I’d take you with me. But alas, I’m heading to the Riviera Maya without you.
The Anthology will still be updated regularly, it’ll just take me a bit longer to respond to your emails (theanthology@live.com) and tweets.
I’ll be sure to send you a postcard.
Image from My Polaroid Blog.
Kelly Green.
So bright, so spring-y, I will never stop loving it.
The leather bracelet? I DIY’d it myself. My jacket? It’s raw silk. Which is, you guessed it, another forever favourite.
So here’s mine: I want to amass a huge art collection. I want a collection so massive I have to keep half of it in storage. I want paintings and photographs and sculptures. Tons of them. Everywhere.
And I’m on my way (just look at my living room wall). But there’s always room for more.
So if I were in Vancouver this weekend I’d be at Hearts for Haiti bidding my, um, heart out on the 50 + pieces up for auction. Because that’s another one of my goals: support charity fundraisers.
Go! This Saturday (March 6th) at Pacific Palisades Hotel, 1277 Robson Street in Vancouver. For tickets and info: HeartsforHaitiVancouver.org.
Mixed medium on canvas by Josy Frias.
After five events (six if you count the Opening Ceremony dress rehearsal), two gold medal winnings, and far too many veggie dogs, my Olympic adventure is over.
My favourite experience of the entire 17 days? It wasn’t watching the torch relay, or playing tourist in the city I grew up in, or admiring the Norwegian curling team’s pants. It was short track speed skating.
Never have I cheered so much or so loud (I lost my voice for the entire weekend).
Because we saw Charles Hamelin win gold in the 500m.
And watched his team win gold in the relay. Can you imagine how that must feel?
Two gold medals (and a bronze) on home turf. That was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
And I need another fix of the Olympics. How am I supposed to cure SOW? London? Sochi?
And I would look suspiciously like everybody’s favourite Olympic mascot…
Quatchi.
My coat is vintage faux fur from the Bohemia Gallery on Main Street in Vancouver. (I found the photo of Quatchi here.)
My lace-up boots? They’re Kenneth Cole. All I need is a red jacket and I would look like everybody’s favourite law enforcement officers… the Mounties.
until I head off to Mexico. And I could not be more excited.
The weather forecast calls for rain but I am a born and bred Vancouverite so I’m not going to let a little sky water stop me.
When I went a few years ago it stormed every afternoon for an hour. But that only added to the beauty of it all.
People pay big money to go storm-watching, don’t they?
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Pun intended (sorry, it’s the worst).
But the skirt? It’s the best. Red leather. From Deluxe Junk in Gastown (Vancouver). And it’s perfect because it’s bright enough to cheer on Team Canada from kilometres away.
Wore it with this faux lambskin vest.
And my open-toed Sam Edelman boots. Because it’s practically spring in Vancouver and because they put a little spring in my step. Zing!
Curling!
How can you not love it? I’ve been to two Olympic hockey games so far and I think the curling fans might just be more fanatical.
Heck, they were cheering and stomping so hard in the stands, I could barely take an in-focus photo.
Plus, you’ve got to respect a sport where the athletes wear duds like these (“Do you think they get new outfits for every show,” asked Canada’s superfan, Sonja.)
Thank you, Olympics, for introducing me to my new favourite spectator sport.
Have you seen curling live? Did you have as much fun as I did?
A guest post by my friend and new Torontonian Julia. (Not to be confused with my other friend and new Torontonian Julia.)
Toronto gets a pretty bad rap from the rest of Canada. A born-and-raised Vancouverite, I am willing to admit that I had all the popular misconceptions of the city: too conservative, too boring and too cold.
Okay so maybe the latter will always be true (at least temperature-wise). But for a city with so much culture, style, and stuff to do, I have been proven sorely wrong on the first two accounts.
You might not have guessed it, but Toronto is also a vintage-lovers paradise. The sheer quantity of shops devoted to affordable vintage clothing, accessories and furniture makes “the big smoke” a prime destination for out-of-city buyers and resellers. Here are some of my favourite budget-friendly spots in the city – places I am always willing to brave the elements for:
Vintage Mix 1 (186 Ossington Avenue)
Ossington Street is one of the most quick-to-gentrify neighbourhoods in the city. Amidst the shiny new bars and restaurants is the unassuming Vintage Mix 1 (for quite a while their sign was just a piece of hand-scrawled construction paper taped to the door). With a rainbow spectrum of pumps and day dresses (if you have a thing for late 70s secretary dresses, this is your place), it also carries a variety of coats, nightgowns (à la Betty Draper), fabulous accessories and sometimes an awesome furnishing find.
Franny’s Vintage (1394 Queen Street West)
This sweet little store in Parkdale has got a refined selection of vintage clothing and some new denim too. Sometimes you can catch the owner playing her banjo when she thinks no one’s looking. Check out her etsy shop here.
Upside Dive (269 Queen Street East)
Run by four siblings, this home décor collection used to be run out of a storage space-turned-showroom buried in residential Riverdale. That’s where I picked up my most prized piece, a restored mid-century walnut coffee table. Now located just east of Downtown on Queen East, they continue to offer a unique selection of furnishings and attire at prices that can’t be beat.
Mod Mini Metallic (834 A College Street)
I can’t take credit for discovering this one – fellow Anthology guest blogger Sabrina is the one who introduced me to this teeny shop on College. If I had a crazy aunt who smoked with a cigarette holder, this is what her closet would look like. I try to stay away from this shop at this time of year because chances are I will come out with some 1950s chiffon number that will crumble under the first snowflake that hits it. But whether you need a party dress or a conversation piece, this place has its unusual pick of frocks.
The Refinery (588 Markham Street)
Cher Thornton has got the racket on vintage in Mirvish Village with her two kitty-corner shops, The Refinery and A Vintage Bride. The Refinery has a fun collection of hats (all of which are too small for my freakishly large head), jewelry and evening wear. If you’re a bride-to-be or just want to play dress-up, the bridal shop next door has more lace, satin and organza than you could shake a stick at.
image from 69vintage.com
69 Vintage (1100 Queen Street West)
Coats and boots and sweaters, oh my! 69 Vintage is always a great source for inspiration. And now owner Kealan Sullivan has expanded her operation to include 69 Collective (at Bloor) which includes a buy-by-the-pound option, a craft market and The Make Den, a sewing studio for those who want to create their own designs.
Thanks to the Anthology for inviting me to do a guest post!
Nonono, thank you Julia for writing one! One day I will visit Toronto (what kind of Canadian am I if I haven’t already been?) and I will have this list in-hand.
Want to know my five favourite vintage shops (four from Vancouver, one from Seattle)? Find them here. Find vintage shopping intimidating? Check out the Anthology’s guide to vintage shopping.
I want them both. Is that too much to ask?
That’s the beauty and the curse of vintage: each piece is one of a kind. Great when it’s yours, sucky when it’s someone else’s.
Image from Facehunter.