I got lucky during my latest trip to the thrift store! My family decided to stop by there on Father's Day because, you know, we're just a family of bargain-loving cheapsters. Also, it was my dad who would drag us around with him, kicking and screaming and whining, into those musty thrift stores back in the day. Ironic how these days, it's us who drag him along to go thrifting.

And now on to my purchases:

From left to right: Brown Leather Handbag (free since this wasn't actually purchased during our trip. It's a hand-me-down from my older sister—what are siblings for?), Navy Blazer ($7.99), Cream-colored Pleated Pants ($7.99)

I think this (ABSOLUTELY GOR-GEE-US) blazer was originally from some posh private school. It's brand-less, made here in Canada, and several of the same blazer was scattered around the store in all different sizes. My favorite part is the buttons!!!
Funny how this blazer—which I got from a thrift store. For $7.99.—is much better sewn, much better constructed, and has an overall better fit than the black boyfriend blazer I got from H&M for $40. Yes, fourty-fricken-dollars. And the buttons on them are already falling apart.
I'm starting to lose hope in you, fast fashion!

Now here I am digressing. Whoops! Sorry guys! This was not the direction I wanted this post to go. What I was going to talk about was my ever-growing obsession for the color NAVY! AND RED! AND STRIPES! AND ANYTHING NAUTICAL! Even an art teacher at my school has noticed my fascination for them. The other day (one of the rare days I did not wear any navy or red or stripes) he asked me: "Not wearing your sailor suit today?"

You can imagine how giddy I got when I spotted all the sailors at the Spring 2011 menswear shows. There were a number of designers who threw in some dashing, seafaring young lads here and there. But to cut this post short, I'll just cover those that stretched this theme throughout their whole collection. Namely, Junya Watanabe and Salvatore Ferragamo.

Junya Watanabe

I haven't seen Mr.Watanabe's past collections, so I can't comment (or complain) on what was lacking in this one. All I know is that I really love this set. It's youthful and fun and preppy (I like preppy, thank you very much). The models wore some cute caps and some even had facial hair Everything in this collection just looks so damn comfortable. If I was a dude, I'd gladly lounge around in these clothes for days on end.
I was hoping to fit all the photos from the whole collection into this one post because I'm not doing it any justice AT ALL. I implore you to go and look for yourself.

Damn, these Japanese are goooodddddd!

Salvatore Ferragamo

To me, this collection seemed to target a more older demographic. More for the rich, aristocratic, i-have-a-yacht types than for the cutie down by the docks. The runway consisted of a variety of billowy silks, double-breasted blazers, netting, long trench coats, sandals, neutrals and let's not forget—murses! I really liked the little pops of yellow and blue thrown in. The whole collection had an overall relaxed, summery feel which I think is part of the reason why I'm so partial to this theme.

My sister and I went to a hair salon yesterday for a much-needed cut. While my sister asked for a ravenskar-style ‘do, I asked for…a pixie cut. This was a purely impulsive decision, I assure you. I never would have guessed that I’d leave that salon looking very much like my older brother. But hey! It was a hot day, there are an endless number of hot days to come, and having one’s hair touching the back of one’s SWEATY NECK is really rather uncomfortable.

Now when I told my sweet Chinese lady hairdresser what I wanted, she didn’t know what I meant by “pixie cut”. This is the part when I FREAKED inside my head: OH SHIT. WHAT DID I GET MYSELF INTO? THIS IS WHAT I GET FOR GOING TO A CHEAP CHINESE HAIR SALON. SHOULD I ASK FOR MY REGULAR? JUST A TRIM? YADA YADA YADA…

But then! She pulled out a book filled with all kinds of hair styles and I pointed to the one I wanted and all was well again. SHEESH. Now that I look back on it, why didn’t I just ask, “oh nice, sweet lady, would you be so kind as to TRANSFORM ME INTO A MAN?” That would have shortened the process a whole lot, methinks. And it would have shortened this post too. But oh well.

So now: I look like a man. Don’t get me wrong—I really like my new ‘do! (I don’t have to wear those awful hair-ties again! WOOOO!) And my family seems to like it too. Karla mentioned that having a pixie cut made her “feel way more feminine”. It seems counterintuitive, but I couldn’t agree more!

I guess now I’m just feeling anxious/self-conscious about what my friends will think…?

But anyway, below I present to you a collage of pretty ladies with pixie or otherwise boyish cuts. They help reassure me that I can have a short ‘do without looking…erm…butch-y?

Twiggy Lawson, Agyness Deyn, Carey Mulligan, Karla Deras, Martina Sobara, & Natalie Portman.

This has been on my mind for many months now and I believe it’s time to act on it. By “it” I mean my desire to disable comments on my blog posts. What brought this whole thing up in the first place was Jane Aldridge‘s post back in November when she disabled comments on her own blog. Here’s an excerpt:

“Comments aren’t necessary. The only reason I started this blog was to share my passion for clothing, and I’d like to keep doing that for a very long time..and I can do it just fine without any comments…maybe I’ll turn them on later, maybe not. It makes no difference to me.”

My reason to start this blog is different from Jane’s. My reason: Because I was never good at writing in a diary or journal.

It’s true. I don’t know what it was about them, but I could never commit myself to write inside a diary, even when I was little. So since those never worked out for me and seeing as I felt this great need, this urge to document my “journey through life” in some form or another, I resorted to blogging instead. Considering the amount of hours I spent online back when I was 14 or 15 (the age I first started blogging), it was really a no-brainer.

Now that that history lesson’s over, on to why I’ve decided to disable comments!

I don’t know about you, but I blog for me, not to get comments. I do it so that in the future, I can look back at my old posts and laugh at my silly 16-year-old self. So that I can remember the things that’s happened to me. So that I can unload some of the pictures rotting inside my hard drive.
I don’t want people to comment on my posts just so I can go visit their site and comment on theirs. I comment on other people’s blogs because I find their post interesting, not simply because they commented on mine. I hope people feel that way about my blog too; that they visit because they find it interesting, and not because they can gain more hits for their site.

I think the whole blogging community shouldn’t work this way. I commented on your blog, so now go visit mine and comment! It just makes for those short, quick, I-wasted-a-second-of-my-life-reading-this comments like, “Thanks for visiting my blog! Glad you had a great time at the park!” As I said before, this blog is my own little online journal. Journals don’t have a commenting page do they? So why should mine have one? And if anyone needed to contact me, they can just e-mail me anyway, so what’s the point?

Having said that, I will allow comments on future posts that require a stranger’s input, like if I were wondering where the best place was to get a falafel here in Toronto…or something.
One last thing—for those blogs I adore and often comment on, thank me for I have saved you from having to return yet another comment! Hooray!