We spent this past weekend at my country house, and let’s just say Narnia has got nothing on the Laurentians, let me tell you. The entire property was surrounded by snow banks so huge they could have sank the titanic…well if they were ice and not snow, but you get the picture. Being an extremist I kinda adore a completely polar setting over being in the slightly warmer city . It’s all or nothing, arctic or beach, that’s how I like it. Another great thing about being at our country residence is all the treasures that can be found when rummaging through my parents closets. I mean, I don’t know when in the 80s my father wore this Mickey Mouse bomber but it’s making me wish I was born back when he was badass…and wore fucking Mickey Mouse bombers. One World One Mickey…I mean come one, that shit was meant for me. Oh, and I haven’t even gotten to the good part, are you ready….it’s reversible. Your mind has now been blown. After we came back from buying a PS4 in town we took a little stroll around the property and I couldn’t help but putting it on. My father is not a slim jim but let me tell ya’, it fits like a glove…kinda makes me rethink my body confidence…
Some Risky Business Posing
Tom Ford Campbell sunglasses, Vintage Mickey Mouse bomber, BCBG necklace, Equipment shirt, Helmut Lang sweater (similar), Elizabeth and James tuxedo pyjama pants (similar), Gucci Canada bag, and Ugg boots (similar).
Since we have returned from our many travels life has slowly turned from magical everyday adventures to routine cold adventures. Because let’s face it everything is polar vortex as far as i’m concerned lately. Don’t get me wrong I love spending time at home with my love more than anything, but sometimes being in Montreal just feels like killing time until we depart on our next journey. I think it’s mostly the cold that has led to my demise as I’m kinda feeling like a mermaid drowning on fucking shore lately, but once I feel the ocean breeze and my toes start to tingle as the waves finally reach them, all should be well again. Good thing our trip to Turks is right around the corner, thank the lord. Mama needs a tan! Anyways enough about the fucking weather, it doesn’t deserve this much god damn attention. A few nights ago my love and I headed down to Montreal’s old port to eat at our absolutely favourite spot and took a couple shots of what I was wearing on the way in. I call it Polar Bear Chic…you like?
Prada faux fur coat, J Crew Necklace (similar), Rodarte crew sweatshirt, Nasty Gal skirt, Cartier, Hermes and David Yurman Bracelets, BCBG cocktail ring (similar), and Chanel watch, purse, tights and oxfords
My apologies for my absence since our return to the great north. As you can imagine going from Florida to Canada, I am experiencing a bit of PTSD after my first day back out in Montreal. Let’s just say there’s a bit of a climate difference…50 degrees or so to be exact. I hibernated this past week due to weather conditions and took time to nurse a bit of a…*cough cough* I’ve got the black lung. So naturally on this first day back outside in my homeland crop top seemed like a natural choice. I used to live life without regret, well here is my first. IT IS SO FUCKING COLD! I literally chilled my buns off in my mom jeans and safe to say I will not be making this mistake again..no sir! Get ready for #POTD AKA: parka of the day everyone, because I can no longer do this shit anymore, and need some warmer attire. Thankfully i’ve got a couple good coats in my closet. None the less it is great to be back home and I hope you truly enjoy this post as it caused me a great deal of pain.
The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway
Silver Spoon Attire mesh bow beanie, Tom Ford long cashmere jacket, T by Alexander Wang long sleeve cropped sweater (similar), Chanel watch and brooch (similar), Hermes Collier de Chien belt and bracelets, rose gold Nike fuel band (similar), Cartier, and David Yurman complete the arm party, Low Luv cocktail ring (similar), Vintage Levis mom jeans (similar), Christian Louboutin So Kate pumps (similar), and Celine Phantom tote
Walt Disney World
How funny is it that my happy place also happens to be the world’s happiest place as well…I mean what are the odds! Jeez. After we rang in the new year, a few questionable choices were made, and some not so great news was received, which led to my fiancé and I both having a bad case of the blues. Thankfully Miami happens to be only a few hours from the cheering up meca, which ensures “no worries for the rest of your days”…DISNEY WORLD. I have been unequivocally obsessed with everything created by my buddy Walt for as long as I can remember, and though some may assume the madness would dim as my childhood set sails, this was not the case, actually quite the opposite occurred. Since I have entered adulthood…sorry…I just puked in my mouth a little, I have taken advantage of the independence it supposedly instills to make my own choices on how I decide to spend my time. Funnily enough the place I want to be always happens to be DISNEY WORLD, so here I am again! I’m unsure if it has been diagnosed on anyone else, but I am certain the endorphin levels produced when visiting the Magic Kingdom generate a high, which creates very elevated levels of dependance in some especially spirited individuals, like myself. Seriously Disney withdrawal is one hell of a down…
Struttin’ it, down Mainstreet U.S.A
Disney Minnie Mouse ears and Mickey Mouse watch, J Crew Necklace, Wildfox Tee, Hermes bangle, Jacquie Aiche Fuck and You rings, David Yurman Heart ring, Vinatge Levis Shorts, Jeremy Scott for Lonchamp pliage bag, and Givenchy Birkenstocks
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