Two weeks ago I had the pleasure of speaking at a panel during Montreal’s Mural Festival. Being the proud owner of some pretty bad social anxiety the notion public speaking is not my fave, so I’m ashamed to say I often turn down these kind of opportunities, but after hearing the topic we would be discussing I knew I needed to push myself to be a part of it. Titled Digital Girl in a Digital World, the panel was going to be all about digital entrepreneurism through the feminist lens. Being that both topics are things I love to discuss, I looked forward to the day where I could share my little story, and hear what others had experienced trying to make it as females on the world wide web.
The panel itself was a breath of fresh empowered air. I was ready to talk numbers, engagement, and brand adjacency and diversification, but was pleasantly surprised when the discussion turned to self introspection/expression, personal experience, and the art behind the madness that is social media. I know I was invited to the panel to share some kind of knowledge or wisdom I’ve learned along the way, but most days I feel like I’m figuring it out all over again myself. That being said, here are some things I know for sure…the Cliffs Notes anyway.
The power of collaboration when using social media’s as a business or branding tool, should serve as number one goal. Competition is omnipresent in every field, but it doesn’t mean that working with others that share similar aspirations is off limits. It should be encouraged, especially as women, who since the beginning of time have been pitted against one another when attempting to reach personal and professional desires. Here’s the secret. Never compare yourself to anyone else, cherish what makes you unique, and different instead. Stay humble and hard working and you’ll never need to step on others to get where you’re tying to go. Most of all keep being kind to one another and supporting each other. Especially for the little ladies that will join us on the internet one day. Let’s change the cycle, so they grow up feeling empowered and encouraged by little ladies everywhere…Pardon my cheese.
Celine sunnies, Gucci matching separates and bag, and Nike Air Force Ones.
We are just beginning to enter the chaos that promises to be our moving week, and all that is currently running through my mind is all the little things I’m probably going to forget to do later. Due to this, I fear this blog post’s literary ambitions may suffer, unless you’d like to hear about how I’m planning on post-it-ing every material object in my house, to indicate where it’s going and facilitate moving day. My OCD game has never been stronger, which should serve as a home team advantage.
Also the phrase “when it rains, it pours” has never ringed truer both literally and figuratively. Work and events seems to be piling up almost as much as the homeless denim living on my closet floor, and a short lived monsoon hit us this morning. So ya…Mother Nature needs to go back on her Summer meds because she’s been feeling a little manic thus far.
All that being said, we cannot wait to move into our new house and make it a home, so all this stressing and preparation feels like a small price to pay. If you haven’t seen it yet make sure to check out our condo tour on the channel, to get a glimpse of the calm before the storm I’ve been eagerly referring to. Can’t wait to share it all with you!…but until then feel free to pray for my mental well being.
Chanel broach and bag, Zara Tee and blazer, Vintage Levis jean, and No. 21 pumps.
Everyone loves a good throwback, but don’t confuse them with the classics. I’m all about revisiting the nostalgia of my childhood in the 90s, and my style is not exception. I kid you not when I say, I had a similar if not identical baseball cap in 1998. It was a cool statement piece then, and it’s an even better one now. From my tone on tone hot pink tank and capri pant ensemble in my 6s and 7s, to SJP in her fedora and pinned fuchsia cardigan dancing to Lenny Kravitz’s “Lady”, GAP has had an influence on how I wear clothes from the get-go. I have distinct memories of both big life events, and little moments wearing the brand, which gives me warm fuzzies everytime I slip into their denim and garments today. It almost feels like I have a personal relationship with the brand in a way I don’t with so many others that I once revered and have since come and gone.
The GAP has been with me since the beginning. The early years, through the tumultuous tween/teenhood, my dip into young adulthood, and is still present with me today. I mean I have family members that skipped some of the more annoying phases, so thats saying a lot. All kidding aside, there are very little, if any other brands that have stuck with me, and not only stayed new and relevant through all the fads and trends, but continued to have that positive connotation and happy feeling attached to their name. GAP, is a constant. I mean, what other brand makes a Canadian tuxedo look just as good in 1994 as it does in 2017….That my friends is why you don’t mess with the classics.
Gap hat, denim jacket, jeans, slip-on sneakers, and Gucci bag.
I’m so full…but like actually. I have been living off a strict diet of sour gummy worms and Old Dutch BBQ chips for the past week or so and I’m starting to feel it. Funnily enough my body seems to have adapted quite nicely, and hasn’t been too cruel when my scale and I get to get together to catch up. I think it’s from the years of training my metabolism I had living off junk food in high school. Seriously though, at the time Twix and Kit Kat bars were a part of a nutritious breakfast. I’m living a sugar renaissance really. I mean health wise I’m sure I’m shaving minutes or hours off my life somehow, but man I’ve been having a great time eating Glosettes in my car, and pairing Doritos as the starch to my protein. I’m starting to wonder…is candy and crap food the secret to happiness?
I feel some type of rebellious, laughing off the potential of a summer body while going through my stash of Cadbury Cream Eggs from Easter, and I’m not going to lie, I feel better than I have in quite some time. As the famous singer songwriter Sheryl Crow once sang…”if it makes you happy it can’t be that ba-a-a-ad”. So I say as long as we haven’t felt the effects of scurvy, and our arteries are still somewhat operational, let’s celebrate the small, simple, and bad things in life that make us happy. Come on girls, let us eat cake!
Vintage bandana, hoop earrings from Claire’s (not even kidding), Fenty X Puma sweatshirt dress, Louis-Vuitton backpack, and Christian Louboutin shoes.
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