The Heart of The Big Bad Wolf

Little Red Riding Hood, the hapless and helpless damsel in distress.  
Innocent in demeanor and guileless in intention. 

She was chased and hunted by the big bad wolf.  

She barely escaped with her life. 

The wolf fared worse.

What if she wasn’t so innocent?
   
What if she lured and baited.   

Desiring the heart of her enemy.
Dress c/o eShakti  / Ruche earrings & necklace / Clarks heels / Smart Set infinity scarf

Starbuck and Jadzia Dax

Jacob jacket // ModCloth dress // F21 socks // Threadsence boots

I have always avoided the bump ponytail.   I feel like I’m Lt. Jadzia Dax.  And if you know who I’m talking about, I love you!  If you don’t, well then…I’m a nerd and I’m talking about Star Trek: Deep Space Nine.

I know it looks nothing like it, but that’s all I could think about every time I caught a glimpse of my face.  It was driving me a little crazy.  That’s why about two hours later, my hair was in a side french braid.  I just can’t do justice to the Dax!

These are the problems you face as a die-hard sci-fi fan.  Sometimes in your head it looks like you’re trying to be one of the characters.

Like when I wear a racerback tank I always feel like Starbuck.  But in those circumstances I don’t take it off.  Instead I say, “Frak yeah!  Let’s go toaster shopping!”

Quote of Today:
“I’ve seen all the Ronald D. Moore podcast commentaries….twice.”

Southern Belle and All

 Threadsence Hi-Lo top // Gap tank & jeans // Lustre, Montreal zebra necklace // F21 sunnies // Payless shoes

How y’all doin’ today?  Me, I’m speaking and thinking in a southern accent. And I can’t shake it for the life of me.  So that’s how you should read today’s post – with a southern accent.   This always happens when I watch too many episodes or films about the southern United States.  I suddenly start speaking like Lemon from Hart of Dixie.  Like some southern belle, or actually more like one of them cowboys.
I was always more inclined that way, never really wishing to be a southern belle.  Nope – broken in jeans, a plaid flannel shirt with a some open buttons, cowboy boots, and a great ol’ big cowboy hat is always how I imagined myself if I was from the south.  Yeah, I think that would be just fine.
Too bad I’m not though.  Can-eh-jun through and through, from Torrono  *for those of you not familiar it’s “Canadian” and “Toronto” – sorry a bit of an injoke for us Canucks*

True Story:
Baby was at the pond and as every duck flew in to land on the pond – and there were a lot of them – she said to each one of them, “Good Moning Ducks!” 
Now doesn’t that just break your heart?

Random Sundays: The Best Part…

…of being freelance is that these are our weekdays.

Top – gift

The Mad Hatter’s Table

Top – Joe Fresh
Dress – Soprano, originally from Ruche
Belt – F21
Shoes – Payless
I wish I was one of those women who was truly upbeat and always saw the silver lining, but I’m not.  Yes, cognitive behavior therapy and such might change my spirits.  But let’s be honest.  I’ve always been a “half empty” or at least “it’s at half” kind of girl. 
Maybe it’s a bit of the tortured artist syndrome.  Maybe I think that in order to be a truly inspired person I need to have some melancholy or madness in my being.  Hey, Van Gogh didn’t chop his ear off because he was happy, right? 
I feel a bit like that Greek myth where the man is punished to pushing a boulder up the mountain only to have it tumble back down just as he nears the top.  Thus, ensuring that he’s pushing that boulder up a mountain for eternity.  I’m hopeful that one day that boulder will stick.

Isn’t that the mark of madness though?  Doing the same action while expecting a different result?  Sometimes I wonder if I’m not completely insane for being an actor.  Scratch that, I know I’m completely insane. I’ve got a standing invitation at the Mad Hatter’s table.

Best advice to someone considering acting:  if there is anything else you can be happy doing, do that.  This is for those painfully stricken with the disease of needing to act. 

True Story:
After Baby Girl’s nap we read every single book in her room.  Every.Single. Book.
Then she twirled and twirled until she crashed into her crib.
And two hours spent in water play with bowls and a sandbox.
A good afternoon. 

No Shame

Vest – H&M
Hi-Lo Top & Shoes – Threadsence
Tank & Jeans – Gap
Belt – F21
Bag – Matt by Matt&Nat
Earrings – bought in Santorini

Yes, that’s right I have no shame.  Some would *and have* call me ‘brave’ for taking outfit photos in the busiest square in Toronto.  I beg to differ.  It’s not so much brave as a totally and complete lack of shame.  I just don’t just a *insert descriptive and unique expletive here* about what some stranger thinks of me taking pictures there.  That’s true for a lot of things.  Need proof?  Watch my CoffeeTalk vids.  
I’ll volunteer to do whatever, and only afterwards when I notice people giving me weird looks realize that, oh, this is something I should be embarrassed doing. Usually I notice because Andrew gets embarrassed for me.  Oh well.  Never did win any popularity contests…*anyone with a Pickering High School yearbook from OAC hush!*

Prepubescent and Awkward

Shirt – hand me down
Deanerys Stormborn Necklace – Etsy
Shoes – ModCloth
Dress – in Coral at Dress911, in Burgundy at ModCloth.

There are days and times I don’t know what to say.  Other moments, the quick wit and smart remarks just seem to fall off the tip of my tongue with no effort.  There are days I feel I can conquer the world, and other days where I suddenly feel prepubescent and awkward. 
I had that recently at an audition.  I came in with my same quirky, smart mouthed self and sat next to this Greek goddess with boobs out to here and flowing black hair down to there.  Suddenly, I was that awkward geeky prepubescent girl and it felt like the first day of high school.  
What is it about our own personal insecurities that can cripple us at a moments notice?  Do we ever outgrow them?  I’d like to think so, but moments like these teach me that I still have a lot of growing to do.
True Story:
Baby Girl comes into the kitchen and says something.
I don’t understand it so I guess and say it back.
She says, “Nooooooooo!” and repeats the original phrase. 
It takes me a while but I finally figure out what she’s saying,” Oh, you farted?”
She nods and proceeds to fall apart in a fit of giggles. 
Apparently, farts are hilarious. 

Groomed and Composed, Always

Tank – F21
Hoodie – George from Walmart
Jeans – Gap
Shoes – ModCloth
If you’re trying to be a fashion blogger, one thing to consider is photos.  Good fashion photos showcasing your best side, you in your most elegant poses, and with properly placed limbs in order to best bring out the clothing is a necessity.  
Fashion blogging is all about creating a believable portrayal of the images you see in Vogue magazine:  elegant, chic and graceful.  It’s about creating a dreamlike atmosphere.  A fantasy we all want to attain. That is why I endeavor to, at all times, present myself in the most groomed and composed manner possible. 
*In case you haven’t had a coffee yet, let me note that today’s post is brought to you by “A healthy dose of sarcasm.”*

Doctor Who and Other Things That Scare Me

Dress – UO
Sandals – Ruche
Necklace – bought in Montreal
Ring – Lulus

If you’ve been around for a while you may know that I’m a total scardy-cat.  Honestly, I jump at everything and have a total suspension of disbelief so that I believe everything I see.  If Andrew is going away on a business trip I have to stop watching certain shows a week in advance so that the fear won’t be fresh in my mind.  And I’m not talking about The Walking Dead, I’m talking about Doctor Who.  Yup, the new campy, and sometimes scary Doctor Who.  
Yes, I go to bed afraid that giant farting monsters disguised as people might get me in my sleep.  
But on my behalf, “Blink“, with the weeping Angels, was terrifying!  I screamed a few times during that episode. 
I also screamed while watching the clip I linked to here. 
Told you.
Quote of Today:
“Don’t mind the little girl yelps. That’s just me.”

Rainy Days…

…are best spent bumming around on the couch and wearing mamas shoes. 
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