The Deep Fried Food Challenge

I decided to come home to Toronto for the weekend on a whim. What could I do, I wondered? Something that's fun, unique to Toronto and doesn't cost *too* much. The Ex! Simple as that. Indeed, that is what I've decided. To go to The Ex. With my ex, of course (and we're awesome friends now, so it all works out). But I wanted to step it up a bit, you know? Add a little spice. 

This is where I conjured up the idea of having a Deep Fried Food Challenge. 

After hearing about all of these great deep fried items from deep fried butter and Oreo's to a Krispy Kreme doughnut cheese burger, it just seemed like something that needed to be done. 

So, I messaged my ex and asked if he was up for a challenge...

Tomorrow is the day. I'm going to stay in, get a good nights rest and mentally prepare myself. This is going to be fun at first, but I foresee it getting painful very, very fast (not to mention expensive). Anyways, all of that doesn't matter. It's all about the experience.

Well, I don't know what else to say, other than: bonne chance à moi !

Les Friday Faux Pas - Legs Gone WILD

Well, well, well, look at what we have here. Seems to be a theme this week! I don't know what it was. But, I just happened to come across several people who had no clue about the lower region crimes they were committing. Our first example: The pedal pushers with Air Jordans. Ack. 

Need I say more?

This photo was gracefully provided by a friend. She spotted this wild animal on the way back from the cottage up north. There is not much to say about this one. Not much at all. 

Sometimes I prefer when a photo speaks for itself.

Now this particular example just had a negative effect on me. I know her crime isn't as apparent as others. But it was off. When I first saw her my eyes travelled towards her translucent, mid-calf length panty hose and then down to her chunky heeled Mary Jane's. Something wasn't working. Although she's wearing black, this outfit makes her legs appear larger. Plus, the choice of shoes and hose didn't quite jive with this ensemble. 

I would have opted for a full leg hose, myself.

Ohhhh là là là là là là ! Could it be? Do my eyes deceive me? It can't be. No. And wait a sec, is that a platform I see? Noooooooooo! Not crocs in the city. Crocs with a wedge at that. This is not acceptable. I don't care how comfortable they are. Those giant pink, fluffy marshmallows are far from being a fashion statement. Ever. They shouldn't be in your possession in the first place, but please, if you must, you MUST, then just don't leave the property with them on.

Gawd.

How nice is it to finish off with a favourite childhood movie memory: The Wicked Witch. Ding Dong! The Witch is dead. Which old Witch? The Wicked Witch! Ding Dong! The Wicked Witch is dead. I do believe I once owned a pair of these tights back in Grade 8. That was a time I was wearing Nirvana T-shirts and had an undercut with mahogany hair. Those were the days...Anyways. Some trends are just wrong. There are no excuses. And this is a perfect example of one of them.

Master of my Domain

I finally bit the bullet and bought a domain. Now, it wasn't my desired domain (www.fashionflea.ca) - but it will have to do for now. www.fashionflea.com wasn't available. Some gal from California has had it for a number of years. But, she's not doing anything with it *le sigh* Anyways, her domain expires in a year. So, in the meantime, I will hang out with my .ca and wait patiently (ok, maybe not patiently, but still...I will wait, as I have no choice).

Anyways, here's to starting something new *raises coffee cup*

Friday Fashion Faux Pas

It's amazing how many faux pas I can see in a day sometimes. On my way home to the Old Port from work, I encountered these two very lovely, yet horribly dressed young ladies. I'm not sure where they were going or why they were wearing what appears to be Alice in Wonderland costumes, but needless to say, I felt they were worthy of capturing. Although they are committing serious fashion crimes, at least they do it in a fun-loving kind of way.

When I first spotted these two, I almost laughed out loud. Mainly at Safari Sam wearing what's known as the Pith Helmet. This atrocious bean cover shouldn't be worn in the city, country, or anywhere in the world that doesn't have a jungle. But, our friend Sam here seems to think it's fashionable, and has chosen to be the laughing stock of every passerby. Thanks Sam! Special mention goes to his partner in crime for wearing just a plain old ugly hat. 

Finally, after taking a stroll through Marché Bonsecours, I encountered one of the worst mannequins I've ever seen. What would drive someone to wear this giant white sheet decorated with sequins is beyond me. I cannot think of any place where one would want to wear such a disaster. There is nothing aesthetically pleasing about it. Major fashion FAIL.

Les Fashion Faux Pas

This summer has definitely been eventful in the fashion faux pas department. Trouble is, I haven't been able to document everything that I have seen. I'm especially kicking myself for not taking the opportunity to take ANY photos at Osheaga. Oh well. No use in crying over spilt milk, right? Onwards and upwards, as they say (and who exactly are they, anyway?).

Earlier this summer I spotted a trend. Halter tops that hung so low that they revealed the back of your bra strap. Now, I'm all for halters in the summer, but you need to be strategic about it. The way they support your girls, length, etc. And I think the trouble most women have with this is with the front. But the back? Come on. It's just common fashion knowledge.

Take a look at these two perfect examples:

Exhibit A

Exhibit B

Moving along...

I found this specimen in the old port. I was walking around, exploring my new stomping grounds, and I came across this very confusing sight. It was about 30+ degrees outside, and this woman had on a summer dress with a black turtle neck underneath? There is just no logical explanation for this. Then I thought, well, she could be trying to protect her skin? But come on, people with those kinds of challenges would be more, um, tactful? I don't know. 

I have to say, when I talk to people about what I do, they either laugh and think it's funny, get self-conscious, or say that it's mean. I think it's a little bit of everything. Regardless, I might be changing my angle. You see, recently I've been introduced to a new project: Dress for Success, "a not-for-profit company that promotes the economic independence of disadvantaged women by providing professional attire, a network of support and the career development tools to help women thrive in work and in life." It's a mouthful, I know. And the project itself is a beast. 

Now it's time to put together a business plan *scratches head*. I have until the end of October to present the plan, schedule and budget to the international committee. Okaaaay. So here we go then. Wish me luck?

Project Eyelash Extension: Fab-ulous Falsies

I first heard about eyelash extensions a few years ago from a friend's beauty store and couldn't quite get the concept around my head. How could it be possible to manually apply, lash by lash, extensions that stay put for not only days, but weeks? Well, since then eye lash extensions have grown in popularity. Packed with a hefty price tag, I never felt the need for them. On average it costs $250 per set. You also have to ensure the person doing it is using the right equipment: best lashes, glue and stickers to protect your eyes from getting said glue in them. Thankfully, I found this all at Rouge Nail Bar.

When I arrived at the location on Crescent Street, a very lovely Marie-France greeted and asked me what length of lash I'd prefer; extra long to make a bold statement or something more au natural. I chose somewhere in the middle. She had me lie down and explained everything. She would be putting stickers just under my bottom lids so that I wouldn't get glue in my eyes. When she first applied the stickers I wasn't so sure. But, she was extremely gentle, so I quickly relaxed.

The hour and fifteen minutes it took to apply my new falsie's felt more like 30 min. And during that time Marie-France and I chatted about everything under the sun, err, lamp I should say. She told me that the equipment is really expensive, hence why they're so costly. But most of all, it was the special glue. This special glue that's approved by health regulators and is hypoallergenic, costs a whopping $200 per bottle. Add a box of lashes for $60 and you can turn 40 clients into the next Kim Kardashian. Though, this is definitely not something I'd recommend doing at home. Marie-France took a three-day course on how to apply them and it shows!

As Marie-France removed the stickers, she told me to be patient (this was a little hard), while she dries the glue. Then, she asked me to open my eyes. One of them got stuck together, but she assured me that it's normal and gently pulled the lashes apart. She then reached for the mirror and showed me my fabulous new falsies.

 I couldn't believe my eyes. They looked so beautiful! It immediately instilled a quiet confidence in me. I couldn't recommend this experience anymore. The only slightly inconvenient step is to make sure not to get water on your lashes for 24 hours. And to solve that I wore giant aviators in the shower. It worked just fine. Whether you're going on vacation, getting hitched or looking for a pick-me-up, this is totally something to try. I have to say I'm completely in lust with my luscious new lashes!

                                                    
                           

Faux Pas de la Semaine

Wow, it's been awhile. And I feel really bad (not). I just moved. Moving takes a lot of freaking energy. But, I'm all settled and in a new space. And I just got the internet in the mail. Sweet.

Let's just cut to the chase and have a little taste of some of the latest faux pas:

I couldn't help but wonder where this woman was coming from? I do believe the gym was involved. Or at least I think so. Anyways, there's just a whole lot of wrong going on here.

This picture is not doing justice for the toxic bomb that exploded on this woman's head. This is a great example of a home dye job gone wrong. Live and learn ladies, live and learn.

The classic under-cut. Oh how this hair cut brings back memories of Slayer and Metallica. 

And this is exactly why this isn't working in this man's favour. 

No shirts, no shoes, no service. This man is in violation of at least one of these. And it's enough to be for the both of them. Wrong wrong, allllllll wrong.

This one made me have a good chuckle. Wearing your helmet in the bank. How can anyone take you seriously when you have a huge bucket on your head? This is why she's awesome.

Oh the grande finale. This guy was an easy target. Where do you begin? There's no need to! This faux pas just speaks for itself.