This is Monday's outfit. My posts will be a little backed up: I've been
busy with holiday dinners, hanging out with friends, and typing up a
transcript. So Monday, it was a wonderful day. My sister came over
for a little Thanksgiving dinner with Paul and I. Although this holiday
dinner had no turkey. And no gravy. And no cranberry sauce. And no
mashed potatoes or stuffing. I made one mean chicken parmesan though.
And apple crisp for dessert. My lack of ability in the kitchen has got me
thinking it's perhaps time to expand my knowledge. I'm not looking to
be the next Gordon Ramsey, but I'm tired of rotating the same six or
seven recipes. Trying out new recipes can be a tad daunting however.
You not only run the risk of wasting an entire dinner's worth of food,
but you could spend all that time to end up with the same hollow,
empty feeling in your stomach that you started with. Oh, the
dilemmas of a foodie-wannabe.
Monday also happened to be the anniversary of Paul and I (we think).
We're not sure exactly what day it is, we're not ones for keeping track
of those things. I know many would think that's hopelessly unromantic,
but we've been together since we were 17. No, it's not even that. We're
just not those kind of people. We don't celebrate Valentine's Day either.
It's about appreciating your loved one on a daily basis and making sure
your days are whimsical and passionate. I don't want to sound cliche,
and I'm usually not one for sentimental gushy stuff, but this guy happens
to be my best friend. We've known each other since we were in grade one,
although didn't become friends until grade 12. That's not to say we haven't
had our fair share of ups and downs. AND, the odds are so very much
against us! Seriously. But here we are, after all these years, still truckin'.
For about a year or so now, I've racked my brains trying to think of a
way to style this shawl. It's fabric is a light cotton, which makes it lie
strangely when worn the typical scarf ways. The weather has been
mild with just a tinge of crispness, making it about the only time of
year when draping a shawl over your shoulders is sufficient warmth.
But the the one thing that makes this more than just simply throwing a
shawl on? The belt. So simple. How has this not dawned on me before? I
find belts are key when you're petite and curveless. They're essential.
Well, they are if you want to create the illusion of curves to be like me
and lust after something you don't have. I type this as I stuff my face
with food. I like how the print is on display this way as well. Usually
when it's all wrapped around your neck the beautiful, artistic prints are
not able to be observed. How sad. For wasn't it that eye-catching print
that caught your eye in the first place?
My Sister's Necklace