So tomorrow is the big day. I am becoming the Mrs. counterpart to the loveliest man in the world. Thought I would give you one last post before I disappear from the grid for a little love hiatus. Just a couple weeks to get this wife thing down, and spend some sweet moments with my hubby on our honeymoon. Thank you to all who follow this little labour of love and thank you for all the overwhelming kindness. It is making this incredibly joyful moment even more incredibly joyful. One last one for the road… Self portrait shirt
I finally had the occasion to sport one of my favourite looks from Alexander Wang’s Spring collection. I went a little overboard with this particular season from my favourite designer, and now pretty much own every piece I drooled over when presented on the runway last September. Such a fun take on branding, and not being so serious as far as the F word is concerned. F word being Fashion of course. Jeez a bunch of dirty mouths you must all have. Anyways more Wang Parental Advisory and pastels to be worn later on in the summer, but this is a great opening act. Now I’ve got a wedding to prep for, so g2g. Outfit credits are a f***ing b***h to do
Nasty Gal ear cuff and rings, All Saints necklace (similar), Lush jacket, Alexander Wang shirt and skirt, bracelets by Cartier (similar), Hermes, David Yurman (similar), J Crew, Michael Kors (similar) and watch by Chanel, Jacquie Aiche rings, Olympia Le-Tan Gatsby book clutch, and Miu Miu shoes.
As some of you may already know, I am getting married in about a month, and like any typical vain, narcissistic, self-involved, woman of my generation, I wanna look prettay and supa’ skinnay on the most important day of my life. This takes me to the worst week of my entire existence, the day where my nutritionist (yes i have a nutritionist for wedding body prep, bugger off) uttered the words “we are going to start you on a week long cleanse.” You never really realize how limited your social life and hobbies become when you remove food and alcohol from the equation, seriously think about it. Restaurant, that’s obviously out! Drinks with friends, forget about it. Then we move on to the fun 6th grade b-day party activities like mini-putting, mug painting, and laser quest, but really, what 20 something underfed woman is in the fucking mood to paint a goddamn mug. Not me! We went to see 4 movies that week. FOUR FUCKING MOVIES! All this to explain that the reason I look like Chuckie at his most demonic is because, in fact this is me in my deepest darkest “fuck off” phase. Hunger grumps are a serious understatement. Hell Hath No Fury Like a Starving Woman
The weather in Montreal has been…let’s just say less than awesome, so being able to head down to Miami this past weekend to catch some rays was a treat. As soon as we landed on sunny turf we changed into beach gear and headed to Soho Beach House to meet up with some friends and take advantage of the tanning opportunity, as I myself, had become a little translucent over the past weeks in my homeland of Canada. After spending a couple hours enjoying the sand, surf, and coconuts…yes rum filled coconuts, we did a little shopping down in the Wynwood art district at the Del Toro store and I got myself a couple of pairs including one from their Disney collaboration…duh! We ended our first day back in the sunshine state with date night at Nobu followed by watching Chelsea Handler make an ass out of herself at the Filmore Theater. By the end of it we were spent, pooped even you might say. The combination of all of my favourite things from beach to shoe shopping, to sushi to Chelsea was pretty fantastical. Twas a great day, and it all started in my indian potato sack. Summatime is that you?