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I haven’t forgotten yet!

I know, I know, I’m long overdue to answer the questions you guys asked on my last post. But I shall get to them this weekend, I swear.

I really do have an excuse for the tardiness. Working 12 hour days, plus trying to get caught up with uni work for exams? Not fun. At all.

Hopefully, I’ll be able to sit down for more than five minutes tomorrow. But for now, je suis off to work. Here’s hoping I don’t keel over!

 

 

For the nosy, pervy, and just plain curious.

Or, the one where you guys have the opportunity to ask me whatever you want ¹.

Though it’s been a few months since I’ve returned to blogging, I still feel as if I haven’t really done enough to allow my readers to know about me and who I am, apart from my two or three really personal posts I’ve written. And since, you know, this is kind of a personal blog, it would kind of be a good thing if I got a bit more, uh, personal.

So, in an effort to let you guys get an even deeper glimpse into my awesomepie (:P) personality, I’m opening myself up to your questions.

Whether you want to know what I had for breakfast today ², what I would do to Jensen Ackles if I ever got him alone ³, or something a bit more serious, you are more than welcome to leave a comment and ask them. No question will be considered too crude, too lame, or too nosy, and every question will be answered.

I’ll write up a separate post tomorrow (or the next day, depending on how much I get massacred at work), where I’ll answer all the questions asked.

So, yes. Ask away .

 

 

Confessions of a fashion disaster

All right, so I’m not really that much of a fashion disaster. I think. I mean, I dress exactly like every other university student in Ottawa (I’m a sheep, I know. Bahhh) - skinny jeans, t-shirt, scarf, and Ugg boots, so I can’t be that bad.

Anyway, that was all well and great last year, when I was actually a full-time university student. But now that all of my classes are online, and I work full-time in a corporate setting, my good ol’ jeans and t-shirts aren’t exactly going to work any longer.

So I went to the mall last night in search of “business professional” clothing that I can add to my closet. Now, either I looked completely horrible last night (which is entirely possible, I suppose :P) or I must have had a huge sign on my forehead that said, “HALLLP, I have no clue what I’m doing,” because as soon as I walked into the store, two of the sales associates immediately came to my aid.

“I need some black pants,” I told them, “maybe even a couple of really nice cardigans.”

And thus, my lessons began.

I was suddenly transported into a new world, with a completely different language. Micro-twill, tweed, straight-leg, cuffless, flat-front, cigarette pants, palazzo…

Erm. I just wanted black pants.

The same thing happened when I asked for top and cardigan suggestions. Charmeuse, Georgette, Blouson, Eyelet, Poplin…que? I’m sorry, I didn’t think I needed a dictionary to go clothes shopping.

I honestly reached a point where I just wanted to quit, head to American Eagle, and grab another pair of skinny jeans.

But then a third (three sales associates - three - ajksdfhlsfsdfsdf) sales associate came and handed me these really nice black mico-twill pants. And they fitted perfectly! And they made me look like I actually had an arse (a hard feat to do, let me tell you). Then they gave me this really nice silky purple top to try on. I was a bit apprehensive at first, because Barney has pretty much traumatized me of anything puple, but hey, it worked. I didn’t look like Barney, and look, what do you know - I have boobs.

Ahem. Anyway.

I don’t really remember where I was going with that, but I did end up buying some really cute tops and sweaters and two pairs of the micro-twill pants (because looking like I actually have an arse = WIN).

I bought the purple, non-Barney top, a green (or “peacock” as they like to call it) wool cardigan, a charcoal shrug, and a super cute brown argyle sweater.

Not a bad haul, eh?

It was an educating experience, I can tell you that much. Business professionalism, here I come.

Now, if I can only figure out how to walk in four inch heels without looking like a duck, we may just attain world peace. Or, you know, I’d also settle for not falling flat on my face, and incurring a gigantic bruise on my bum.

(This whole being an adult thing? HUGE, MAJOR FAIL. Except for the money part. I’m totally down with the money part).

Edit: Clearly, I cannot spell. Fasion? Fasion? Akjdslfskhfdsf.

 

 

 

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