sunday breakkie, i made us yeasted waffles with peameal bacon. tasty tasty. we ate it while listening to "ready to die" by biggie. i'm preparing for the goosetang friday night "notorious" session. i'm pumped! sunday breakfast with biggie is what i would name the sunday editions of my sandwich shop/restaurant/cafe (the name of the restaurant is "hoagie carmichael's") that i'm going to open when i retire from the bibliotheque biz and do my personal styling on the side.

here's my steve gotlib list for today:
- cover letter revisin' (dotytron's)
- snow shovellin'
- dodgeballin'
- shopper's drug martin'
- dinner makin' (butternut squash and mascarpone canneloni with a parmesan bechamel and kale on the side)
- weddin' plannin'/deadline settin'
- tv on computer watchin'
- knittin'
- readin'


does anyone know what this font is? or can anyone find me a free d/l version of something similar? i'm quite smitten with it, even though it's starting to get a lot of play in the design world, and it might be a fad. i like the 70s, valley of the dolls feel to it.

roll call of bunk  (a new blog installment. i figured if i'm giving daps in the roll call of awesome, i should also give the opposite of daps, too):

the helvetica credo pillow. this is profoundly obnoxious and reeks of smug entitlement.


History of the Internet from PICOL on Vimeo i found this boring. i also found the graphics and voice over (and really, the whole thing) impossibly twee. i wanted to give it a kick in the shins.

sleeping on the opportunity to join the writing team at best week ever. even though i have negative photo shopping skills, i totally should have cobbled something together. i'm an IDIOT! bogus.

indie rock. past and present. i was ranting about interpol yesterday, and dr. rei played me a tune of theirs that she liked, and she said, "the reason why i like them is because they remind me of the 90s stuff. did you like any of the more indie 90s stuff?" and i can honestly say: NO. if you're not stone temple pilots, get the hell outta my 90s. seriously, sonic unyon, dinosaur jr. and anything that's washy, indeterminate, fuzzy, monotone rock-pop has like, negative impact on me. the thing is: the GENRE HASN'T CHANGED! i don't think i'm missing out. i seriously can't tell one belle and sebastian tune from another, or distinguish them from interpol, stars, or any of those other bands. me and indie (in the current articulation of the term, like, not INDEPENDENT music as a whole) have never seen eye to eye.

fin.

2 comments:

dr. rei said...

YOU ROCK!!! it's agod-given gift you have, my friend. i heart you.

candace said...

In case you haven't found out yet, the font is called Bodoni Poster Italic i believe. If you go to this website: www.myfonts.com and click on the "What the Font?" tab you can upload images of fonts and it will find the match. I use it at work sometimes. Handy....