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

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  it...like 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.

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!

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

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

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.

cutie pie sundays 5

the most beautiful person I know

heart: Kimberellie

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

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: mmmm....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!

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.

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

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.  must.sleep.now.

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

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