Instakim

Hey y'all,

Just wanted to let you know we four Furnellies are now on Instagram if you want to follow along.

heart:

Kimberellie who is known as @missfurnellie on Instagram

ps. Don't worry, Miss V has a longer post in the works for anyone who is lamenting the lack of text in this one.

dress: calvin klein (super on sale $20)

jacket, danier: had it forever.  It's already paid for itself.  I swear.  It does houework.

boots: you can't really see them in the pic.  But they're there.

bag, vintaage doony and bourke: $80 bought online

the best thing since Sophie

V here again.  I don't have much to say other than: LOOK AT MY LEGGINGS THEY FREAKIN' MATCH MY DRESS!  Cool, cool, cool.  I think so. 

kisses!

V

outfit details:

dress: gap 

leggings: old navy (available in stores currently)

shoes: padraigs

hair clip: emma-bug bowtique

onsie (worn under dress): gap

ps. if something isn't listed as "available in stores currently" it's either because:

a. my mommy thrifted it.
b. my mommy bought it last year on clearance.
c. it was a gift.

So uh, sorry you can't just have your mommy order everything I'm wearing online, like SOME baby bloggers.  That just isn't how I roll.  My style is 100% unique fantastical.  That said, I'll let you know if you CAN buy it.  Because who doesn't want birdie leggings?  Because shucks, they're pretty much the best thing since Sophie the Giraffe (available in stores currently).

pps. no one has paid me for any product mentions in this post.  But they should; then I could go buy some of those mini-marshmallows I stole from the cupboard the other day that are no longer where they were and so we are probably out and mommy would love it if I bought some more.

Miss V in Sweater Leggings

Hi I'm BV. That's short for Baby Violet.  You can just call me Violet, or V, or Miss V.  Whatevs.  I'm easy. Actually, I'm not.  If you cross me I will fling myself to the floor and scream.  Earlier I was being Mr. Hyde.  I don't know who THAT is.  But that's what my mommy said.  And she thinks she's always right.  So I just go with it.  Unless of course I want to do something else.  Then I just fling myself to the floor and scream.

In other news, my mommy made me these leg warmers.  They are made from a sweater.  My mommy likes to do stuff like this.  I don't mind.  Unless of course she made me a pair in a colour I didn't like;  then I'd definitely fling myself to the floor and scream.  Sometimes I also like to walk around screaming really high pitched like.  But don't worry.  My mommy loves me.  She thinks I'm the greatest thing ever.  See?  The crying thing works.

kisses!

miss V

Oh right, here are some instagrams my mommy asked me to add.  This is when I escaped from the photo shot.  It was awesome.  

Blog news update too many words to read

I finally have a smart phone, an iPhone to be precise.  I'd like to say I'm the last person in the world to get an iPhone...but then I remember the world is really really big; and there are many people who don't even have enough money to feed themselves, nonetheless get smart phones.  So, you know what?  I'm grateful.  I am grateful that I have enough money for something completely unnecessary to life.  In fact, I have tons of money for such little frivolities   Starbucks, magazines, yarn.  Though compared to other people in the first world I would not be considered rich, I consider myself rich.  And most importantly  I consider myself rich in all the best things in life money can't buy: health, love, family.

And oh right, the point of this announcement was to mention my outfit photos are being downgraded to instagrams & hipstamatics because I am laaaaaaaaaaazy (okay buuuuuuuusy).

Now, let's stop being deep: I want to introduce you to my outfit: this sweater is AWESOME.  The Zellers in our town is closing and so I got a great deal (20 bucks).  But it is Merino Wool and well, AWEEEEESOME.  The snood (I even looked the word up to make sure I am using it right) I made myself (yep...yeah moi).

Here's what it looks like.  It's basically just a crocheted tube.

Also, I just got rid of a TON of clothes.  My new clothing philosophy is to buy LESS and pay MORE.  It's all about quality.  So actually, the sweater was quality and thrifty, which is the best of both worlds!  But yes, my clothes were beginning to give me a headache...overwhelming my life....attacking me at odd hours...lusting after my blood.  You know how it is.

In other news:

There will now be THREE of us blogging.  Yes, three.  I'll introduce us, okay?  Well me, you already know.  So I'll introduce the other two.

Firstly, BABY VIOLET!  Yep, she wants to blog.  And also, she's ADORABLE.  And look at those cute bloomers?  Seriously.  I figure years and years from now, even more than wanting to see my own outfit photos, I am going to want to see hers!

Secondly, Barbie.  Seriously.  You'll see.

Also, I'll be: writing less, not always listing outfit details, and generally slacking off more.  But there will be pictures if nothing else (and sometimes nothing else).

Heart: Kimberellie

Kisses: Baby V

Ciao: Barbie

Baby Blog

Hmmm...I'm outside.  Look, stuff on the ground.

I'm going to pick that up.

What have I got here?

Look!  It's a leaf!

I'm just going to eat that.

It's good!

Hi.  My mommy says it's never too early to start blogging.  And considering that she hasn't blogged for awhile, I thought I'd take over.  That's right!  This is now MY blog.  Yep, my baby fashion blog.  And if you don't think I'm really into this you should see me make my mommy put on all my different shoes at night (especially the pink sparkle ones, I luuuuuuv them...mommy says they're too small...but what does she know?  They're my feet!).

What I like best about this outfit is the really cool leggings that my mom made out of an old Gap sweater.  You can do this diy yourself...if you want.  I'm not going to post instructions because I'm only one; and my mommy says people can probably figure it out themselves (just think sweater into leggings...easy peasy).  You don't even need any elasitic if the sweater is already stretchy, just cut a rectangle out and stitch up the side (you can even use the sleeves!).

Um...yeah, that's all I got for now.

Peace out yo.

kisses,

Baby V

Outfit details:

Cardigan, Mex

Brown doggie onsie Gap

TCP skirt

Ugg Booties
bow: Emma-Bug Bowtique
 Leggings: made by mommy

Leaf: delicious

dryad

I've been living in this dress this summer.  And I don't mean "living in this dress" in the sense that fashion editors mean it when they say something like: "you'll just live in this skirt/dress/pant suit".  ei. you'll wear it a couple times a month (or less).  But really, truly, so much so that I have had to CHANGE out of it before going out because it's like the fourth day in a row and I am going to Value Village two days in a row (where I also "live").  And well, yes, it's very comfortable.

As for the title: HELLO SILVER PLATED CEDAR twiggies.  Or shall I say: "scale-leaf conifer earring".   Because it could be juniper.  I don't know.  I got it (and its mate) at a thrift store for a buck.  The very lovely, very English, owner told me they were silver plated tree twiggies (or what have you scale-leaf conifer/cedar/juniper/who knows/maybe you know?/earrings).

heart: Kimberellie

ps. I still exist.
pps. I hate my header.
ppps. I am thinking of blogging every Friday.
pppps. I wouldn't hold me to that if I were you.

 

Now that I've got you right where I want you

I'm pretty excited.  I'm pretty excited because it seems that no one is paying any attention to my blog anymore. YES, this is an occasion for excitement.  Because you see, when people are paying attention I feel beholden to them to well: deliver.  You know: the goods.  The stuff.  The interesting stuff.  Outfit photographs, coherent sentences, you know, stuff.  

But if no one is paying attention, I don't feel beholden.  Instead I feel free.  Frickenfantabulastic free!  Free to yammer on about whatever I want. 

Let's take a step back here.  I'll explain,

When I first started blogging I did it because I was full of inane nonsense that needed some sort of outlet.  So I figured I would inflict myself upon the world in general.  Only, I figured no one would pay attention except a few people who knew me in real life (and they do pay attention...but mostly leave me to my own devices...and I like that about them).  But ANYWAY, what happened was OTHER people started paying attention, people I had never met before.

And at first this was awesome.  It was awesome because I got to meet new people.  And I like that sort of thing.  Only, then I felt all obligated to visit their blogs. Which, actually, was also awesome.  Because I like reading blogs.  Only, then it was just too much.  Because suddenly I was a personal style blogger (which I never really intended on becoming) and I had all these blogs I had to look at (because I am unfailingly polite about "visiting back").  

And then I had another child.  And it really did become too much, too much to do at all.  At least too much to do at all in the way I felt I ought to.  And then one day I realized I was (barely) maintaining a blog that wasn't any fun for me.  I mean, SERIOUSLY, why the HECK would someone do that?  It's not like anyone was paying me!  And to be perfectly honest, I won't even be paid for something I don't think is fun.

So here I am now to tell you all (you all with zero expectations because no one is listening): that I am glad.  I am glad because zero audience means zero expectations means I can get back to where I started and start speaking nonsense into the ether again.

So that's what I am going to do.  Here's what you* can expect:

1. Random photographs I like.

2. Maybe some poetry finally (I don't care that no one likes poetry.  I like poetry).

3. Lists.  I like list, a lot.

4. Thoughts.  I have them.  They're in my head.  I can type them out.  

5. Photographs of toys.  

6. Photographs of me.
7. Book recommendations.
8. Oatmeal.

Maybe this will evolve into some sort of mommy blog.  Or maybe it will continue to be a mostly personal style blog.  Or maybe it will just be a personal blog.  The point is: I don't care  to do what anyone else expects.  And I know, I know, the expectations are mostly in my head, not yours.

But I guess I felt like explaining that I am going to veer sharply to the left now, close my eyes, pretend no one is reading, and enjoy myself.  Because that, in the end, is what I wanted from the beginning.

Heart: K

*dear husband, if no one else, I know you are reading.  And thanks for the tea.

photos:

1. Tim Horton's steeped tea, one cream one sugar.  It's my drug of choice.  Seriously, there is nothing better.

2. One of the best parts of having two children is having them love each other.  It's awesome.

photographs #1

My son and I.

I found matching shoes for V.

We like to play Barbies (the vintage one is mine...my son is allowed to play with her supervised!). 

Baby V's first sprinkler experience.  She went right for it.

<3 K

and everyone went on a walk without me (awesome)

Kicking everyone out of the house is my favourite.  Also I really like cookies.  Peek Freans Life Style Cranberry Citrus Oat Crunch is my cookie du jour.  They're pretty good.  Also they pretend they're healthy. And they probably are, sort of, healthier anyway.  But what was I saying?  Right, the people who live with me. They're gone.  I kicked them out.  They're just too noisy.  And they won't nap.  

It's awesome.  I don't know about you, but being alone is my favourite.  I also like quiet a lot.  Another thing I like is "uninterrupted".  Also, I'm partial to "absence of whining" and "lack of too many questions asked by toddler" (who, come to think of it, may technically be a "preschooler" now).

Yeah, that's all I got.  Now I'm going to go stare at pretty pictures on Pinterest.

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit details:

shoes, thrifted: $8

leather jacket, danier: $350

tights: $5

dress, BCBG: $11 (this dress is silk and was a total STEAL.  It's from Winners (tj max in the US) and it was super on sale down from 100 or so AND the original price tag was on it...$298...I kid you not...I almost feel guilty wearing it about so casually!)

I'm drinking Earl Grey tea with vanilla right now.  You should try it.  It's like a pretend London Fog.  It's awesome.

"awesome" count: 3

it really does.

another thing that makes me happy: sock animals.  That's right.  Click on the link and find out how to make animals from your socks (the ones that refused to be eaten by the dryer and continue to haunt your sock drawer and look at you accusingly whenever you refuse to wear them in mismatched pairs).

Should I change my name?

Okay, so here's my dilemma: I like my name.  To make things less complicated, I am going to mention right off that my name is NOT Kimberellie.  It's Kimberly.  Kimberellie is a nickname (which I also like).  But it isn't my name.

Here's another nickname: Kim.

Yes.  It isn't the name on my birth certificate.  So that makes it a nickname. And therein lies the problem: I don't like it.  I mean, okay, I sort of like it.  I don't mind it.  I certianly don't like "Kim" as much as I like Kimberly.  It has a syllable problem; there's only one.  So why don't I just ask people to call me Kimberly, you ask?

Well, being that I quite LIKE the name Kimberly, this should solve the problem of the less than exhilarating "Kim".  Well, it doesn't.  You see, the problem is, when people call me Kimberly it just seems SO personal.  I mean not "personal" like we're besties, but certainly as personal as if we're friends.  This is why I introduce myself to people as Kim: to avoid the shock of someone I don't even know calling me Kimberly, as if they were almost my bestie.  But see: sometimes I do become besties with former strangers...or at least friends.  Only, they then CONTINUE to call me Kim!

Anyway, this leaves me precious few people who call my Kimberly.  Really it is only a few family members and my husband (who actually more often calls me "Kimbee" which is not something I want anyone EXCEPT family and actual besties calling me...you've been warned).

So I have come up with a solution to my HUGE problem (that was sarcasm...really I'm just writing because I like to hear the sound of my own voice).*  The solution is thus: I shall introduce myself as an ENTIRELY different name altogether.  That way, if any stranger DOES become a friend I can tell him/her to call my "Kimberly" at that point.  You see, this doesn't work when I start off as "Kim" because people are lazy slackers and will continue to monosyllable me regardless of my preferences even if they change.

BUT, if I start of as say, "Georgina" and then switch to "Kimberly" backsliding won't come nearly so naturally.  Also, it will be a great way to tell if people really do want to be my friends as I will seem quite crazy at this point.


So here's where you come in.  I need help picking out a new "introductory name".  Here's my short-list:

1. Georgina (the husband suggested this.  I think he was kidding.  But I like it).
2. Paige (it's only one syllable but look at those side by side vowels!)
3. Henrietta
4. Audrey
5. Adelaide
6. Lisette
6. Prudence
7. Rosalind

Anyway, let me know what you like best!  Also, do YOU like the shortened for of your name?  Should I call you Henrietta?


Heart: Kimberellie/Rosalind

outfit details:

dress, gap: $8

shoes, vintage: $8

stockings, vintage (NEW in pack): $1

belt, jacob: $20

leather jacket, danier: $350

*I always speak out loud when writing (because my voice is so melodious).

We have a crawler on our hands! and floor!

So baby V took her first "crawl" today.  It was pretty much cuteness personified in the crawlness of her little leggies and all that moving forwardness.  I'm pretty stoked.  I think she was interested in being earlier than average (9 months is average) and she'll be 9 months in a few days; or more likely she just really wanted my car keys (the "crawl goal").

My son crawled at 7 months...but he did the commando crawl (dragging his belly like a commando).  Baby V has decided on the "traditional crawl"; I figure she is either too elegant for the commando crawl, or her belly is just too big!.  Anyway, it's awesome because I think crawling babies are cute. I like to watch the cute little bums of cute little crawlers.

Oh, and so this post isn't excruciatingly mundane (or maybe I'll be making it worse) I thought I would tell you some of Violet's nicknames:

Baby Girl
Baby V
V
Vi
Chubba Bubba
Kitten
Pokah Bear
Biddy Boo

I like to nickname.

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. she's not as blond as she looks here.  In fact, she's brunette.  For some reason she looks quite golden in this pic...probably the photo filter.

outfit details:

pink onsie dress, old navy: $5

diaper, superstore: 170 for $25

Don't throw books, ONLY throw balls!

This is the first in a series of posts hereafter aptly titled: "What I'm Reading, Yo".

Yo.  Here's what I'm reading: Dreams of Joy by Lisa See.  Now here's the problem: it's a sequel.  Yes, I hate sequels, they make me want to cry and scream and possibly throw things.  Wait a minute, that's not true.  I LOVE sequels.  I love trilogies.  I love series-eys, I love BOOKS.  So that can't be the problem.  But I'll tell you what is: the first book.

The first book, Shanghai Girls I loved.  I really did.  Also I hated it.  You see, there was this really really sad part. And when I read it, I had to throw it across the room.  I had to.  You'd have understood if you were there watching me read.

The problem isn't that I'm a reformed book thrower (I'm not, throwing books is one of the chief pleasures in my life).  The problem is: I'm reading the sequel on my e-reader.  I'm sure you can put two and two together: I don't want to throw my Kobo.  As my three year old son would say: "That would be TRAGICAL!"

I'll let you know how it goes (whether I am forced to throw it or not).

I wonder if: "thrown in a fit of fury" is covered by Kobo's warranty?  I think it would be funny to call and ask.

"Oh hello!  Yes, I had a question: Is "Thrown in a fit of fury" covered by my warranty?"
"Pardon ma'am?"
"I threw my Kobo.  Is that covered?  I can assure you, it wasn't an over-reaction."
"Were you reading the fourth book in the Twilight series?"
"No.  It was a Lisa See novel."
"In that case, sorry.  No.  But I am authorized to put a ten dollar credit on your account to go toward your next e-book purchase."
"But my Kobo is smashed!"
"Ma'am, I have to take a piss now." click.*

Yep.  That's how it would go down.

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit details:

hat, men's Gap: $22

boyfriend jeans,  buffalo: $8 

shirt, Gap: $7

shoes, vintage: $8

bracelet, tiffany & co.: gift from my husband

*don't you hate it when people call you "ma'am"?  It makes me want to slap the offending person silly.  Or throw an e-reader at them.  Have YOU ever thrown a book?  I can't be the only one.  If so, do tell: which book?

nonsense and vintage what I did today

Wednesday:

garbage day

day in the middle of the week day

I went to the park.  I went to the baby group/kid group (strong start).  There were snacks.

My tights got a MILLION runs in them.  It was crazy.  I am not made for tights.  Or maybe I should just buy better made tights.

I went to Tim Hortons.  The kidlets and I ate bagels.  They didn't have an jalapeno bagels.  bastards.  That was a bad word.  Don't tell on me.

I'm a blog-a-man-iac.

Sometimes I spend the whole day in my pajamas.  Don't get any misconceptions.


heart: Kimberellie

the photo is from 2 and a half years ago.  I still own every article of clothing.  I think that's awesome.  I'm going to do this sometimes, post old pictures.  Because I'm fly like that.

I'm trying to think of a really clever nonsensical title. BATMAN!

I can't decide what I want to do with my blog.  But I do know what I don't want:

1. I don't want to spend more than a half an hour a day on anything blog related.

2. I don't ever want my blog to become wildly popular (I know, this may SEEM strange; but it isn't.  I'm lazy/busy/selfish(?). And the less people who care/pay attention to my blog, the more I can be a slacker/do whatever I want)

The thing is, I want to post stuff.  Stuff I write, stuff I think about, photos of clothes with me in them.  Pictures of my kidlets.  I don't know, STUFF.  I don't want to have a purpose, point, or action plan.  I don't want to be involved in blogger communities, or have sponsors (unless people are begging to give me free stuff, than by all means).  BUT you know, I don't want it to be WORK.  Not work in any shape or form or what have you.  They key here is laziness people. It's a "must-have".

You see, I just want to occupy my little part of the interweb selfishly and aimlessly.  And if anyone wants to come along for the ride (which may or may not come to a grinding halt suddenly and without warning): welcome.  But be forewarned: I am doing this strictly to amuse myself.  There will be no naked photos.

heart: Kimberellie

photos:

a. vintage, never worn: $10

b. it's a zebra.  really.

c. when toys come alive I take pictures.

ps. I'm on Facebook now.  Well, as a page.  Not as a me, but as Kimberellie (she's my alter-ego).  I figure this way all my non-blogging peeps can know when I post, yo.

This post could also be titled: "How I take my jacket off"

And that's how you take a jacket off.  And then you can just hold it like so:  *

THIS sweater.  I LOVES it.  Seriously, love with an S.  That's how I feel.  Sometimes I bring it into bed with me; and we snuggle.  The husband got it for me for Valentine's Day (yes, that stupid day that no one who is IN a relationship cares about but is somehow very important when you are NOT in a relationship and in the end, for me, is just an excuse to get a present).

A little more about the jacket: it's more of a sweater.  A sweater jacket.  It's 100% wool, hand spun, hand knitted.  The wool isn't over-processed so it retains a lot of its original lanolin making it water-proof.  And it's really really warm.  It's called a Cowichan Sweater (made by the Cowichan native people on the island I live on...now you can use your smarts and figure out what island I live on). Mine is fun because it is hand numbered and registered and not a cheap knock-off (not that I don't like cheap things...I do...but in this case real is better).

Anyway...because you wanted to know ALL about the sweater.  I know you did.  I just have wanted one forever!  And you know how that is?  Like a Chanel 2.55.  I want one.  One day.  I told my husband to get me one for my fortieth.

We are going to have to start saving tomorrow.


Heart: Kimberellie


ps. I totally got this Gap sweater for 12 bucks.  And then I looked under all the sticky price tags to see the original price: 64.95.   I think 64.95 for this sweater is a lot of bullsh__t.

pps: I'm smiling at my children in the photos.  Baby Violet seemed especially pleased that I was having my picture taken.

outfit details:

cowichan sweater: gift from tall handsome man

skirt: gap $10 (?) or 5, can't recall

sweater: gap $12

tights: I don't know.  cheap.

shoes: vintage $8

*actually, it took a bit to figure out how to hold it.  Holding sweaters is not my forte.

I quit Facebook. You I still love.

I wanted to drop everyone a quick line.

1. I quit Facebook.  I didn't "unfriend" you.  I love you.  All of you: those of you who have asked me if I unfriended you, and those of you who just assumed I did.  I loveale uvale you.

2. But now I have to go.  I have no time.  I have one hour a day to myself.  That hour isn't now.  seriously, chaos has erupted.  gotta go.