Thursday, December 23, 2010

kimberellie miss furnellie (with a baby in her belly)

Surprise!  There's a baby in my belly!  That's right.  That's the reason I haven't been blogging.  Yes, instead of blogging I have been vomiting (lots of fun, I assure you).  And all because of a teeny weeny 2 inch baby.  Yes, my baby is the size of a plum.  Or perhaps a mandarin orange. Some small fruit anyway.

I thought you should know.  Here's me telling you.  Say congratulations.  Say: I can't wait to see how you are going to dress that bump!  Well, I know I can't wait.  As for the last few weeks: I confess, it hasn't been very exciting.  Some days I didn't even get dressed.  But I should be feeling better soon (PLEASE!!!).  And then I will put some effort in again.  So stick around and take notes for when you have your own belly baby .  Unless of course that's never going to happen due to gender or preference (if that's the case, feel free to stick around for purely voyeuristic reasons).

Um...the pic of me is from about a month ago.  I will post a more recent one (avec BUMP...yes, I have one already) in the new year.  Also, I WILL be posting again regularly in the new year.  As soon as I start feeling better you will be seeing much more of me (literally, figuratively, there will be, more of me).

So until then: MERRY CHRISTMAS!  And much love to you all!!

Heart: Kimberellie (who is NOT going to list her outfit details because she is sick and pregnant DARN IT.  btw: Being pregnant is a good excuse for a lot of things).

Monday, November 29, 2010

just a wee break

Due to foreseen circumstances I, Kimberellie Miss Furnellie, am going to take a wee blogging break.  But fret not! I will be back.  And not only will I be back--I will be back twice as fun and awesome and dressed.  Yes, you heard me: twice as dressed.  And don't worry, you will know when I am back.  It will be exciting.  You wait and see.

heart muchly: Kimberellie

Thursday, November 25, 2010

and now I go lay down and nap

I wish I had a secret stash of clever posts to post when I am not feeling particularly clever or post-y.  Obviously, I do not.  Though I am getting the feeling I am not the only one feeling unblog-ish lately.  The blogworld (blogosphere is something other people say.  I feel like some sort of phony saying I am pretending I know what I am talking about).  I don't know what I'm talking about.  Just in case you were curious.

And in case you were curious what happened to the sentence that was interrupted by the brackets, well, it decided to not continue.  I mean, I was getting a little wordy back there.  I was.  Here, I'll start again: SLACKERS!!!  Yes, you heard me.  Don't think I haven't noticed you are all slacking.  Well, a lot of you anyway.  Wait a minute, oh no, don't point your pretty little polished fingers at ME.  I haven't been slacking.  I've been sick (and slacking).  No, just sick.  Shut up brackets Kimberellie (it is a little known fact that there is an entirely different Kimberellie who types only in the brackets--KimBEReeeelllieee, I'm better than regular Kimberellie.  A lot better).

Well, if this post isn't just complete nonsense, I don't know what is.  So that's it.  I'm done.  And now I go lay down and nap.

outfit total (minus bag):  $43

wool skirt, thrifted: $3
wool sweater, thrifted: $1
suede boots, super on sale: $25
gold tights (they're gold, they just look beige in the photos): $10
headband, smart set: $1
vintage dooney and bourke bag, pearls vintage: $72
socks, ardene: $3

Heart: KimBEReeeelllieee

ps. yes, I am aware this is a very similar outfit to the last post.  That's just the way I roll.

Monday, November 22, 2010

stuff you don't know about me: now you know

I like my bottom to be orange and my legs to be pink and my smile to be all yours, baby.  You feel the same way about me, don't you?

Hey, it's Friday night and I am sitting at home writing a blog for next week!  Lame?  I think not.  There is nowhere in the world I would rather be. I once read that having children exasperates your temperament. ie. if you are extroverted, becoming a parent will make you more extroverted. And if you are introverted, becoming a parent will make you more introverted.

This is why I am happy to be at home tonight.  I just don't like people anymore.  Really.  Well, sort of.  Less so?  Is that mean?  Who cares! Okay, if you knew me (do you know me?) you might think that I am extroverted.  This is a commonly held misconception by almost everyone that I know (except Jenae, Jenae is smart).  The thing is, I don't lack for confidence.  There is no social situation that I feel awkward in (or have ever felt awkward in).  I don't mind talking to strangers.  In fact, I strike up conversations with strangers all the time.  

So people think I'm extroverted.  But I'm not.  I'm confident.  It's not the same thing.  Because you see:

Noise bothers me (ie. a lot of people talking at once, I swear it drives me out of my mind).  
Large gatherings tire me out quickly.
I spend an "unextroverted" amount of time in my own head.
I much prefer to spend time with people one on one then in groups.  

Etcetera.  And so forth.  You see, I want you all to go away (no not you, you don't bother me because you're not really here).

But you know what I mean?  Maybe.  I guess I function well in crowds and loud places because that is exactly how I grew up: in a loud crowded place.  And by place, I mean family.  And by crowded, I mean a lot of siblings.  And by loud, I mean they're loud.

It's funny, the more I get to know myself the more I am finding that I am not. Loud that is, extroverted that is.  I like quiet.  I like alone.  I like calm.

After my son goes to bed at night the very last thing I want is people.  Sometimes I want to go out (maybe once a week).  But I never want anyone over.  What I want is to be in my pajamas with a book (or a blog) a mug of tea, a magazine, home, just us Furnellies.  In the morning it's a different story.  My son is awake and zooming off the walls; and what I want then is to be out and about and with people.  But by noon (NAP TIME!) I have had enough.  

So this is a little sneak peak into my life and self, I guess.  Perhaps not as funny as usual.  But hey, here's another secret: I'm not funny in real life.*   

outfit total: $452 (I gotta stop wearing this jacket...really messes with my totals)

wool skirt, vintage, thrifted: $3
hooded shirt, bootlegger: $15
jacket, danier: $350
tights, joe fresh style: $3
shoes, vintage thrifted: $7
vintage dooney and bourke bag, pearlvintage: $72
headband, smart set: $2

Heart: Kimberellie

*I'm just kidding.  In real life I'm fricken' hilarious.

ps. if you look at my pages you will see I now have a formspring account.  Please ask me questions.  Please.  Please.  Please!  I'm dying to answer some questions!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

I'm too cute to pass up

I'm kind of slouching in the second pic.  But I was just too cute to pass up.  Hey, I'm cute right?  I think so.  And really, doesn't my opinion count most?  Darn straight it does. 

And hey, I was thinking, even if I didn't blog I would still take pictures of my outfits.  I really would.  And I don't know why.  Some strange inner compulsion perchance?  And let me think: I think I'm hungry.  I think I would like to eat an apple.  Or a little mini box of raisins (remember those? I have those.  YES YES I DO. The perks of being a mother!). 

Also it appears that is is an allleopardprinttightsweek, this week.  If it ain't leopard print I shan't clad my ruffle bum in it.  Not that I am wearing ruffle bum panties in this look.  I actually have no idea what sort of panties I am wearing in these photos.  Maybe the Gap ones.  Also you should know Gap makes RIDICULOUSLY comfortable bum cladders (my new word for panties...the word panties just sounds so dirty). Butt seriously: com~fort~able. Now you know.  And you also know that I own Gap undergarments.

Stop talking Kimberellie.  People are sick of hearing the mundane minutia of your life.  Are they?  Yes.  Really?  Seriously, stop writing and go browse Forever 21 online.  And then go look at Chanel online. And then kiss the framed picture of your husband that sits on the desk in front of you (with glasses, his high school grad pic...he's a young studmuffin).

Hey, and thanks for sticking around until the end of this monologue.  I personally tuned out about halfway through.  

outfit total: $379

skirt, given to me by my mother in law
tights, ardene: $3
booties, thrifed: $12
jacket, danier: $350
shirt, joe fresh style: $10
heart necklace, thrifted: $1
cross and virgin mary pendant: gifts
bracelets, all thrifted, all a dollar

Heart: Kimberellie Miss Furnellie Kimberellie Miss Furnellie Kimberellie Miss Furnellie

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

okay, I'll stay...because I heart you.

You twisted my arm.  I'll stay.  And here's why: because although each one of you said something different; each one of you said the right thing:

"Go!  Take your time!  We all need time!"
"Stay!  Stay! Stay!"
"You love blogging.  I know you do!  Stay!"
"Do what feels best!"
"Here's how to fiddle with your template!"
"Share!  The you.  The you with us!  Do!"

And I paraphrase wildly.  But my point is: thanks.  Yesterday I was in a horrid mood.  But today I am not.  And also, I see what it is a like about blogging: you.  I like you. All of you.  So thank you for being the reason I stick around and  share the myself I am with the you yous are.

I heart yous:

Heart: ME

but here's the dealio: I think all the Kimberellie I am able to give is moi twice a week or so.  If that isn't enough for you, feel free to come to my blog page on the off days and imagine a post by me.
outfit total: $15

dress: I JUST found it in a bag of craft stuff.  I recall I bought it years ago: $3
cardi: gift from Lee
tights, H&M: gift from Lee
shoes, thrifted: $7
leather gloves, cole haan on super clearance: $5
scarf: my mommy made it for me

Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow.  ~Swedish Proverb

Monday, November 15, 2010

the blog where Kimberellie quits (maybe. we'll see. whatever)

You would think it would be possible to have sidebars AND gigantic pictures.  It probably is.  But I don't know how to do it.  I don't.  Frick frick frick on a stick (LOVE that show).  So I deleted all sorts of stuff that I liked having because I couldn't stand it all messing up the bottom of my blog.  And it makes me sad.  Mostly I want my blog rolls back.

If anyone could direct me to a template that would allow me to have bigger pics AND sidebars...please, do tell! I am so technologically inept.  Frick frick frick on a stick.

Also, I quit.  I am done.  Blogging that is.  For I don't know how long.  I just don't want to anymore.  Maybe I will be back in a month.  Who knows?  I don't know.  Maybe I will back tomorrow.  Who knows?  I don't know.  But blogging is making me angry.  And I don't like being angry.  When I am angry I throw things.  And so my things don't like it when I am angry either.

As for my week of creativity?  I was just sick the whole time.  And my son was sick.  So it didn't exactly work out.  Frick frick frick on a stick.

Okay.  I am done.  For now.  For a month.  Until tomorrow.  I really can't say.  I'll post again when I want to.  Until then I will be about spying on you. I will comment if I can persuade my fingers to type out the words on the keyboard.

I think it's Winter's fault.  Stupid Winter.  Stupid rain.  Stupid dark at 4 pm.   That isn't right.  It isn't.  Frick frick frick on a stick.  Stupid stick.  And I am not going to list my outfit details because I just don't care enough.  Except the bag, I got it on Etsy.  And I feel I ought to tell you from whom.

stupid blogging templates no sun rain time dark day sleep grrrr computer crashy sex and the city dvds missing grrr grrrr grrrrr

bag: vintage Dooney and Bourke, from Pearls Vintage: $72
oh and the tights!  they came in a parcel from the ever wonderful Lee!

grrrrr: Kimberellie (who may keep blogging because it is rather fun to complain).

ps. I vowed this morning to never complain again.  I'm afraid my vows have a shelf life of half a day.

pps. I would really appreciate help with templates if anyone has a link to one that would work...  I know I can make all my images smaller...and I would just do that.  But I would hate to mess up all my archives.

Sunday, November 14, 2010

cutie pie sundays 5

the most beautiful person I know

heart: Kimberellie

A child is a curly dimpled lunatic.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

a kimberellie public service announcement

Hi.  It's me.  KIM BER ELL IE!!!! (say it like this: KIM brrrrr ELLE eeeeee!).  I like how that rhymes.  I also really like staring at my boots:  I just recently had these boots resoled.  It was cheap (15 bucks).  And I want to recomend that you do this too: resole your shoes/boots.  It's much less expensive than buying a new pair.
Wait a minute: that's not what I wanted to talk about at all.  Pray tell then, what DO you want to talk about Miss Furnellie?  This: I'm off.  Off the internet that is.  For a week.  A WEEK.  Seriously, no net.  Okay, well, I will have net, and I may even (though not for sures kittens) check my email.  But other than that: nope.  No scheduled posts either.  Yes, it's going to be a long week for anyone who needs a Kimberellie fix (really just my husband and son; but they have me in real life.  So they should be fine).
The thing is: I only have one life.  And I have been asking myself: is this what I want to do with it?  And by one life, I mean three hours of free time a day (NAP TIME!) to do with what I want.  And usually I spend it bloging (and watching SATC I confess).  But I'm going to try something different for a week.  I have some great little ideas for illustrations (ink and watercolour, fun stuff) flitting through my head lately.  And I think I would like to put brush to paper and get some work done.  I'm thinking maybe an Etsy shop might be in my future.  Who knows.  We'll see.  
But it will probably interfere with blogging.  The thing is (sheesh I say that a lot), but the thing IS: I need to do something creative.  And lately this has been that something.  But I think I want something more.  Not that I am going to quite blogging, PERISH THE THOUGHT.  But I might cut down to two posts a week.  
And that's it kittens. That's my public service announcement.  So I will see you all next Tuesday.  And if I don't have some art work to show for it: you can berate me with capital letters and run-on sentences.

outfit total: $68

trench dress (TOTALLY AWESOME HEY?), chapter one: $16
scarf, winners: 12
gold tights: $10
boots, some italian brand do not feel like checking right now: $25
gloves, cole haan: $5 (SERIOUSLY!)
white gold hoop earrings: International Kimberly Day present from husband
brown long sleeve: clothes swap

heart:Kimberellie (see you all in a week!)
this is me zooming: ZOOM!

Friday, November 5, 2010

leathery bum

I'm going to have a BLT.  It's ten at night.  But I neglected to eat dinner.  I MEANT to eat dinner.  But we were at the mall Christmas shopping; and I got distracted by pretty baubles and such.  I'm very easily distracted at the mall.  In fact, I am unable to carry on much of a conversation while at the mall. Because I am constantly darting into stores to look at this and that and so forth and so on.  Ask my husband, he'll confirm it.

And hey, here I am in leather shorts.  I like my leather shorts.  They were originally leather pants I got from a thrift store.  But I already have leather leggings (I'll wear them one day; I swear!).  And well, leather shorts seem to me to be such a luxury item.  I mean, who really needs leather shorts?  No one. That's who.  Well, maybe Mad Max if he were going on a beach holiday.  But that's neither here nor there.

Now look here:  My son decided to pose with me (yes, he really does that now...oh dear what am I teaching the boy?).  Regardless I think we look pretty cool.

outfit total:  $26

leather shorts, danier, vintage, originally pants: $10
belt: gift from Lee
shirt, gap: present from husband
tights, warm: $4
booties, rieker, thrifted (but new, most of the shoes I thrift are unworn, and CHEAP, love it): $12
K necklace, people's

heart: Kimberellie

~the title is an observation my husband made.  Yes, technically whilst wearing these shorts my bottom is indeed leathery.

Thursday, November 4, 2010

the heavens declare

This is my favourite spot in the whole wide world.  It's a duck pond, probably a marsh technically, a wetland. And it is lovely.  It is just down the trail from one of the play parks in my town.  And whenever we go to the park, at one point, my son starts yelling: :"Duck.  Duck!".  So we head down the trail. Usually it is quite crowded.  But the day these pictures were taken we were the only ones there.  I don't know what the magic is about this place: but it's there.
After church we go this park every Sunday.  And I like my church, I like the music (I totally recommend you check the music link out), the messages, the people. It's one of my favourite places to be.  But I have to admit, I feel much closer to God when I am outside underneath the vast sky than I ever have in church.  Not everyone feels the same way about this spot as I do (I asked).  But I think my son does.  Because when we go there he is just content to stand and be.  
About the outfit: here's this jacket again, and the purse.  The tights are actually gold.  You can't really tell in the photographs.  But I assure you; they're gold.  The scarf I picked up the other evening while shopping with a shopping enabler (always the best sort of friends to go shopping with; I'm one myself).  This, of course, was before the shopping shutdown (no shopping for two months, really).  And the gloves? OH the gloves!
I have size 10 and a half feet, and long fingered hands to match (actually I am rather vain about my hands ;-).  This creates a problem finding gloves that fit.  So last year, when I found these chocolate brown leather gloves on clearance at Winners for 15 dollars, did I snap them up?  Not on your life.  I waited 2 days until they were 8 dollars.  And THEN I asked the gentleman, marking down other clearance items, if he was going to mark the gloves down too.  And he did.  Right there in front of me.  So yes, 5 bucks.  I know, mad shopping skills.

outfit total: $123

boots, massimo baldi: $25
gloves, :cole haan via winners: $25
tights, winners: $10
scarf, winners: $12
jacket: $35
bag, danier: bday gift from husband
dress (not really pictured), chapter one: $16

Heart: Kimberellie

(edit) ps. just because it wasn't really clear (and because I like to brag ;-) the gloves were originally 50 bucks with a "compare at" price of 100.  ;-)

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they reveal knowledge.
They have no speech, they use no words; 
no sound is heard from them. 
Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, 
their words to the ends of the world. 

psalm 19:1-4

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

kissing and coddling and cashmere

What's with always liking the newest bestest?  Newest gadget, newest restaurant, newest boy toy, newest article of clothing.  Okay, maybe not newest boy toy.  I mean, if I did have a boy toy I might prefer the newest boy toy.    But I don't.  I have toys that belong to my little boy: cars, and balls, and such.  But that's different.  Where was I?  Right: newer = better.  At least that's the way it seems to be with our closets: mine and yours.

But wait a minute: I think that sucks.  I think it is sad to neglect our old clothes in favor of our new clothes.  I mean, they probably get sad, right?  Well, I know I would if I were a poor neglected sweater.  Unless I was pill-ey, then I would feel that I was rightly neglected and should be thrown out  (I hate pill-ey sweaters, even ones that know their place and know they should be thrown out...that's the kind of sweater I would be: self-aware and self-sacrificing*).

Anyway, I am sick.  And I am tired.  And I need to go to bed before this blog entry becomes even more incoherent.  So let's get to the point of all this, brace yourselves: I am *ahem* not going to buy ANY clothes until January.  Yes, you have heard me correctly.  Instead I am going to renew old love affairs with forgotten skirts, and shirts, and jackets.  I am going to kiss and coddle and love my clothes.  Or maybe I will just hem, and tailer, and alter them.  But whatever.  What's old will be best.  What's old will be new again.  And that one shouldered skin tight black sweater dress?  I am going to find a way to wear it, darn it, I am.

outfit total: $93

shoes, naturalizer: $30
bag, danier: bday gift from husband
skirt, vintage thrifted: $3
jacket, from winners: $35
belt, jacob: $20
scarf: gift from Lee
sweater, joe fresh style: $5
purple pearl necklace: gift from husband

heart: Kimberellie

*and cashmere

psst:  am hoping to catch up on some blog reading tomorrow.  And send some email replies.  And well, do all the stuff that I didn't do today because sitting at the computer is not fun when you are ill.

psssssssst!: blog written Tuesday night...posted Wednesday morning.  Either that or I have moved to a different time zone.  Can't be sure.  Not well enough to think it through proper like.  gooooo tooo sleeeeep Kimberellieeee

Tuesday, November 2, 2010

the seventh sense

So this post was supposed to go up yesterday.  But I had no internet.  And also I napped during my son's nap time (ie. blogging time).  So here I am.  It's Tuesday.  Everyone do the Tuesday Dance (you shake your hips just so).

Now, last week I promised I would talk about clothes this week. I know I tend not to keep blog promises (can't help it, a woman's prerogative to change her mind and all that).  But this week I am still feeling it.  So, enough preamble, let's commence.  

Do you see MY PANTS?  Totally awesome, right?  Oh yes.  I think so.  And guess the price tag.  Just take a moment, close your eyes, and imagine a number in your head.  Was it 70 cents?  Because if it was, you're right.  Seriously, these pants cost me less than a dollar.  You see, I had a hankering to go to my favourite thrift store.  And when I got there I found out it was everything you can stick in a bag for five dollars day.  So I stuffed 7 things in a bag, including these pants (which make my butt look awesome, next time a butt picture, I promise ;-).  

I seem to have this sixth sense about sales.  I just "know".  Whenever I have an especial strong inclination to go to a shop there's a sale on.  Seriously, ask my husband.  It's like a seventh sense: the shopping sense.  

outfit total: $334.05

jacket, danier: $300
pants, vintage thrifted: 70 cents
shoes, naturalizer: $30
shirt: my mommy bought it for me
purse, danier: birthday gift from my husband
scarf, thrifted: 25 cents
wooden bracelet, thrifted: $1
silver bracelet, tiffany and co.: gift from my husband

Heart: Kimberellie

Sunday, October 31, 2010

cutie pie sundays 4!

Because a log is just a horsey toy without the neighing.  

heart: Soren

ps. mommy has a matching sweater.

Thursday, October 28, 2010

dear diary: entry #4

February 22nd 2009

I did forgive the other Moleskine for this page being unwritable; but I do not know if I would have forgiven this one.
I love it when Soren naps.  This is his second nap today!  Yeah!  Napping baby = happy mommy.  I am happy.  I feel good about my blog.  It is great, because it, Chictopia, other blogs, get me to try new things.  And it is fun.  It is thrilling thinking: "What will I wear tomorrow?" with such enthusiasm.  It is playing dress up.  It is creative.  It is a joy. 

No, I did not get my hair re-pinked.  I wish.  I will.  Maybe.  This is an older pic that I found lying around.  I thought I would share it with you all.  I like the tie.  I should wear ties more often.  This is sort of how I might be dressing for Halloween.  Only minus the skirt, add pants.  And a fake mustache.  Fun, hey?  I'm being Dr. Watson.  My husband is being Sherlock.  I guess I gotta get me a pipe.

outfit total: $47.00

shoes, naturalizer: $30
coat, vintage thrifted: $5
sweater, joe fresh style: $5
tie, my husband's
tights, ardene: $3
bracelets, thrifted: $1 each
skirt, vintage thrifted: $1
belt, thrifted: $1

Heart: Kimberellie

-this is the end of the dear diary series -for this week.  I will do it again, I promise.  And then you will see the long promised angry entries...if I feel daring enough.  I'll work myself up to it.

Next week's series (I decided I like doing series): is going to be all about clothes and fashion and shopping.  Seriously, a series about clothes.  I know, a novel idea for a style blog. ;-)

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

dear diary: entry #3

I call you my snake baby because you feel like a snake coiling and uncoiling in my belly.  One day when you have a wife and are expecting your first child you will know the delight I have in you in these moments.  These days.  This wonderful waiting.
I pray that you know how much God loves you, how much your daddy loves you, how much I love you. And I pray we love you excellently.
Hey baby, you are kicking me now.  It is a strange thing loving you knowing that you will not know or understand my passion for you.  Or will you? I pray my love for you will be selfless.
I don't know what it is to be a mother.  And I suppose you don't know what it is to be a son. Well, we will find out together.  And I am certain it will be unlike any other mother and son relationship, just as we two are each unique and unlike anyone else.  That was an awkward sentence. But you are my son; maybe you know exactly what I mean.
December 19th 2008

I wrote a few letters to my son while I was pregnant.  This is an excerpt from one of them.  Maybe I won't burn all my journals after all.

outfit total: $73.00

jeans, romeo and juliette couture via winners: $5
boots, massimo baldi, via winners: $25 (I waited and waited until they went on super clearance)
shirt, gap: $12
sweater, second skin vintage: $30
wooden bracelet, thrifted: $1
silver bracelet, tiffany & co.: gift from my husband

Heart: Kimberellie

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

dear diary: entry #2

April 20th 2002

"I am interested in elation.  I am interested in the sublime."
"The wreath on my door has been there since Christmas.  I have no intenion and no desire to take it down."
Those were my topic sentences.  But I did not write.  And now that I'm writing, I don't have one.

Okay, so there's no angry swearing here.  But I promise, by the end of the week there will be some.  There's certainly enough material to choose from.  I just have to ask myself: how bad of a light do I want to cast myself in?  Or are you all so sympathetic to me now that you will just assume that whoever I am ranting about is indubitably the offending party?  Because I can't say that's always been the case (well, maybe mostly ;-).  As a good friend of mine and I like to assert: we're b%^#hes.  

If  my inherent bit$#hiness hasn't come across in my blog to you yet, than you simply haven't been reading between the lines enough.

outfit total: $213 (stupid shoes, keep messing with my totals ;-)

tights, from winners: $9
skirt, thrifted: $1
sweater, from my step mom
belt, joe fresh style: $3
shoes, $200

Heart: Kimberellie

also, this outfit sort of reminded me of the full skirted Prada and Louis Vuitton numbers.  

also, I've been reading Never Let Me Go.  And I gotta tell you, I  hate the magazine reviews of the movie for giving away the plot.  A-holes. (see, I told you I could be a _____)

Monday, October 25, 2010

dear diary: entry # 1

Okay, I have officially gone off the deep end.  I have got to see him!  I am just crazy for him! Oh-it has been only a day!  Ha!  Oh -I am silly silly silly.I do not want to wait.  Just 18 hours or so.  Oh!  I am just crazy for him!  God, I WANT WANT WANT him!    How can one wait?  I am addicted to this man.
May 31st Thursday 12:12 am

Okay.  So this was supposed to be easy.  I was supposed to just pluck out excerpts from my past journals and click click type them onto my blog.  Problem is: I'm totally inappropriate.  I, mean, even though I'm the one who wrote my journals, I blush deep red just reading them!  Not only that, but hullo, obsess much?

Seriously, there are multiple journals where THE ENTIRE journal is about the SAME thing.  It's ridiculous.

That said, this entry is from when my husband and I were first dating.  Funny thing is, I just realized now that the date is our wedding anniversary.  This entry was written exactly one year before we were married.

But don't be expecting an explanation like this every time.  When I publish the really big messy writing swearing entries, I'm not going to give one.  ;-)

outfit total: $238

tights, joe fresh style: $3
skirt, thrifted: $6
shirt, from winners: $5
scarf, local shop: $12
headband: $2
cardi, gap men's:$20

Heart: Kimberellie

[This is a series where I publish excerpts from my journals.  Note: after this I think I'll burn them.]

ps. if anyone mentions how they now have my shoes restocked and in my size again for seventy dollars less than I paid for them, I will be writing an angry journal entry about you.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

cutie pie sundays (three)

I have been conspicuously absent from the blogging world it seems.  But tomorrow is the beginning of a new week.  And I think you will find me about.  As it is, sorry about the absence.  And now I must go to bed.   But I knew I would get in trouble from some real life people if I didn't post a cutie pie sunday pic.  So here one is.

See you tomorrow.

--this photo is half a year old.  This was from my son's (and his cousin's) first birthday.
---the tattoo isn't real.  

Friday, October 22, 2010

dear diary: next week will be better

Because all next week, along with outfit photos, there will be excerpts from my diaries.  Yes.  You heard me right.   See, the thing is: I don't much feel like writing lately.  But I have written a lot in my life.  And a lot of that lot is stored in my journals.  So I am going to share it with you: the amusing, the profound, the stupid.  

So be sure to tune in next week.  Because it's going to be interesting.*

Heart: Kimberellie (who seriously intends on visiting everyone soon...but not right now...right now is for sleeping)

*how's this for a teaser?

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

computer mice are tasty

I am so hungry I could eat the computer mouse.  I am writing this on Monday evening.  In case you are wondering. I have decided that every so often I'd give you all a sneak peak.  That is, a sneak peak into my life.   You see, I am always ever so curious what other people do with their lives, the everydayness, the eveningness,  morningness, mealness, and clothingwearingness.  I figure maybe other people are curious like I am.

So here I am to sate your curiosity!

~A Monday Evening Sneak Peak~

I am: 

  • waiting for my husband to return with Chico's Chicken (like Kentucky Fried but MUCH better).
  • downloading photographs onto my husband's computer.
  • wearing pink plaid pajama pants, a grey t shirt, and my new men's large Gap cardigan (which my husband has already determined he will wear too).

I have:

  • done two loads of laundry today.
  • done the dishes.
  • been on the computer a total of thirty minutes.
  • talked to a good friend who lives far away.
  • thought about food at least five times since I began this blog entry.

I want:

  • food.
  • to skip around the living room in my new shoes and admire my feet.
  • to know why living room is two words when obviously it should be one.
  • the motorcycle boots I have been eyeing on to hurry up and go on sale.
  • a housekeeper.
  • at least five different new perfumes I have read about recently (I'm obsessed with scent).

I am going to:

  • wear a moustache for Halloween.
  • put some warm socks on.
  • make a cup of tea.
  • watch Scrubs (fourth season episode 4 or so).

I feel:

  • Happy.
  • Hungry.
  • Cold footed.

Heart: Kimberelllie

ps. If you feel inclined to steal this idea and use it on your blog as a weekly feature...that would SO THRILL ME.  Yes, I am interested.  I want to know.  Hidden cameras just don't tell the whole story...

Nothing is worth more than this day.  ~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Monday, October 18, 2010

Mommy Monday? -NOSE!

Today is Mommy Monday.  The day I am supposed to talk about being a mommy or interview  a mommy.  But it shall not be.  No.  No. No.  Or, "nose", as my son has taken to saying.  He used to say no (all the a normal baby ;-).  So it's especially cute now that he says nose.  What is not especially cute: someone little not napping today.  
Ladies without babies, you will one day understand the allimportantlifeshatteringabsolutenecessity of the nap.  And mommies -you get it.  Suffice to say: I'm a little babied out today.  
As for my outfit: I really LOVE this cardigan.  It's so lovely and "old man-ish", n'est-ce pas?  I got it for a dollar at the church sale I went to the other week.  The belt was also a dollar at that same sale (it was a really great sale). I also got a beautiful Denby water jug for a dollar (!); such a jug would retail for over 100 dollars new.  I just LOVE it when people sell great stuff for cheap (happy dance).
Oh, also the lack of nap explains why this post is so incredibly late.  And hey everyone, thanks for thinking my little button is so cute!  I really enjoyed reading all your comments about his uber cuteness yesterday!   You are all delightful.  You delight me.  I'm delighted.  Also I just ate mango yogurt which was delightful.  Up next? -tea.    

outfit total: $38
dress, from a friend
shoes, naturalizer: $30
tights, joe fresh style: $3
cardigan, thrifted: $1
belt, thrifted: $1
assorted bracelets, thrifted: $1 each

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. I don't know what it is about it, but the first pic I think is my favorite picture of myself I have ever seen.  Maybe because I look sneaky?  Sneakiness is very me.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Cutie Pie Sundays 2

Brightening up your Sunday with my favourite little person.  Have a great day!

jacket, thrifted: $5
hat, joe fresh style: $4
baby, custom order, very expensive, made by: God (no returns and or exchanges*)

Heart: Kimberellie

*but that's okay.  We figured on keeping him anyway.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

about Kimberellie

I have an about me section now.  And because I am disinclined to write anything at the moment I am going to post it right here.  Also, if you are really lazy, and don't like to click about  with your mouse, this will be nice for you.  And this way, if you want to comment to me about my me-ness, you now have the opportunity to do so.

About Kimberellie Miss Furnellie:

I am a girl.

I have two hands.

I have a blog.  I don't have a dog.  I have never been to a bog.

I like cheese.  I can't drink milk.  I probably shouldn't eat cheese.

I am feeling very silly right now.

I feel silly quite often.  I had a nap.  It went well.

I have a baby.  He is a year and a half TODAY.  Yes, exactly 18 months old.  His name is Soren.  You can't have that name.  It's mine.  And I'll know if you stole it (kidding...maybe...don't chance it).

When I was a teenager I pretended I was an assassin.  That was strange of me.

I am married.  He is tall and handsome and I like him a lot.  His name is Michael.  Michael is a very common name.  But he is a very uncommon person.  He is the best man God ever made as far as I'm concerned.

I believe in Christ.  But what's better is he thinks I'm fantastic.  He thinks you're fantastic too.  He's that sort of fellow.

I also believe in being mostly myself.

And what I mean by mostly is: this blog is me; but it isn't.  I mean, it's sort of  the "I'm at a party and feeling silly" me.  So take me with a grain of salt (and a lime and a shot of tequila if you happen to be at a party in real life).

Also, I like spiders.  A lot.

outfit total: $ 100.25 (there's a bigger total for you!)

skirt, thrifted vintage: $5
shirt, gap: $12
belt, jacob: $20
tights, ardene: $3
shoes, naturalizer: $30
jacket, from a store in Ucluelet: $30
scarf, thrifted: 25 cents

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. if you want to know EVEN MORE about me (of course you do!) I have been interviewed by the lovely ladies of La Ville Inconnue this week!  Go HERE to see moi.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

you are a soul

outfit total: $16.50

lace dress, thrifted: $5
shoes, eaton, thrifted: $8
tights, ardene: $3
dress (worn under lace dress): from a friend
black bracelet: rubber bracelet from TMP
brown bracelet, thrifted: 25 cents
belt, thrifted: 25 cents
You don't have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body.
C. S. Lewis 

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

don't look at my feet you little monkey socked kitten head

There is not enough time during nap time.  During nap time I want to:

Watch Sex and the City.
Eat donuts.
Read blogs.
Edit photos.
Organize my closet.
Talk on the phone.
Make crafts.
Drink tea.
Drink lots of tea.

Yes.  All these things.  One nap is not long enough.  Perhaps I should make a nap time schedule and plan ahead what I will do during each nap.   Like this:
  • Tuesday Nap: Mommy eats chocolate.
  • Wednesday Nap: Mommy mops the floor.
  • Thursday Nap: Mommy goes back in time and stops Wednesday Mommy from moping the floor.
  • Friday Nap: Mommy does yoga and eats chocolate at the same time.
What about Monday Nap?  Well, I don't like Mondays.  So I am just not going to talk about them, write about them, or think about them; and hopefully they will go away.

outfit total:$19.50

pixalated joe fresh dress,thrifted: $6
scarf, thrifted: 25 cents
shoes, thrifted Eatons: $8
belt, thrifted: 25 cents
tights, joe fresh style: $3
headband, smart set: $2

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. today is my Monday...because yesterday was a if I seem a little terse and crabby, it's because I don't even have the option of pretending today doesn't exist (everyone knows you can only imagine Mondays out of existence...other days are stubborn and resist being imagined out of existence...stupid Monuesday).