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The Floating City

_w7c0439 Venice, Italy

During our time in the city of water, canals and bridges, I had the chance to cross off many items on my bucket list, and even some I never had the kahunas to put on there in the first place. When I first visited Venice as a younger lass, I dreamt of a romantic gondola ride with a cute Ashton Kutcher lookin’ fella’ from the cruise ship we had just disembarked. Instead I got to ride with my father, in the tourist infested canals, while the man rowing us sang romantic hymns probably assuming we were a couple, and I was a child bride. Not what tween dreams are made of. So you can imagine my absolute delight riding this banana boat next to my husband, under the stars, after gondola rush hour, and drinking champagne on our way to dinner at Harry’s Bar. I mean the singing was still somewhat awkward, but like wayyy more warranted. I must have some good karma or something, because that moment was 10 years in the making. Never give up on your dreams kids!

When we arrived at my favourite iconic Italian eatery, none other that Harry Cipriani was sitting next to us, eating with very VERY old friends. He’s like 90, what did I expect, that he’d be hanging out with the cast of Stranger Things or something. Anyway, I tensed up rather quickly, as I really wanted to tell him that by creating the Bellini, he made the the alcoholic I am today, and then another perfect moment occurred, he walked to our table to say hello…and I went full vow of silence. Weird the people you get starstruck by. I should have figured that anyone who provides the yummies in my tummy, would be the ones I admire most. Anyways, Mr. Cipriani, was the loveliest of all gentlemen. Though I didn’t tell him about my affinity for his peach cocktail, I did muster up a few words about his Meringue cake being our absolute favourite and also our wedding cake…and then something wonderful happened. Not only did, Arrigo Cipriani grace us with a photo to remember that moment forever, but he sent over cake. Dead. To quote Lizzie McGuire on her own Italian adventure, “this is what dreams are made of”. Moral of the story is, reach for the stars, go the distance, because dreams are wishes your heart make and therefore you should always Hakuna Matata, and…I can’t kinda muster another Disney song to conclude this sentence but you get the picture.

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Bottega Veneta sunnies, Zara top and pants, vintage Hermes Kelly, and Prada slippers.

That’s Amore

_w7c9692 Rome, Italy

Happy humpday kids! Nothing screams Wednesday quite as much as dressing inappropriately for the weather and riding in a tiny clown car with no AC all over Rome, am I right? So I thought what better time than now, to share our adventures in the eternal city with you today. All jokes, aside this day visiting Rome was the most surreal and wonderful experience I’ve ever had traveling. I felt transported back in time, and Hepburn-esque riding in these adorable death machines. Sidenote, I say Hepburn”esque” because we all know Miss Audrey wasn’t one to show as much cleave’ and navel, but slutty little me is apparently.

From the Coloseum to the the Knights of Malta keyhole, we saw it all, as this was only the beginning of what became the tourist adventure of a lifetime. I can’t spoil all the good stuff from the rest of the trip yet, but let’s just say, you’ll be getting more island vibes from the #OOTD from our next stop. Until then, behold my swassy self, not letting them beads of sweat get me down, and having the time of my life.

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Note to self: STOP telling people how sweaty you always are…it ain’t cute.

Eugenia Kim “Daydreamer” hat, Celine sunnies, Storets top, Topshop “Mom” jeans, vintage Hermes “Kelly” bag, and Prada slippers.

It’s So Fluffy!

2015-02-16 at 16-22-02 Montreal, Canada

It is so cold in our city it hurts to breathe. Seriously, if “Beyond The Wall” and Narnia had a baby it would feel like Montreal right now. Approximately 30 minutes is what it would take me to die of hypothermia, were I to stay outside in anything less then a full arctic proof Canada Goose onesie. Good thing I own one of those I guess…Unfortunately a full snowsuit isn’t as practical as some may think, the whole pants attached to top situation is quite tricky. Thankfully I have this faux polar bear coat to keep me somewhat alive in Elsa’s frozen kingdom these days. This brings me to the reason why this #OOTD, which would usually be shot outside, wasn’t too hot, or too cold, but just right for our condo’s temperature! This Goldie Locks has got to stay cozy you know. I will be eating, sleeping, maybe even showering in this coat to stay warm until spring shows it’s face. That fashionably late season of a bitch better be punctual this year… 2015-02-16 at 16-17-16 2015-02-16 at 16-19-31 2015-02-16 at 16-26-11 2015-02-16 at 16-28-17 2015-02-16 at 16-18-15 2015-02-16 at 16-20-09 2015-02-16 at 16-25-09 2015-02-16 at 16-21-27 2015-02-16 at 16-18-43 2015-02-16 at 16-23-18 2015-02-16 at 16-26-28 Putting them Coca Cola bears to shame

Prada coat, Wildfox sweater (similar), David Yurman, Hermes, and Cartier bracelets and watch, Chanel Boy Bag, Diesel Jogg Jeans (similar), and Christian Louboutin “So Kate” pumps (similar).

Fluffy

_MG_4430 Montreal

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? _MG_4463 _MG_4506 _MG_4481 _MG_4492 _MG_4486 _MG_4532 _MG_4498 _MG_4505 _MG_4501   _MG_4427

Radarte

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