One was chicken. (I don’t cook often. This is noteworthy.)
The other was this vest. Out of this pirate-themed t-shirt.
I’ll post the recipe tomorrow. (For the vest. The chicken didn’t turn out very well.)
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The Anthology
One, you never suffer from donor’s remorse. And two, you’re ready to fall in love with a piece all over again. As soon as you see something slightly similar on the runway.
I fell head over heels for Roberto Cavalli’s 2011 resort collection (I think it’s the hippie in me). And one dress in particular, a porcelain blue and white boho number, reminded me of the bohemian maxi dress that’s been mine for a few years now.
Yes, the print, the colour palette and the cut are all different, but the frolic-in-a-field feeling is the same.
I found it in Barcelona when I was travelling with my girlfriends. So to track down something similar, you can head to Spain (and I highly recommend you do) or you can head to Holt Renfrew and grab the Cavalli (also a delightful voyage).
To find a bag like this, though, I’m afraid you’re going to have to go to Thailand. Any excuse to travel, right?
P.S. Shop till you (name) drop. This Saturday, January 29th and Sunday, January 30th, Lola Home and Apparel is offering all you lovely Anthologizers an additional 20% off sale merchandise. Just name-drop The Anthology at checkout and you’re golden.
Like, for example, when your all-time favourite band plays a show with your new favourite band.
Such was the story on Thursday night. When my all-time favourite (baby brother’s) band Wizerdz played with Vancouver-based electro-pop quintet Young Liars.
I only just discovered them. And I love them (perhaps because they sound a little Phoenix-esque).
So much so, I trudged through a quarter inch of snow to see them. Now that’s devotion.
I’m afraid to look at the number of times I’ve played the song Colours — it’s been on repeat ever since I’ve discovered it.
Speaking of colours — that blue/black/purple/coral necklace is from H&M. Something else that’s guaranteed to make you happy.
P.S. Read my guest post on Miss Melissa about health, fitness and hamster wheels.
I’ve been excited for Coachella 2011 since — oh I don’t know — Coachella 2010. And with the unveiling of the lineup yesterday, I’ve reached a whole new level of giddiness.
But it’s not Arcade Fire or Broken Social Scene or the Black Keys who have me jonesing for the desert.
It’s this guy.
Nic Offer, the short-short-clad lead singer of !!! (Chk Chk Chk). He sings, he sweats, he dances like crazy and can rile up a crowd like no one I’ve ever seen.
Have you ever seen !!! live? They are the best. Hands down. Next time they’re in your city, please, for the love of dance parties, go see them.
Or better yet, pack your NKOTB tee and come to Coachella.
[Second photo found here.]
Too few restaurants clear away the tables once you’ve finished eating to open up room for a dance floor. In fact, I can’t think of any in Vancouver that do this. Aside from Calabash.
Went there for a birthday party this weekend (happy 20-something, Ashley!) and ate delicious, delicious Caribbean food while the DJ blasted Sean Paul from a booth set up in front of a 100-year-old now defunct elevator. (All you Europeans, please don’t laugh. That’s about as old as the architecture gets over here in Vancouver.)
The food was amazing (even the salads are something to write home about) but my highlight would have to be the chef’s own hot sauce, which owner Roger Collins says they plan to bottle and sell. Do it soon, Roger, will you? I would put that stuff on everything.
My silver, straight-out-of-the-eighties shirt is from F as in Frank. (I bought it after I shot my segment for The Express.)
My coat? Same story. Just because we’re eating food from the beautiful, sunny Caribbean doesn’t mean we don’t have to bundle up for rainy Vancouver.
[Skylight photo found here.]
All right, my friends, I promised you this video (and you promised you wouldn’t laugh too hard at it). So without further ado, this is the segment I filmed with The Express (thanks again, team!). Can you count the number of times I twirl around? I lose track after 624,482.
Thank you, Graeme, for your technical wizardry! And thanks again Melanie Pineda for a fun shoot!
It’s makeover season, so I’ve been putting on my Tim “the Toolman” Taylor belt quite a bit lately. My latest project? My dining room.
It all started with the chairs.
Because they used to look like this. And the table was the exact same yellowy pine. (Both were hand-me-downs from my in-laws.)
All they needed was a little paint (high gloss spray paint for the chairs and purply grey house paint for the table). They work. In fact, I’d even argue that they’re kind of funky. Almost as funky as that power carpet, which I found at a church thrift sale. (I don’t know where or when it’s from, but I’m obsessed with it.)
With all that painting, my colour palette consisted of a dusty rose carpet, glossy black chairs, royal blue painting, and purply grey table. Would “Milk pail green” walls be too much? I started looking at the palettes that artist-turned-designer Julian Schnabel used at the Gramercy Park Hotel, and those that the glamourous Kelly Wearstler uses in everything she does. Which made me realize even a small space can be big on pattern and colour.
So I pulled out the roller and went for it.
The result? A room that is just shy of every colour in the rainbow. Dinner party, anyone?
While I can’t yet treat you to a digital viewing of my segment on The Express (in which I twirled around approximately 8,000,000 in three minutes), I can treat you to this still frame, where I appear to be making eyes at an invisible man wearing a fur coat. Now that’s good television.
Thank you, Jerome Insorio, for grabbing that shot!
I was dancing my heart out at the Roxy (thank you Jessi Cruickshank for that opportunity). And the time before that? I was on the news — in tears — because Prince William was visiting Vancouver (I was twelve. He waved at me. Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t react the same way.)
Which means you’re in for a real treat. Because today I return to the airwaves.
Set your PVRs, Vancouverites. My interview/vintage shopping adventure airs on The Express on Channel four at 3:00, 6:00 and 10:00. Fret not, far-off friends, it’ll be up on Youtube in due course.
Thanks again, Melanie Pineda, for a really fun shoot. And many thanks, Erin Shaw, for your words of encouragement!
A guest post by my sister Larissa Dundon about love at first sight.
I was wandering 4th avenue on my lunch break, lost in thought about spicy tuna rolls and current interest rates, when my eyes were drawn to the glittery neon lights that read ‘Salvation Army’. On a whim, I went in and perused the dress section. In the back of my mind I was searching for a dress suitable for New Year’s, but I was also aware that if I had any expectations I would be disappointed.
And then it happened…
I pulled this baby off the rack and I just knew. I knew we were meant to be. I crossed my fingers, toes and eyes hoping that this little black number with the outrageously large bow would fit me, yet somehow I knew it would. To my pleasant surprise, it was just a little too big in a way that was going to be very easy to adjust. This dress spoke to me. Sometimes I think I was supposed to be a 20-something in the 80’s (have you seen my curls?).
After a little tailoring I am pleased to report that we are really happy together.
Paired with jewel earrings, a silver cuff and extremely glittery nailpolish (conveniently named Sparkle-icious) by OPI, this dress was both a bargain and a hit. Not to mention I will be pulling this out on future party nights.
Thanks a million, Larissa! Such a heartwarming tale of love and commitment. I cannot wait to beg/borrow/steal that dress from you.