sometimes, things just don't translate.

Who's the deviant little child who ripped type off the walls? The original message read "What if humans could live in an environment where nothing was considered waste?" I think what makes this question so enticingly sexy to the passerbyer is that it makes the utopian world seem possible. You'd think to yourself "wow, you mean I can throw away this plastic bag on the ground right now, and a banana tree will grow from it, thus saving whales and ultimately stop global warming?". I was stretching the truth there, but you get what I mean. We keep looking for solutions to sustain our greedy little ways of living, when the problem is not throwing away plastic bags or coffee cups or gas or blah blah blah - it's the very concept of these things that's fucking things up. But alas, we are an audience watching the tragedy of a Shakespearean play crumble right before our eyes. We know what's going to happen in the end. But we sit quietly in our seats, anticipating an ending we already know.



Fitted tees and I don't work. Well it used to - when I was 5 lbs lighter. I had to opt for my favourite short sweater instead. That didn't work either. Go figure!

Sweater, Wilfred. $80(?)



Today, I tried a new combo. Inspiration was totally from the psyche. No joke. Actually, I was running out of dresses to wear, so I found this little gem in my closet. Mashed between the more structured dresses hanging, I yanked it out and tried it on. Thank goodness it still looks good on me. I wore a super slouchy sweater over it with what they call "statement belts". Quite frankly, it makes no statement at all, but I had to get it because it had a good snuggly fit. This combination looked good when I was putting it together at night. Come morning, (well it was still dark in the morning. 8:30 class) I thought it still looked alright on me. So I walked out the door. Not before long, I began feeling like an old lady. I was lugging two bags and was wearing some round-toe flats. If it weren't for my good looks and charm, I'm sure people would've gave up their seats for me on the subway. No, I'm kidding. But really, I didn't feel comfortable in these clothes today.

Sweater, Wilfred. $90(?)
Dress, H&M. $16.90
Belt, Rudsak. $30

Anyways. Thank goodness for thesis' gripping workload, or I would've been shopping for the rest of the week. The weather continues to be kind! But damn it all, nobody has time for that.