lace dress CLICK CLICK CLICK

I got this amazing lace dress the other day from Value Village for, wait for it...FIVE dollars. Yes, five bucks baby. I was impressed. Also, I was shocked that I found it on the "I don't want it, so put it back rack" outside the change rooms. I was like SCOOP, I'll take that. And so scoop, I did. Now it's mine. MINE MINE MINE. And I must say, it was love at first sight. And I am pretty positive it is handmade. So there is no one else out there loving the same dress as me. And I think that makes our relationship pretty special.

Also, the tag on it (from V.V.) said size 11/12. So that must be the section it originally came from (when the foolish, though perhaps wrongly sized, person grabbed it originally). So YES, that just goes to show, when thrifting really do venture out of your own size. Even when regular shopping one should look outside of one's size. I mean, after all, what do tags know? They're just inanimate scraps of fabric that stick out of the necks of clothing. I, on the other hand, am not inanimate. And I say: look outside your own size!

As for the AMAZING photos, they were taken by my sister-in-law Miss Q of Snappy Q. Her and her husband came to visit for the weekend (so if I have seemed a little absent...). And anyway, she has this totally awesome Nikon DSLR; that I didn't steal. But I did caress it; but I didn't lick it. But I did take pictures with it; but I didn't hide it before they left. But I did make it go CLICK CLICK CLICK.

And I have got to tell you that super fast CLICK CLICK CLICK is very satisfying. It's like bubble tape, or peeling that sticky glue stuff off of your credit card when it comes new (you know the stuff, sticks the card to the paper? Can be found other places as well?). I like that sticky stuff... I also really (REALLY!!!) like the camera.

In fact, I just may need one. My old point and shoot is starting to seem really obsolete. It's just begging to be tossed into the garbage (or donated, whatever). The only problem is, I don't know where I am going to find the cash for a DSLR.

So I may just have to engage in some sort of illegal activity. I'll let you know how it goes!

outfit details:

lace dress, seems handmade, thrifted: $5
tights: from a friend
shoes, naturalizer: $30
bracelet, tiffany & co.: gift from husband
brown tube dress (worn under lace dress), thrifted: $3
necklace, thrifted: $1
belt snakeskin, saks fifth ave. thrifted: $1

Heart: Kimberellie

Where's the "Sleep Button"?

Seriously, I can't find it.

I know it must be around here somewhere, back of the neck, left pinkie toe, belly button. Not on me, of course (that's a whole other story).

The sleep button I am referring to belongs to my baby. I can't find it. I've looked everywhere.

regular Kimberellie

sneaky Kimberellie

In other news, I've decided that I look sneaky with my glasses on. I mean, I look like I'm up to something. Something...sneaky. Sort of like I'm in the witness protection program, or I'm a spy. Yes...more like I'm a spy. A sneaky spy. Or maybe I just like to say the word "sneaky". sneaky. sneak. sneakers. snickers. snick. snack. mini marshmallow snack.

Yes. I eat about twenty mini marshmallows a day.

I wonder what the mini marshmallow average is. I mean, I wonder how many mini mallows an average person eats in an average day. The real question is: How many mini marshmallows have you eaten today?

outfit details:

shirt, from winners: $3
skirt, thrifted rw & co.: $3
scarf, thrifted: $2
shoes, thrifted: $1
socks, from a pack of 5, probably a dollar...
tiffany & co. bracelet: gift from my husband
looking sneaky: even more fun than you think

Heart: Kimberellie

sober clown

After looking at my outfit pics today I decided that I looked like a clown in clown rehab. You know, a clown who is giving up his clown-ness? At first I thought: "Clown on a bender". But then I realized it was really just the opposite. I looked more like a toned down clown than a hopped-up one. A twelve step clown, a "I don't want to be a clown anymore; but I just don't know how else to be" clown.

So I'm not going to show you photos. Instead I am going to show you a picture of my kitchen, a picture of my feet, and another picture of my baby with a friend of mine because it turned out so sweet.

Here they are:


Okay, saying I looked like a clown in rehab and not showing pics is just sort of mean. Though maybe "looked" isn't the right word. Perhaps I should say "felt". So uh, here I am feeling like a sober clown:

Yuck. Really. I am so not into this outfit. It was actually much simpler earlier in the day: no belt (where I think I really went wrong), shirt untucked, and no necklace. But as the day wore own I just kept wearing more stuff. You know how that is? -you wander around your home and just throw stuff on? At least I do that. This time I probably shouldn't have. Um... I promise to get off the clown wagon tomorrow.

outfit details:

blazer, from winners: $30
shoes, from a clothes swap: free
belt, a scarf, thrifted: $2
necklace: I made it
glasses, vera wang, via clearlycontacts.ca: $68
jeans, energia: $100
shirt, thrifted: $3

Heart: Kimberellie

i will influence your id with my voodoo

under the couch: duplo block and baby baseball cap. pink stain: origins unknown

not actually a "pose". I didn't even know I had "flipped" my hair like this until I had uploaded the pictures. The camera was just set up to click click click. Which actually sort of worries me. Do I do this all the time??? I wonder if people think I'm some sort of hussy.

First off, I didn't forget, about my Aldo Bag Giveaway, that is. A couple of weeks ago I headed over to a random number generator, popped in the numbers and waited. The number that came up?-10. So I meandered over to my blog, riffled through my posts, and found out who was number 10. And now you are curious. So I will tell you: the ever lovely Snappy Q. Delightful, yes? Only Miss Q happens to be my sister-in-law. So I thought, oh dear, people will think it is rigged!

So I wandered back over to the number generator, popped in the numbers again and waited. Well, to my surprise POP number 10, again. So I figure it's fate. Either that or God likes me and knows that I am lazy and wants to encourage my laziness because this means that I don't have to mail the bag. I just have to wait a few days until Miss Snappy comes to visit (she does indeed live a province away, but as fate would have it, she will be here in a few days). Of course it could also mean that God loves Miss Q. But I prefer to think he is encouraging my laziness.

Nonetheless Miss Q will still have to abide by the rules and post on her blog the loot she receives in her bag!

I hope none of you think I rigged the contest. But if you do, that's okay. You may go ahead and believe that I'm a sneak if it makes you feel better about not winning.

As for the pictures: it's raining. So I thought I would do some indoor pics. This is the skirt I contemplated hemming here. Due to your advice I did not. And I am so glad now that I did not!!

I took the pics in front of my couch because crazily enough I haven't one blank wall in my house despite all my paintings currently living on the floor (desperately waiting to be hung mind you, calling to me everyday: "KIMBERELLIE HANG US ON THE WALLS!!! We don't like the floors! It's cold and lonely down here! We want to be hung and admired. ADMIRE US!". But I still haven't decided where to put them. So they can complain all they want. I'm not going to make unnecessary holes in the walls. They'll just have to wait.

I thought I would end with another pic of me laying down. This is my attempt at making everyone who visits here feel relaxed. It's sort of a subconscious psychoanalytical voodoo that should, if done right, influence your id and classically condition you to visit Kimberellie whenever you are tired and stressed out. Of course if you are never tired and stressed out and are actually too happy and relaxed my plan will backfire. So here's hoping you're having an awful day.

outfit details:

skirt, thrifted: $3
bow, from a shirt
t-shirt, roxy, thrifted: $3
socks, from winners: $3
shoes, aldo, thrifted: $5
couch, sears: $1000

Heart: Kimberellie

a day at the beach

H A P P Y

outfit details:

shorts, cut-offs, bluenotes: $10
shoes, kenneth cole, thrifted: $5
glasses, kate spade via clearlycontacts.ca: $68
sweater: my husband's
shirt, thrifted: free (I had a coupon)
tiffany & co bracelet: gift from husband
happiness: gift from God

Heart: Kimberellie

and tomorrow is another Saturday

I really do wish everyday could be Saturday. Well, actually, because it is May long weekend here in Canada, tomorrow IS another Saturday (for all intents and purposes*). Only there is church. But that's okay. In fact, that's even better. Because we go to a really super cool church. It's only completely awesome. Here's an example of some of the totally cool music we get to listen to every Sunday: A cover of Stop and Stare by One Republic.

Yep. It's pretty awesome. If you're really interested you can listen to the messages online here. And uh, yeah, this is a total shout out to The Meeting Place. Because seriously, it rocks. I haven't fallen asleep in church once while going there.

outfit details:

dress, thrifted joe fresh style: $3
shoes, naturalizer: $30
jacket, thrifted vintage: $4
knee socks, from winners: $3
bracelet, tiffany and co.: a gift from my husband
glasses, kate spade via clearlycontacts.ca: $68
vest, thrifted: $3
headband, scarf, thrifted: $2

Heart: Kimberellie

* For the longest time I thought the saying was "for all intensive purposes". It isn't. I also thought ethereal was pronounced: ether real. It isn't. I also used to think that we lived INSIDE the world. We don't. You see, I knew it was round and figured that if we lived on the outside we'd fall off. So really, what other explanation was there? btw, this is just the tip of the ice burg of "stupid things I used to think". One day soon I think I will have to do a post about all of them.

And I am just going to leave you with one pic of my husband and son. I thought it turned out really cool. And if you are wondering what they are so fascinated with, it was a swarm of gnats. Yes. Gnats. That's what I get for having a boy: bugs.

if only Will Waterhouse dug me

Today I was completely and one hundred percent inspired by Constance-Victoria. I was still lounging in my pjs when I went to her blog. And so yeah, I basically copied her outfit. It's okay to do this, right? Only she did it so much better than I did! And well, I admit, it wasn't a total copy. Because seeing her in cut offs and black tights reminded me that the reason I cut my jeans off in the first place was because I was dying to wear them with black tights.

And I had forgotten. Really. So her pics reminded me. Also, I think she looks like the dark haired female model that John William Waterhouse often painted. See what I mean?:


Alecto from Circle Meets Square reminds me of the blonde model Waterhouse oft painted:

paintings from jwwaterhouse.com

I think it is so cool that because of fashion blogging I get to "know" people who look like paintings. That makes sense right? If it doesn't it's because I am sitting all scrunched up in my computer chair. I have my feet on the seat. I think it's making me a little disoriented. Also I need to eat another bowl of cereal. The first one didn't take.

I must admit, I've always wanted to look like a "Waterhouse Girl". But alas, it will remain only a dream. Because I'm afraid I just don't. And I just can't seem to conjure up the narcissism and self-deception to think otherwise. Oh well. There are other things to aspire to. Another bowl of Cheerios for one.

outfit details:

shorts, blue notes, I cut 'em off: $10
shirt, winners: $3
shirt underneath shirt: I really don't recall
tights, from a friend
cardigan, winners: $5
pin, thrifted: $1
necklace, namaste: $17
shoes, vintage thrifted: $3
glasses, vera wang, via clearlycontacts.ca: $68

Heart: Kimberellie

--oh, and just to clarify: I'm not saying I'm not "cute enough" to be a Waterhouse Girl. Certainly I am not so humble as that. I'm just saying I don't look like the women he painted (one of which was his wife if I am remember correctly). I guess I'm just not Will Waterhouse's type. But I do love his paintings. Aren't they just absolutely divine?

i'm cooler than you are nanananbooboo

Nobody likes my glasses. I thought I should tell you all. Because you all like them. Which obviously means you have excellent taste (I can always tell excellent taste because it is the same as mine).

And by nobody, I mean nobody in real life. This is how I can tell: no one says anything. Yes, the absence of praise does mean the presence of dislike. Well, at least with new haircuts, glasses, and so forth, it does. Well, one friend said she liked them. But then she has spent a lot of time in big cities like NY and Vancouver and is more aware of trends. Not that they are especially trendy glasses, I don't think. To me they are sort of timeless. But uh, I digress.

Now what was I saying again? Right, they don't like them. My brother told me I looked like Bubbles' sister (a character off a very popular TV show here in Canada: Trailer Park Boys. Is it popular in the US?). That, by the way, was NOT a compliment.

But I really don't mind. Because I like them. And for the record: my sister-in-law likes them. My husband likes them. And well, you all like them. So really, everyone whose opinion counts (when it comes to fashion and the like) likes them. And also I know that everyone who doesn't like them now will like them in two years when my city catches up with the rest of the world. And because of this I can walk around feeling smugly superior in the meantime knowing that I am THAT much cooler than they are. But seriously (well, I'm not serious about the smugly superior bit*) it took two years for skinny jeans to catch on here.

I remember wearing them to work and having all the other girls (younger than me, btw) aghast and horrified that I would wear skinny jeans. Fast forward two years and they were all wearing them. There is a real lag in fashion in this town (though it is getting better among younger people I have noticed, probably due to the internet). Oh, right I should add: my mother likes them. And that counts for at least double points, doesn't it?

Succinctly put: I know I'm cool. I don't need anyone to tell me.

outfit details:

skirt, thrifted gap: $3
shirt, thrifted: $2
scarf, anne klein thrifted: $2
stockings, from a friend
cardigan, from a friend was her mother-in-law's
shoes, naturalizer: $30
glasses, kate spade, via clearlycontacts.ca: $68

Heart: Kimberellie

*I'm just joking. I really do feel smugly superior.

neck scarf strangulation 101

The second picture most accurately represents the colour of this skirt. I totally LOVE this outfit. In fact, I had a love affair all day with it. Starting in the morning and continuing, to well, now. One day we will have to part (today actually, bed time to be specific), but until then the romance continues. I suppose if I really loved this outfit I would sleep in it. But uh, I might kick my husband with the shoes. And that wouldn't be nice. And there's always the unlikely, but disastrous, possibility of strangulation by neck scarf.

And nobody wants to be strangled by a neck scarf. Or a robe belt. I actually have quite the paranoia about this. It's my mom's fault really. She would always ask when she "tucked me in": "Is your robe belt still attached?". And I would either say: "No" or have to take the belt of my robe off (for some strange reason I slept with my robe on as a teenager...and yes, my mother "tucked me in" until I left home at 18).

Anyway, in retrospect it is really quite hilarious. I mean, what did my mother think?-that the belt of my robe was going to sneak its way out of the belt holes and slither up from under the covers and wrap itself around my neck and then tighten? Like some sort of robe belt boa constrictor? What kind of possessed bathrobe did she think I was wearing?

Though I admit, I, to this day, can't sleep with anything long and belt-like in the bed. Just the other night there was a scarf of mine on the FOOT of the bed. And I couldn't sleep until I evicted it and shut it securely in a dresser drawer. I mean, if a robe belt can kill you, just think what a neck scarf could do! After all, the neck is its natural habitat. Which is the real reason I tie those suckers in bows all the time...

outfit details:

vintage skirt, v.v.: $3
thrifted scarf, anne klein: $2
thrifted t shirt, roxy: $2
thrifted shoes, aldo: $5
tights: from a friend
glasses, kate spade via clearlycontacts.ca: $68

Heart: Kimberellie

no suitable title could be thought up , so use your imagination

This is what I wore to the pool the other day. It was the same day I had the green skirt disaster. Also, I got a new bathing suit. Yes, yes I did. It's almost a neon teal and has a leopard print. It is a one piece, I admit, but a very stylish and dare I say...sexy? one piece (please don't read my blog male relatives).

Um, yes... What was I saying? Right, sexy. It is. And seriously, there are a few people I very much hope DON'T read my blog. But don't worry, not you. I'm glad you read it.

I may even one day post some pics of myself in my bathing suit. I'd like to say I won't ever. But as evidenced by my last post, I have no shame. So in all likelihood you will one day see my bathing suit clad bottom grace this blog. Try not to be too impatient.

Oh, and I am quite relieved/happy/surprised to find out I am not the only one who wears ruffle bum undies. Good for us ladies. Because it's a step in the "right" (ie. feminist?) direction to clad our hinnies any way we please, isn't it?

outfit details:

shirt, oakley, winners:
shorts, cut offs, originally bluenotes: $10
shoes, thrifted: $4
sunnies, juicy couture via winners: $150
undies, regular bum (as opposed to ruffle) la senza: $5

Heart: Kimberellie

"Pardon me miss, but I can see your bum"

True story.

Standing in the line for the change rooms at Winners today:

tap. tap. tap. I turn around.

Teenage girl (politely): "There is HUGE rip in the back of your skirt."

Me, immediately covering bum: "Thank you for telling me!!!"

Teenage girl: "I would want someone to tell me!"

Me: "I've been out for awhile and no one said anything!"

Yes. My bum was exposed for a good LONG while. You see it's the skirt. The zipper sometimes doesn't do up right. I don't always remember to check. So of course I was wearing my sheer undies. Thank goodness I wasn't wearing my ruffle bum undies (which I did consider wearing this morning).

Though, I don't really know which is worse. The ruffle bum undies aren't sheer; but they are ruffle bum (which really are meant to be worn by the under 6 set). So am I not just totally announcing to the world my complete lack of adult competence if my skirt has a huge hole in the back and I wear ruffle bum undies?

Yes, I know. The sheer underpants are worse. I'm just trying to make myself feel better and salvage what remains of my dignity. How blogging about it helps with that, I don't know.

outfit details:

suede skirt, thrifted: $3
shoes, thrifted: $4
cardigan, was a friend's mother-in-law's
shirt, winners: $5
necklace, thrifted: $4
glasses, kate spade via clearlycontacts.ca: $68
shame: I obviously don't have any

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. the ruffle bum undies in question are indeed an adult size pair (just in case you thought otherwise. that would be ridiculous. and uncomfortable. and embarrassing. also, I just wanted to say ruffle bum one more time).