tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40327772711505258572024-02-21T09:41:40.812-05:00Prose and Polka DotsProse and Polka dots belongs to me: Meg. I like crafty messes, grilled cheese sandwiches, Jane Austen, and dresses with pockets.
Prose and Polka Dots is all about being yourself. Wear clothes that make you feel good. Read books that make you think. Love who you are, and never be afraid to express yourself.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-31431133158135550962015-07-28T14:17:00.001-04:002015-07-28T14:17:31.383-04:00The Girl on the Train<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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As you know, audio-books need to keep me on the edge of my (driver's) seat, in order to hold my attention and keep me awake. This book kept me guessing until the very end. There was suspense, intrigue, violence, drunkenness, deception, and some resolution. <br />
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The "girl on the train" is a woman named Rachel who looks out of her commuter train window everyday, and catches a glimpse at a couple's house and life. She creates a world for these people - Jess and Jason, as she calls them - in her own head. Drinking from her paper bag on the morning train, she is able to escape what is left of her life, and find solace in creating one for these strangers.<br />
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One day, Rachel sees something out of the ordinary out of the train window. Or does she? She can't be sure, since she is blind drunk and generally unreliable. When "Jess" goes missing, Rachel becomes heavily involved in the real story of Jess and Jason's lives, telling lie after lie to get closer to the truth. <br />
Rachel is just one of the narrators in this story; other women involved get a chance to tell their sides of the story as well. As a reader, I was often frustrated with Rachel. She can't remember bits and pieces of events that could help her find the missing woman, or help her seem more trustworthy to the police. She would sober up long enough to figure out something, to clear her head, but then she would head to the off-licence and lose those fragments again. I found myself yelling at the audio-book "Don't do it Rach. <strike>Jess</strike> Megan needs your help." Then, Rachel's ex-husband's new wife and Megan, the missing woman, get a chance at narrator. Their perspectives on events leading up to and surrounding Megan's disappearance aren't that reliable either.<br />
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This book was named "<u>Gone Girl</u> ...on a Train" by many critics who drew parallels between the two stories. I think that the unreliable narrator and the missing woman are comparable in the two novels, along with the nature of the theme. Which missing woman/ suspense/ whodunnit/ psychological thriller did you like best? Are readers being over-saturated with these sort of books like teen girls were with vampire books a few years back?<br />
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♥ Meg xoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-4548650579587230992015-07-03T10:28:00.000-04:002015-07-03T10:28:38.534-04:00Red bricks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Sometimes on my way home from work, I see a wall and I want it. This red brick wall called out to me and I had to pull over :) </div>
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This outfit made me feel so happy and summery when I wore it. Those pockets fill me with so much of that special joy that can only be brought upon by pockets in dresses. And lets not forget about the shoes. These neon jelly sandals jumped out at me from a storefront on Ste Catherine Street, as if they had started to jump in the the 1990s, and landed right in front of me in 2014. It was love at first sight. </div>
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I hope your summer is starting to fill up with neons and flowers and beautiful brick walls. </div>
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<u>Not That Kind of Girl: A Young Woman Tells You What She's Learned</u>, by Lena Dunham </div>
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Okay - I read this book because everyone was talking about it. Sometimes the "buzzed-about" books are awesome and sometimes they're just okay. So, I liked some of Dunham's ideas and stories. But this book was just that to me - not fully finished ideas and stories. Sometimes, I liked her honesty and her feminist notions. Other times, I felt that she was over-sharing her life and her experiences for all the wrong reasons. That being said, if you like her t.v. show, <i>Girls</i>, you'll probably be a fan of this book. </div>
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<u>The Husband's Secret</u> by Liane Moriarty</div>
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I listened to this story as an audio book in my car and I really liked it. For me to commit to listening to an audio book it has to be a gripping story, with suspense and intrigue and maybe even murder. Oh, and the reader has to be awesome. This book met all of my criteria, and then some. I liked the separate stories of the different husbands and their secrets enough, but what I really loved was when the characters eventually met up with each other. One woman finds a letter addressed to her in the case of her husband's death. Only catch - he's still alive. Her decision whether or not to open the letter and its repercussions will change the lives of many in this captivating story. </div>
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<u>The Collected Poems</u> by Sylvia Path</div>
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M was reading <u>The Bell Jar</u> when I rediscovered my interest in Plath. Her words are so carefully chosen; each one seems to weigh more than usual in a line of her poetry. This collection of her more than 800 poems is arranged more or less in chronological order. It should be noted that much of her poetry is melancholy in theme and tone. If you aren't usually a reader of poetry, I might not recommend diving in here. Plath might be a little to dense and discouraging for new readers. </div>
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I like to think that this skirt looks like someone painted it with water colour paints. Also, that they used my pro technique of adding too much water until everything blurs together. </div>
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I had been wearing heels during the day, which I discarded on the drive home. When I arrived at the beach, I swapped them for my well loved booties. Bare legs and these boots take me back to summer festivals - the heat and the music and the flower crowns all swirling around me in one glorious memory. </div>
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I got this necklace from a student a few years back. In my mind, it matches this skirt perfectly. I mean, I think that the one huge bead in the centre does. </div>
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I was tempted to take off these boots and dip my toes in, but I somehow managed to resist. I probably won't be able to next time. <br />
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Hey summer, see you soon!<br />
♥ Meg xoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-61950521556436650242015-01-25T21:09:00.000-05:002015-01-25T21:09:46.577-05:00Pretty daisyI love daisies. The wild ones beside the road, thriving on not much at all. The orange gerber daisies M got delivered to my school. The pink daisies in my flower crown. And I love that daisies are back on skirts and dresses everywhere.<br />
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The combination of aqua ombre tights and a shirt of the same hue, along with daisies on my skirt and on my chest, was overwhelming for some of my critics. My Grade Ones loved my outfit, though, and so did I. That's what matters most about the clothes I put on each day - they make me happy. And, daisies, how could they not? </div>
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January weather calls for some super stylish outerwear. Introducing, the faux fur coat. </div>
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This coat makes me feel like rock star. The boys were calling me Macklemore when I wore it around them. I guess being a rap star is good too ;)<br />
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I think that this purse is my most complimented article of clothing ever. I bought it at Aldo in Ottawa when M and I were there in the summer. Loads of people love it. Lots of people think they're original and say, "Wow, that's a big camera". I just smile and nod. </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-7885381946704744162015-01-04T21:18:00.001-05:002015-01-04T21:21:25.765-05:00Hello 2015Well, hey there everyone. Been a while, hasn't it? <br />
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Last year this blog derailed a bit due to a number of reasons. The top three, in no particular order:<br />
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Number One. I love love love reading other people's blogs. Last year, I maybe spent a little too much time reading, and not enough time writing.<br />
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My favourites are <a href="http://abeautifulmess.com/" target="_blank">A Beautiful Mess</a> and <a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/" target="_blank">Enjoy it</a>.<br />
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Elsie, Emma, and the rest of the team at ABM are basically an empire. These queens of the blogosphere write about DIY projects, fashion, crafts, recipes, scrapbooking, and home projects. They have many different writers who contribute to their highly successful blog.<br />
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Elise's blog is much more personal. She blogs about goals and challenges and motivation and being creative. She shares pieces of her daily life with her baby girl and Navy doctor husband. When I read her posts, I feel like I'm catching up with a pal.<br />
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Go check out these blogs; you'll love 'em.<br />
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Number Two. Erin and I started Project Life last year. (Later, I got a few more pals on board). What it PL, you ask? In her own words, creator Becky Higgens writes, <i>"</i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px;"><span style="font-family: Lato; font-size: 14px; font-style: italic;">Project Life® is an ultra-simple, über-stylish solution for getting your photos off your phone and computer, out of boxes, and into albums." </span><i style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </i><span style="font-family: inherit;">It's about printing your everyday photos, adding embellishments, and some text, and slipping them into pockets, It's the easiest scrapbook ever. And it's kind of addicting. And with reference to Number One, there are bloggers who <i>just</i> blog about Project Life... *hearts in eyes*. </span></span><br />
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More about PL here: <a href="http://beckyhiggins.com/project-life/" target="_blank">http://beckyhiggins.com/project-life/</a><br />
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Here's an example of a layout from Tracey at <a href="http://www.tracyxo.com/" target="_blank">the single girl's scrapbook</a>. She rocks Project Life. Go check out her work and fall in love.<br />
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Number Three. When I drive to work, it's dark and when I drive home from work it's dark. I know, I know. There could be worse problems in my life. It just makes it hard to take outfit photos. <br />
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M is probably thinking that this is a list of excuses, or Johns as gamers like to call them, but it's not. Think of it more as an explanation to the question: <i>where has Meg gone?! </i><br />
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I'm going to try harder in 2015. I still love reading a good book, and creating a good outfit. I make up random style challenges for myself - and succeed at them :)<br />
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Come back soon; I'll be around. Promise.<br />
♥ Meg xoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-53738726518800223492014-10-02T21:15:00.001-04:002014-10-02T21:15:32.893-04:00Professor of MagicI thought I looked like I stepped out of the Free People catalog. <div>
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I love this vest. M tells me that it's not a vest at all. I love it just the same. Is a piece of fabric with an open front and two arm holes by any another name still a vest? (Or something...) </div>
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And the skirt. I bought it in NYC across from the giant Christmas tree in Rockefeller Square, while M waited happily in the warmth. I love it, and the memory associated with it, too :) </div>
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PS. Isn't the sky crazy blue in these photos? #nofilter, just so ya know...</div>
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3. This hat makes me feel so boho chic. (That's totally a way to feel. . .)</div>
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While I was looking over these photos, I kept hearing Swing Life Away by Rise Against in my head:</div>
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<i style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">We get by just fine here on minimum wage. </span></i></div>
<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><span style="font-size: 13px; text-align: center;">If love is a labour, I'll slave till the end, </span></i></span></span><br />
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♥ Meg xoxo<br />
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-20367103662863614112014-09-08T19:38:00.001-04:002014-09-08T19:38:31.521-04:00The Art of Fallingby Kathryn Craft<br />
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<br />Penelope Sparrow wakes up in hospital bed - bumped, bruised, broken, and lucky to be alive. The professional dancer had fallen from her fourteenth story balcony and landed on the roof of a car belonging to the neighbourhood baker. <div>
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Not a trained dancer myself, I enjoyed Penny's coming to terms with her body and its talents and abilities. Her story of growth and possibility gives me hope for new beginnings. </div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-19003089530419486932014-09-02T19:52:00.001-04:002014-09-02T19:52:41.109-04:00Stripes and SchoolToday <i>may </i>have been my best first-day-of-school as a teacher, ever. Everything rocked. Starting with my outfit. And ending with a kid whose running shoes made Darth Vader sounds. . . but that's a story for another time.<br />
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Stripes. Bows. Pockets. Clear umbrella. Delightful.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-24290965788651523892014-07-12T23:30:00.000-04:002014-07-13T23:33:03.084-04:00True North Strong and FreeHappy belated Canada Day :) M and I celebrated in the nation's capital. Decked out in [matching] red and white, we celebrated all day and all night long. The fireworks were the best I've ever seen; it was like a finale the entire time.<br />
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<br />The gold sole and strap on these sandals take them up a notch in my books. I had to take them off to walk around on the beach, though. I think I blinded some fishermen while I was carrying them around. Whoops.<br /><br />
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<br />Carrying my shoes in hand resulted in dirty feet, which are the true first signs of summer ;) <div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-53871023589893042122014-06-04T08:35:00.000-04:002014-06-04T08:35:07.137-04:00Book hangoverPictures on Pinterest lead me to believe that I've been suffering from a book hangover. A book hangover is defined as the "inability to start a new book because you're still living in the last book's world." After I binge-read <i>Dark Places, </i>I started and stopped reading two or three books because I couldn't get into them. Don't worry; I have been wearing fancy / eclectic / creative outfits though ;) I just haven't had a book around. . .<br />
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♥ Meg xoxoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-87074740395068283292014-05-10T20:48:00.000-04:002014-05-11T20:49:22.076-04:00Dark Places by Gillian Flynn<br />
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<u>Dark Places</u> tells the story of the days surrounding a gruesome murder, allegedly committed by a teenage boy named Ben Day, as a type of sacrifice to the devil. Each chapter is from one of the characters points of view. There's Ben's story, along with his mother's, his aunt's, his sister Debbie's, Michelle's, and his littlest sister Libby's. Their narratives paint a grim picture of their impoverished life in Kinnakee, Kansas. These stories are inter-spliced with modern-day Libby's story. Libby is the only surviving member of the Day family that was present on the night of the massacre, other than Ben Day - prisoner and murderer. Out of money and filled with anger and depression, Libby is forced to confront her past, think about the 'dark places' of her childhood and revisit the horrifying night when her big brother killed her sisters and mother.<br />
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This story was gripping, haunting, disturbing, and thought-provoking. Did Ben actually kill his whole family as a sacrifice? Was he really disturbed like everyone said? Did he mean to kill Libby too, or did he mean to save her? Did Ben commit the murders at all? Was Libby over-coached by lawyers as a young child to wrongly accuse Ben of murder? </div>
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Flynn did it to me again. I was obsessed with this story and with trying to figure it out. After <u>Gone Girl</u>'s intense plot twist, I was searching for clues. I was pretty proud of myself; I thought that I had the ending all figured out. . . Or did I?</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-78261919219218669582014-04-20T19:31:00.000-04:002014-04-21T19:31:21.483-04:00Dress down FridayI've been wearing high heels nonstop since the snow and sludge has vanished from the sidewalks. Here are some high heels on a casual Friday :)<br />
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<br />This top is actually lime green in real life. Someone told me that I looked like "a breath of fresh air" the day I wore this. Aren't compliments lovely?<br /><br />
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<br />Dress down days at my place of work allow for <i>very</i> casual ensembles on the part of my co-workers. I like to dress-up my dressed-down pieces with chandelier earrings, bold scarves and studded high heels. :) <br /><br />
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<br />I love this bag times one billion. And I believe it too.<br /><br />
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Look out dry pavements, high heels are coming at you. That is, until I usher in the warm days of summer and the simplicity of bare feet. . .<br />
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Don't might the white socks. What was I thinking? haha.<br />
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I wish I was eating a little doughnut right now, instead of this apple. Sigh* </div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-41314316039403332442014-03-21T21:26:00.000-04:002014-03-21T21:26:00.260-04:00My first loveMy first love is orange. The colour, that is. Way back in kindergarten, I was living the dream with the orange crayon all to myself while the other girls were fighting over pink and purple. I used to have A LOT of orange clothing. Now I just have more than the average person. . .<br />
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<br />This skirt got me a lot of comments the day I wore it. People just get alarmed about fashion for all of the wrong reasons, in my opinion. So what if I want to wear a summer maxi skirt in the dead of winter? That's why they invented thick tights. Duh. <br /><br />
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<br />It was super windy when I took these. I may have had a fleeting thought about the thinness of the material and that it <i>may</i> do better in the summer, but the thought passed. <div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-62770450934647288352014-03-19T15:00:00.000-04:002014-03-19T15:00:00.297-04:00Dash & Lily's Book of Daresby Rachel Cohn and David Levithan<br />
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<br />This book pretty much explains itself in the title. Lily and Dash have a notebook filled with dares. It's a bit more complicated than that, though. Lily writes the dares in a notebook and leaves it on the shelf at a used bookstore. Dash finds it, and follows the instructions in the book, and writes back to Lily. A quirky relationship ensues with one person writing in the book, and leaving it somewhere for the other to find. <div>
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Authors Cohn and Levithan, of <u>Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist</u>, team up once again for a cute sort of quest tale. Although unlikely, I did believe it as I read it. Both Lily and Dash's parents were out of the country for Christmas, leaving them both free to roam their city and follow dares from a red Moleskin. Their city happens to be NYC, which lends itself well to sort of kitschy Christmas locations and timeless landmarks for Lily and Dash to visit in their quest to get to know, and later meet one another. </div>
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I think I loved Nick and Nora more than Lily and Dash. But that's not to say I didn't like them and all of their oddities. They each get their own voice, chapter by chapter, which is a device I adore. I also loved the setting, since M and I had been to NYC for New Year. I could picture the hustle and bustle, the giant Christmas tree, and the dazzling lights around Lily and Dash. </div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-30715831952660709062014-03-17T21:13:00.000-04:002014-03-17T21:13:50.055-04:00Happy St Pat'sIt was Dress Like a Leprechaun Day at my school today. I ♥ spirit days times one million. Maybe even more than that. haha.<br />
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<br />And to think, some of my colleagues just wore a green shirt. Pshaw. Go big or go home, my friends :)<br /><br />
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<br />These sequin shoes are moving their way up my [long] list of favourite shoes. Oops, they can hear me... I LOVE you all, my darlings. teehee. <div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-84416637358947775882014-02-15T12:27:00.000-05:002014-02-15T12:27:04.001-05:00Easter eggOne day this week I decided to wear all of the pastels in the world. Which may or may not have led to people calling me an Easter egg. I've learned from M, though, that an Easter egg is like a hidden gem or an inside joke in a video game. Obviously that's the reference that was being made here ;) <div>
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<br />There's a dress under this sweater, which might explain the bulkiness. I think that a shorter sweater might have solved this issue, but whatevs... it's winter, you're allowed to look bulky.<br /><div>
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<br />These minty green tights were an impulse buy that I don't regret one bit.<br /><br />
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<br />Not pictured, but actually paired with this springy outfit: my winter parka, boots, mitts, hat and scarf.</div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-73812688636497477062014-02-09T11:13:00.003-05:002014-02-09T11:13:31.879-05:00A Long Way DownBy Nick Hornby<br />
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<u>A Long Way Down</u> is about four strangers who meet on the top of a tower block (read: high-rise building) on New Years Eve. Why are they on the roof of said tall building you ask? For their own reasons, each of the characters has decided that they can't go on living anymore and are prepared to hurl themselves off the top.<br />
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Depressing? Nope. Preachy / we-are-saved ? Nope. Hornby's blackly humourous narrative switches back and forth between the members of the "Topper's House Gang" seamlessly. Martin, Jess, Maureen, and JJ each tell his or her own story in his or her own distinct voice, so believably. I mean, while I was reading I thought that I might bump into Jess at the club, or JJ at the music shop.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-61036688601104983452014-02-05T18:50:00.003-05:002014-02-05T18:51:54.198-05:00Radiant snow. Snow. It's piling up in small mountains at the edge of my driveway. It's stuck in and around my tires. It's causing traffic collisions and slippery roads. <br />
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Find something that gives you your sparkle and shine today. Spin around in your poncho in a random parking lot if that makes you happy. I mean, why not?</div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">PS These were taken on Monday, when you could actually see some pavement. Not so much today...</span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4032777271150525857.post-1695934464640868882014-01-13T21:12:00.004-05:002014-01-13T21:12:55.622-05:00Spring dressSeeing as the Polar Vortex has come and gone, I decided that spring dresses were appropriate work-wear. As I looked around my staff meeting after work today, I saw many a sweater in muted or dark colours. Maybe not everyone is ready for spring dresses. . .<br />
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<br />You guys. This dress. It was originally $150, marked down [and down and down] to $15. Aaah. I couldn't resist. I mean, the shipping from ModCloth would be more than this dress. It just made sense.<div>
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<br />Oh, it has pockets. Of course. <div>
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<br />These shoes are super old. In fact, the right heel was a wee bit wobbly on the stairs today. Tear* Time to start looking for replacements. <div>
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Happy (pretend) Spring.</div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
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This Christmas season there was lots of cheer, snow, and time with loved ones. Here are some bits and pieces of my Christmas holidays. <br />
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The last day of school before Christmas break was "Dress Like an Elf Day". I jingled and jangled my way through the halls. </div>
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My birthday happened on the same day as an ice storm. We had to wear boots to go out dancing. </div>
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My Christmas Eve dress had deer on it. I snagged this beauty on sale at Anthro last year after Christmas ... and then waited a year to wear it. It was paired with a warm sweater and winter boots because of the snow. So stylish ;) </div>
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M and I went to NYC for NYE to watch the ball drop in Times Square. It was insane. </div>
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I'm currently flipping through Elsie and Emma's <a href="http://www.abeautifulmess.com/2013/08/a-beautiful-mess-photo-idea-book-is-here-.html" target="_blank">A Beautiful Mess photo book</a>, and loving <u>Orange is the New Black.</u> </div>
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2013 was a good year, filled with many adventures. Looking forward to the ones in store for me in 2014 :)</div>
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♥ Meg xoxo</div>
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