Kimberellie Miss Furnellie

I am going to try to blog once a week

2011-11-11T12:53:00.000-08:00

Isn't she adorable? I think so. Fashionable, adorable, MINE. Yep, mine. And she'd better not forget that when I attempt to arrange her marriage.

Not only is she adorable, but she apparently has no qualms showing off her bloomers.

Pregnancy Review & I still like you but I just can't talk right now

2011-08-26T17:21:00.000-07:00

There are just TONS of photos I didn't post while I was pregnant. But they were taken; which should actually be quite apparent to you as you had to scroll through them all to get to this sentence. But yeah...I pretty much rocked pregnancy. I'm not too particular about the blue dress with the leggings...well, I like the clothes, but I'm not too particular about the pictures. I just wanted to show you how gigantic I got. Also, I like how in the very last pic it really looks like I'm holding a ball!

And yes, I KNOW I promised you my postpartum style. And I will. Soon. Maybe. But FIRST--a disclaimer, namely: I can't comment. I can't. I can't comment back if people ask a question. I just don't have the time for it. I barely have time to blog!

So I have been thinking about this, and I thought: well, I could just disable comments on my blog so people don't think I'm some "too good to comment back more stylish than thou" blogger. But then I thought: "But no, that won't do. Don't I hate it when I can't comment on other people's blogs?" And of course I do. Because when I don't have a baby in my arms I can't help but add my two cents.

But you see, I almost always have a baby in my arms. Or laundry. Or spit up all over me (how that stops me from commenting on other people's blogs is beyond me...I just figured you were interested). So here's the deal kittens: I don't talk back. I heart you. But I haven't the time. So if this bothers you and makes you feel like you are talking into space (is this an expression? is this the expression I'm looking for?), or if it makes you feel like I'm a big snob, then you can just commence to ignore me--close your eyes and click your merry way somewhere else in the blog world. I don't mind. I promise. I won't be offended. I won't cry.

It's not that I don't visit you though (as you may notice by my ever so infrequent two word comments, no capital letters, no punctuation). They are one handed visits. Most often my right hand. The other hand is holding onto a baby. I guess it isn't really my hand that is visiting you (like Thing in that show...or is it "It"?). I digress (am I using this expression correctly?).

This post is degenerating into nonsense. Let's sum up:

1. I post.
2. I don't comment back because I am busy with kidlets...not because I'm a b----- (just guess).
3. I like you.
4. I want chocolate.
5. Umm...that's it. Wish I could be a better blog friend. I do! I do! But I can't.
6. Maybe I'll eat some chocolate chips.

Heart: K (See? I don't even have enough time to write my full name...wait a minute...umm...don't think too hard about this last little bit).

Mommy's Little Dress-up Doll

2011-07-23T14:52:00.000-07:00

This is my daughter's first dress. OH! How I love those words: "my daughter". I think every girl imagines having a daughter one day (or well, most girls). Certainly I imagined it. And so when I had my son first it was surprising to me that I could no longer imagine loving a daughter. I was just so (and still am) enamored with him.

"Why would anyone want a daughter when they could have a son?" I wondered.

But now that I have a daughter as well, all my former mother-daughter imaginings have come to full bloom; and my mind and heart are full of anticipated joys: prom, french braids, barrettes, mother daughter spa days, doing our nails, shopping (if she doesn't like shopping I may cry), little dresses, her wedding!. Oh yes, I'm EXCITED. I guess because I am a daughter myself I can imagine so much more than I can with my son. I've never been a son. My heart for his future is full of joy, yes; but it so harder to imagine his perspective. So it is exciting to be a mother to a daughter.

A friend recently asked me who I loved more. And the question startled me. I hadn't thought of that. She pointed out that I had known Soren longer, and I knew more about him, so shouldn't I love him more? And in some ways you would think that would be true. I remember falling in love with Soren (and still I do) every couple of months all over again as he grew older and became more (and there was more of him to love). Yet as logical as it would be, I don't love him more than her.

You see, I love Soren more now that Violet is born. And I love Violet more because of the love I already have for Soren. In fact, I love everyone more. I love you more. I love perfect strangers more. I love my husband more. I love God more. I just love more. My heart has widened beyond what I knew possible. It's like when I fell in love with my husband: it opened my heart up to everyone and everything. And now that I have THREE (!) very favourite people, my heart is even wider.

I think true love is like this. It isn't exclusive. It never comes at the cost of another love. Any real love will cause every other love you have (of anything at all, be it painting or people) to expand. So there is never any comparison.

I love each child more because I love the other. And it's wonderful.

dress: carters, gift from marilynn

cardigan: please mum, gift from auntie crystal

tights, gap: 2.99

booties: were my husband's when he was a baby

quilt: made by nana (husband's mom)

Heart: Kimberellie

8lbs 9oz of CUTE!

2011-07-20T18:32:00.000-07:00

Violet Louise Furnell 8lbs 9oz July 15th dark brown hair--BEAUTIFUL

Well, this will have to be a short post considering I have a baby on my chest.

Violet Louise Furnell(ie) arrived in the world at 2:36 am after 1.5 hours of active labour and 45 minutes of pushing (because you want to know this right?). Well, I am telling you anyway. Because I am darn proud of myself! She came out sunny side up (they are not supposed to come out this way!). And yes, apparently I did an awesome job because sunny side up babies usually end up in emergency c-sections. At one point I remember someone saying something about "assistance" (ie. vacuum or forceps) to which I said: "No f___ing way!" At the time I didn't know she was sunny side up so I had no idea why they would even be suggesting this. And yes, I had the epidural. And it was WONDERFUL (all you ladies who have had "natural labours" props to you...but I couldn't bear it...it was unbearable...even though it was my goal...still my accomplishment is not diminished! So all you ladies who have yet to have babies--don't think your accomplishment is any less no matter how you do it: c-section, assistance, epidural, etc...we all still rock).

But yes. I am triumphant birther, life giver extraordinaire. It was quite a contrast with my son's birth which was LONG (13 hours hard labour) and excruciating. So I feel pretty fricken' empowered. Not to mention they didn't turn the epidural off without telling me this time! So yes. It was a truly wonderful experience. But all second time moms: get your bumps to the hospital asap. Unlike me...who waited too long...because heck, one and a half hours? That's a BIG difference from 13.

And as for baby Violet? She is AMAZING. She SLEEPS. Seriously, 5-7 hour stretches at night. And she's only 6 days old! And don't worry, she's still gaining weight...twice as much as she needs to actually. But yes, also don't hate me too much: I've paid my dues. My son would wake every 2 hours at night to nurse for the first TWO months (and after that not much better). I recall my fervent wish when he was little was to sleep for JUST three hours in a row...please...please...please. Not to mention that he didn't start sleeping through the night until he was 25(!) months. So yes...if your child doesn't sleep, maybe your next will. And no matter what anyone tells you, it isn't your parenting. Because I haven't done anything differently.

Well, one thing I did differently was pray my entire pregnancy that "please please please may she just SLEEP!" and "please please please may my labour be EASIER!" So yes. It worked. Props to God. ;-)

Well, that was actually rather long. But I think I am just so darned excited. And I am so incredibly in love with this little girl. My heart is full. I am very very grateful. And I know how very blessed I am to have two beautiful healthy children.

Heart: Kimberellie (with a baby in her arms)

ps. in the picture she is only four hours old.

we made baby hats.

2011-07-10T22:54:00.000-07:00

The husband and I. He did the basic hat. I did the embellishments. I have two days until my due date. Due dates, I learned with my son, mean nothing. If you are ever pregnant you will want to know this. Nonetheless, we made hats. Here they are! That's Bigbaby in the third and fourth photos. She wanted to try them on. We're not especially creative with baby doll names in our house! We have, Babybaby, Bigbaby, and Baby Zee Zee. Bigbaby is really big. Ummm....I think I'm too tired to blog.

ps. thanks for all your sweet comments on my last post! Except of course whoever just said: "u r huge". Which was probably one of my brothers. So I am not offended. But nonetheless, not really what a pregnant woman wants to hear. I know it was one of you. I KNOW!

and the winner of cutest pregnant woman is: ME!!!*

2011-07-03T19:57:00.000-07:00

I actually have tons of photos (well, maybe 7) that I COULD be uploading. But I am not. But I will. Only not right now. Later. I am tired. I need to fold laundry. Or eat ice cream. We'll see.

Hey, also, I'm 38 weeks pregnant. Actually, closer to 39 at this point. Let's just say: "I have ten days left". Because I do. Are you getting excited? I am. I am. I am. I am. And in case you are wondering why I am not HUGE in this picture, it's because this is me at 31 weeks pregnant. Wow, I am behind on blogging. Also, I'm hungry. Ice cream it is.

Heart: Kimberellie Miss Furnellie with a baby in her belly

* I'm not vain. I'm adorable.

too tired to even make a real title is this one?

2011-05-27T17:37:00.000-07:00

I'm 8 months pregnant. I have:

2 months to go

that's

6.7 weeks

47 days

a heckuvalotta hours.

So, um...I'm around. Sort of. Or more like: I'm round. Yes I am. Getting up off the couch these days is trouble. So is it any wonder I am not blogging? Nooooo...no wonder here. And I am consoled by the fact that I do not know any pregnant bloggers who are on their SECOND child and keeping up with blogging (but if there is one, if you are one, if you know one, do tell...I'm interested. I'd have to ask: "how do you do it?").

So yes. I'm just popping in to say I probably won't be popping in very often. BUT, despair not. I will probably upload some photo only posts this week because hey, I actually have some photos stocked up on my camera. Though I don't think I will be taking many more in the days to come because, gasp, yes, I'm about to say it: I just don't care. I am too pregnant to care.

ALSO, I will most certainly be posting pics of baby girl Furnellie when she arrives. YES INDEED. And then maybe a few postpartum pics (they are never pretty...but maybe it will be fun for you ladies to see the progression from "ahhhh I just had a baby and I still look six months pregnant!" to postpartum fabulous (several months later, I may add).

Oh, and if anyone is curious: I've gained a beautiful 35 pounds. Mostly in my squishy (fabulous) tushy (at least it seems that way to me!).

Okay. Must go lay down. This was way too much work. ;-)

Heart: Kimberellie

dismal, really, Kimberellie

2011-05-04T16:01:00.000-07:00

Wow, I update a dismal amount. I think I will try putting up the photos (which are still being taken...and edited...just not uploaded) and that's it. I haven't anything to say.

Well, here I will tell you what I did today:

park.
lunch.
nap.

That's all I've got. I'm too pregnant for blogging I think. Also, I am at the nasty stage where you have trouble breathing (due to hormones and squished lungs...very normal, don't worry, still very annoying). So I like to lay on the couch a lot, when my son lets me, that is.

Also, no outfit details. I refuse. I am too pregnant to list things. Also, I have been wearing a lot of the same lately; because I am running out of clothes that fit. ACTUALLY, this here shirt has become a "belly shirt": as in a "bare your belly" shirt. So I will no longer be wearing it. This has happened to a lot of my stretchy, bought specifically for pregnancy shirts. It worked with my son (buyng regular shirts in stretchy). Not this time. I think they aren't making shirts as long as they were in 2008. Bad them. Pretty soon I am going to have to go around naked if this keeps up. But don't worry. I'll still post pictures.

heart: K

29 for 29 I'm feelin' fine

2011-04-25T22:27:00.000-07:00

Okay so I have so many unposted posts. Most of them are rants or boring. Maybe there is one good one in there. I don't know. So instead you get this. HEY, here I am! I wear clothes still. I swear.

Soon I will do a post about all the cute BABY clothes I have been stockpiling. Yes, stockpiling. Should I feel badly that my yet to be born daughter currently has more clothes than my two year old son? NOOOOOO. Because boy clothes are hard to find. Well, cute ones at least. They're all so lame with trucks on them and cartoon characters and blech blech blech. Or loud obnoxious colours. Yes. I am baby boy clothes snob. I can't help it. They could be cuter.

That said, frick do they ever make cute sleepers for boys! Yes, boy jammie jams are ADORABLE. But girl sleepers? Oh, not so much. They are all five different shades of pink (AT ONCE) add some embroidery to that and maybe a frill and ta da!: total ick garish yuck. Mind, Toys R US has some adorable little girl sleepers. But heck no am I paying 20 dollars for jammie jams.

I'm in my jammie jams. You should see my baby belly. It's fricken' adorable. You'd want to rub it. I know you would. It's that cute. Yup, I'm adorable. In my jammie jams. I could just package me up and use me as low cal sweetener. Well, maybe high cal. Definitely high cal after all that easter chocolate (oh bunnah how I lovah to eat your ears!).

And hey! I'm right on track to gain what I did with my son (40 beautiful pounds). I'm 29 weeks and I have gained 29 pounds! GO Kimberellie! I know the "recommended" weight gain is like 25-35...but uh, I'm a non-conformist. Well, technically with my BMI it's recommended that I do gain 40 pounds...so does that make me a conformist? That's it! I'm going for 45 just to show those know it all bossy you know whats up. Because no one has any right to tell a pregnant lady what do to.

ESPECIALLY YOU, blank blank guy outside the dollar store who said: "Healthy snack hey?" to me as I munched on some chips. Well ____ _____ you jerk ____. Especially after I just saw you buy a coke, a chocolate bar, and another chocolate bar! Pfffbt. A bag of chips was the healthiest food item they had; and I was HUNGRY. And what they heck is wrong with chips? I'm gonna go eat some now.

Heart: K

outfit total: $84

shirt, rw&co: $8

skirt, old...really really old

shoes, vintage, I put ribbons in them: $6 (new pregnant lady trend: don't bother to tie your laces)

hat, vintage: $10

tights, gap: $8

cardi, winners: $5

bracelets, winners: $1 each

bag, volcom: $25

little boy: diy

the first cup with cream and sugar: after that black

2011-04-12T14:56:00.000-07:00

I haven't posted a lot (okay, at all) lately; because I just haven't liked my outfits. This one I liked. And I think it shows in my adorable cuteness. I can say that because lately I have been feeling less than adorable cute (not that any sort of modesty has stopped me before). But yes, being pregnant is annoying when you have to try on five things in the morning before you find one that fits. Just because it fit last week, doesn't mean it's going to fit this week.

This grrs me. But yeah, here I am contented with an outfit. So here I am. I bought this sweater at Gap for 3 dollars. It's men's XL. I like it. A lot. I love extra large tops. Only now they don't really fit extra large anymore. And sometimes I just look square in them. That's what you want to avoid most of all when you are pregnant: looking square. Not square as in "uncool", but square as in the shape. Yup, square. I much prefer to be more of a triangle. Or maybe a hexigon.

And hey! Because I probably won't post tomorrow (given my track record as of late), I want to tell you: tomorrow is my son's second birthday!!! So happy birthday Soren!!

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit total: $508.25 (yikes)

jeggings, jacob: $20

shoes, naturalizer: $160

men's shirt, gap: $3

jacket, danier: $300 or so

head scarf, thrifted: 25 cents I think

feeling cute while carrying a basketball out front: apparently worth 500 dollars

the only thing to do if you find mommy's lipstick: try it on

Here I am. I thought you might need a bootie fix

2011-03-30T14:21:00.000-07:00

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I bought these booties for, I don't know, a couple pennies? You see, I don't know because I was at a church garage sale. And there was this table FULL of baby clothes. And the ladies kept coming around saying: "All you can stuff in a bag for two dollars!" And I kept saying: "But it's all little girl clothes!". Yet they kept insisting. And then they changed the sign to all you can stuff in a bag for 1 dollar. So I bought some baby girl clothes.

I bought two bags actually. But I only paid for one (because I forgot about the other). I don't feel bad about this forgetting. I'm pretty certain if I stood there a minute longer they would have changed the sign to everything you can stick in TWO bags for a dollar.

But yeah, awesomeness, hey? And it is all REALLY nice stuff. And lucky for me 5 months after this sale I found myself pregnant (this is me thinking: how can I phrase this delicately?). And 4 months after that I discovered the baby in my belly is a little girl baby (but I knew...or else I wouldn't have bought those baby girl clothes...I'm not THAT compulsive of a shopper ;-).

So yes. The point of this story? Other than that I am awesome is: if it's a good deal, buy it. No, actually this story SHOULD be about a bootie fix. You see, they were rather ho-hum baby booties until I flipped the tops down and put in a new ribbon. You can do this too. Little booties like this can be found at many thrift stores (or other handmade baby clothes that need simple fixes like better buttons or ribbons). This of course begs the question: "Who is donating handmade baby clothes?". It makes me sad. It makes me ESPECIALLY sad when I see crochet blankets at thrift stores. Do you know how long it takes to crochet a blanket? A LONG TIME. It makes the crocheter in me just livid. And you don't want to see a crocheter livid. Not when she is holding a number 9 hook.

ummm...next post: the baby blanket I'm making?

BYE!

my husband cuts my hair now

2011-03-16T13:47:00.000-07:00

Something I JUST noticed today: my hemlines are slowly creeping up as my belly is getting bigger. Looking at Sunday's post I was aghast: "Really? That dress is THAT short now? Oh dear!" But uh, if you've got it, flaunt it. ;-) Mind you, I think I may have to turn that particular black sweater dress into a sweater tunic. And in the third trimester that sweater dress will certainly become merely a sweater.

Sweater dress + Pregnant = Sweater - dress.

Pregnancy leads to a lot of addition that, in the end, is really subtraction.

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit total: $31

sweater, thrifted: $4

silk scarf, adore this scarf: $10

dress, thrifted H&M: $6

tights, joe fresh style: $3

shoes, vintage thrifted: $8

headband: found it in my closet

ps. I do the captions in photoshop.

pps. I know the baby girl background is pretty horrid. It's only temporary fun. I promise. ;-)

a dikerent kind of post.

2011-03-13T14:28:00.000-07:00

That's how my son says different: "dikerent". I could have spelled it a dikerent way; but I'm feeling prudish today. Must be because I'm wearing cotton underpants.

I want to start posting more often. So I have decided to try posting differently. I've seen several blogs lately with, gasp, text on the pictures (specifically Girl and Closet--hey your rock). And I really like it. So I'm trying it. Here, watch me try it.

Heart: Kimberellie

so many toes and I can't eat them all

2011-03-02T14:15:00.000-08:00

I'm just going to just ramble on because my son could be up from his nap any minute now. HEY! This Sunday I am picking up my pottery from the kiln. Yes, it will be fired and glazed and LOVELY. Did I not tell you I took a pottery class? Well, I did. And I'm pretty bad at it, if I do say so myself. I'll get better though. I know I will; because I'm motivated. I'm motivated by pretty pottery. I made all my bowls blue and green.

I don't believe in other coloured pottery. SOME people were making RED bowls, and BLACK bowls, and BROWN bowls. I just couldn't understand why anyone would want pottery that wasn't blue or green (though I like grey as well, to be perfectly honest). Now that I think of it: why the heck do I only like pottery in three different colours? That's actually much stranger than liking it in many colours.

I'll take pictures when I have them in my greedy little mitts. And it's awesome too, because we only have three cereal bowls. So we need more, if we're ever to have guests over for cereal.

Which we will.

This dress and this cardi were from the End of Clearance Sale at Winners (yes, it deserves the capitalization). They were 5 dollars each. I like cheap. Even better than cheap I like free. I thought you should know this about me.

Alright. I am truly too tired to blog. Also, I just want to remind everyone I have a Formspring account. You can feel free to ask my intimate and racy questions there. I won't mind.

My nose is cold.

outfit total: $28

tights, christmas gift from husband

necklace, christmas gift from sister-in-law

boots, winners: $18

dress, winners: $5

cardi, winners: $5

chanel sunnies, gift from Lee

Heart: KIMBERELLIE!

is it a boy or girl baby? I KNOW! I KNOW!

2011-02-25T22:04:00.000-08:00

Okay, I am going to blog quick because I feel like it. And for some reason I have been on the computer all day. Okay, not all day. I went out. Twice. I cleaned. I played with the little man who is always about. Yes. It just seems like more than usual.

HEY! I went to a sale today. No, not today, Thursday. I bought stuff. A LOT of stuff. I bought 20 assorted articles of clothing. Yes. 20. Crazy. YES it is. All for the cheery tune of $84 dollars. Really. Even crazier. Do you want to see the clothes? Probably. Well, I don't want to photograph them. I am not that cool (motivated). Maybe my husband will help me tomorrow. We'll see.

But WAIT A MINUTE KIMBERELLIE! Why are you talking about CLOTHES? Didn't something ELSE happen on Thursday??? Didn't you find out what flavour baby you are having? Why yes. Yes I did. Now that you mention it, I do remember finding this information out.

Do you want to know? I suppose you do. Well then, in that case, I'll tell you:
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FLAVOUR: BABY GIRL!

Yep, pretty soon I will have a blog partner. Yes, I do intend on showing the world my baby girl all dressed up with no place to crawl!

Okay. Now I am going to read about Rand al'Thor. Yes. That's right, I'm down with that.

outfit total: $45

cardi, from Lee

boots, from winners: $18

purple velvet skirt, jacob: $20

tights, ardene: $3

shirt, thrifted: $4

hair bow, a scarf: 25 cents

brooches, assorted: cheap

Heart: Kimberellie

maniacal poncho

2011-02-22T21:30:00.000-08:00

I like this shawl? poncho? cape? WHAT THE HECK IS IT? I think it's a poncho. But that's just me. That's just me in a super shawlesque poncho cape. Yep. Here I am: capified. Ponchified. Shawl-ED. I like it. And I got it for a dollar. How's them bananas? Ripe I bet. Ripe and yellow. Not like those nasty green bananas that were in the store all winter and wouldn't for their little banana lives turn yellow and ripe-ify. Nasty things.

I also like my leggings. Super special, hey? I got them for 8 dollars. That's 7 dollars more than my poncho. They are purcle. That's how my son says purple. Did I mention yet he can count? Well, kind of. He does know his numbers 1 to 10. He seems to really like numbers. He points them out wherever we go. "Three! Three!" he'll exclaim when we are in the number three check out at the grocery store. My husband says it's because he has accountant genes in him. I'm not so sure; I'm still set on him being a world famous fashion designer.

Notice the bow is in my hair again? It will be there for awhile yet. Or something like it. The hair is getting longer. Mine hair. Mine. Also another phrasing I have picked up from mine son. Not my hair. MINE hair. It's cute. I'm cute. I know. But right, I was saying: I'm going to grow it out. I hope it is still curly. You may think this is a strange hope considering, why wouldn't it be? I just cut it; I didn't alter my hair gene structure. But uh, for 25 years of my life it wasn't curly. It wasn't curly until I started dating my husband then it WAS curly. Suddenly. All of a sudden. Very curly. Corkscrew ringlet curly (don't bother to look at the archives...short hair has ruled for all of blog history). But yes. Curly. No apparent reason. So far as I could tell. STOP USING FRAGMENT SENTENCES. Anyway, I figure if it could just go curly for no reason at all, it could also just stop being curly, right? Maybe. Hair is crazy. It's maniacal. Or maybe I just like to say maniacal (in my head. I'm saying it in my head!).

atrocious grammar and punctuation, Kimberellie. Go to bed.

outfit total: $47.25

poncho, thrifted, hand made: $1

boots, via winners: $25

socks, ardene: $3

leggings, via winners: $8

shorts, also via winners (I like winners): $5

gloves, cole haan via winners: $5 (the rest of the things have their own brands too. But I'm too lazy to check)

grey cardigan: gift from Lee (I haven't forgotten your parcel! I haven't!)

bow, a scarf I tied in a bow ;-): 25 cents

black shirt: clothes swapped

Heart: ME

ps. I just noticed I'm like a Houdini. Facing forward...just Kimberellie. Turn to the side: BAM! There's a baby bump! Yep. I'm MAGIC.

inspiration hello creation babies and photographs

2011-02-19T22:09:00.000-08:00

Meandering around on Chictopia makes me want to get dressed. I would LOVE to be more creative in the way I dress. Hello, that site is inspiring. I just adore the clothes and the photos and well, I LOVE it. Yes, I love clothes. I love pictures of clothes. I love wearing clothes. One day, I think, when all my children are teenagers I will go back to school and get a degree in Fashion Design. Wouldn't that be awesome? Oh, yes it would.

You know, I think I'd like to work for a fashion magazine best. I'd like to write about clothes. I'd like to test drive clothes. Mmmm...I am salivating just thinking about it! That said, I probably won't. More likely I will write a novel or paint a series of dramatic semi-abstract forest paintings. Yes. I want to do THAT. I want to do a series of tree paintings. I love to paint trees. On water colour canvas, with collage, pen and ink, gel pens, sparkle!. Mmmmm....I am salivating just thinking about it!

Apparently it has been some time since I have done anything more creative than dress myself. But it is hard to be creative when you're only free time is mostly consumed by sleeping. Yesterday for an hour of my son's two hour nap, I napped too. Last night I went to bed when my son did. So yeah. There hasn't been much time. Well, at least I haven't been awake for it.

But cry not nonmother types who aspire yet to be so! It isn't like this all the time. And one day it will let up (when I am not pregnant and have children instead of toddlers..right?). And for the time being, by golly, I think it's worth it. After all, what's more creative than raising children? You know that feeling when you look at something that you have written/painted/styled/photographed/crafted/sewn, that feeling of: "Wow, I did that? AMAZING." Well, with your child it isn't like that at all. That example is a poor shadow of the beauty, astonishment, pride, and deep joy that comes from even simply staring at your child's perfect profile.

Sometimes I would paint a picture and I would look at after and think: "There is no way I made this. I am just not that talented/able." I very often felt this way, actually, as if there was a true magic behind the art. When I look at my son I glimpse that magic even further. When the sun falls on his eyelashes, just so, I see very clearly the magic of the world beyond seeing, and the brilliance of a God beyond knowing. For me there is no denying that life is infinitely meaningful and ultimately beautiful when I look at my little boy. So I can wait to paint pictures and design clothing. In the meantime, I intend to enjoy being inspired.

outfit total: $40.25

quilted suede boots, winners: $25

leggings, winners: $8

dress, winners: $3

shirt worn under dress: clothes swap

scarf tied as a hair bow, thrifted: 25 cents

silver necklace, thrifted: $4

brooch, gift from husband, tilly bloom

tiffany's bracelet, gift from husband

silver ring, gift from husband

Heart: Kimberellie

what is kimberellie up to?

2011-02-12T18:30:00.000-08:00

Well, I thought I would post and tell you all what I am up to.

Not much.

During nap time (my son's) I often nap. When it isn't nap time, I am not blogging. I am not on the computer. I am not really doing anything useful (sometimes I am cleaning). If anyone here has a toddler, she will understand. Well, unless your toddler doesn't object to you being on the computer (either by grabbing at the mouse and saying: "Done!" or by saying: "Mommy lap?"). Either way, I figure when my son's awake we should be playing with toys.

Then there's night time. I sleep then. My son goes to bed before me, yes. But not long after I am in bed. So that basically leaves very little time for, well, anything.

Things I'd like to do:

1. Make a baby scrapbook for this baby.
2. Finish crocheting the baby blanket.
3. Make an owl pillow.
4. Paint the tree pictures I have in my imagination.
5. Sculpt the clay sculpture I have in my imagination (which I will actually do, because I will have a chance to fire and glaze it easy peasy if I get it done by Thursday).
6. Blog.
7. Organize my house.
8. Organize my closet.
So yeah. I'm not doing any of these things either. BUT, I am still taking photos for this blog (it'll be fun later to see what I wore when I was pregnant). And I fully intend to post them all eventually. And you will see pictures of the baby when he/she is born. And around the end of this month when we find out the gender, I will pop in to tell you all. But, otherwise, I wouldn't expect a lot out of me if I were you (I certainly don't). I'm very tired. I like to sleep. I'm like a bear right now. Grrrrr. Pregancy hibernation has set in. I'm just going to eat chips and enjoy it.

outfit total: $51

silence and noise sweater dress, thrifted: $12

sequined leggings, winners: $3

naturalizer shoes: $30

cardigan, winners: $5

curtsy brooch, tilly bloom: Christmas present from husband (super cool stuff here)

deer brooch, thrifted (it was garish and gold and red and green and I spray painted it silver): $1

Heart: Kimberellie

a sneeeeaaaak peeeaaak

2011-02-06T17:46:00.000-08:00

I can't post long as we are going to the toy store any minute now. I have to buy my Scheile animal toy. I mean, MY SON'S animal toy. I buy one a month...for my son. Stupid little plastic animals are at the very least, 4 dollars (I think they go up to 8 dollars...depending on the toy). And anyway, HEY! I'm back!

I started this. And then I left. And then I came back again. And look here I am, with a brand new piggie! Pretty fricken' cute, hey? But uh, yeah...you probably don't want to hear me go on about little plastic animals. So how about a sneak peak?

A Sneak Peak (into the life of Kimberellie):

Currently:

The husband is cooking homemade mac and cheese for dinner.
I am backseat cooking: "Remember don't put all the cheese in the sauce...layer it!"
Soren is scavaging for food in the cupboards and bringing out dozens of boxes of mini raisons. He is also playing guitar (sort of).
I am writing a blog (yes, in case it wasn't apparent).

Previously:

Came back from the toy store, the grocery store, and Liquidation World.

We bought:

A piglet. A baby bottle (one of those ones that "magically" empties). Soren insisted on the baby bottle. So far he has fed both his baby dolls but refuses to feed baby ba ba (a lamb stuffie) even though I insist Ba ba is hungry. He REALLY loves baby dolls. It is so fricken' cute.

Baby clothes from LW. Okay, so this is exciting, I got a red STAR WARS shirt for my son. It is SO COOL/CUTE/AWESOME. I love Star Wars. I got some other stuff too. Baby stuff. For babies.

I hear:

"Butter cheese!!!! BUTTER CHEESE!" This is Soren yelling for soft cheese on a cracker (not actually butter...he just thinks it is...and as a result has actually taken a bite out of a REAL block of butter). He also thinks banana bread is chocolate cake (why, I do not know).

The sound of my husband cooking.

Next up:

I am going to put some pics on this blog post and publish it.

After that:

Clean up the blocks that are all over the living room floor and kiss someone little all over his sweet little face.

What have you been up to?

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. if anyone wants to give me their old/sell me their old Scheilch toys, I'd be okay with that.

outfit total: $ 192

shoes, naturalizer: $150 (what was I thinking?)

tights, joe: $4

skirt, Jacob: $20

scarf, gap: $16

sweater, thrifted: $2

and because the bump showeth not very well in these pics:

noooo! baby in belly! nooooo!

2011-01-31T12:50:00.000-08:00

When I first told my son there was a "baby in my belly" he was quite upset by the idea and said: "Noooo!" and "all done!". Now that I have done a little more explaining, and now that a friend of mine's belly baby is "out", he seems quite pleased with the idea. He now kisses my belly and seems happy when I tell him about the baby in there.

This makes me wonder: at first was he misunderstanding me? Did he perhaps think I was going to eat him? Because that would be definitely something to object to. I wonder. Or maybe he thought I was going to put HIM in my belly and he figured, "Nooo! It would be TOO squishy in there!". I can't be certain. Sadly, I will never know. By the time he is old enough to question on the matter he will probably have forgotten his initial misgivings. Either way, just to be clear here, I never intended on eating him. Anyway, he tastes like yuck.*

outfit total:

wool sweater (heavy lovely brilliant beautiful) thrifted: $20

sweater dress, from winners on clearance: $5

cat shirt, yes that's what that is, f21: gift from sil

leggings, actually long johns (REALLY) but they look like black leggings! bought them years ago

socks, ardene: $3

boots, on clearance: $20 (down from $200!!)

scarf, made by my step mom: gift

grey sweater: gift from Lee

I am so tired writing this right now I may fall asleep on my keyboard

Heart: Kimberellie

*when I pretend to eat my son's feet or what have you, this is what I tell him: "Yuck. You taste like baby. I don't want to eat that Tastes like yuck." He thinks this is HILARIOUS.

yes, I'm a slacker. no, I don't care.

2011-01-29T15:21:00.000-08:00

It's not that I'm sick anymore. I'm not. I'm just lazy. I just don't care. STOP! Don't say such things Kimberellie! Of course you care! You LOVE us! And yes, I suppose I do. But also, I'm like: "meh...whatevs, I'll post lata peeps" (because I talk like that in real life).

I think it's a pregnancy symptom: the not caring, that is. I was this way with my son. You know how there's that voice in your head that cares if you: let people down/don't fulfill obligations/don't do anything constructive in a day/etc? Well, I don't have it anymore. It's gone. POOF. Seriously, I am getting my husband to buy me the new Sims (one of only two video games I actually like) so that I can just play video games the entire time my son naps. And will I feel guilty about this? Noooo.

But non-pregnant Kimberellie would. Non-pregnant Kimberellie is constructive. She gets stuff done. She blogs. She cares if she hurts your feelings. Pregnant Kimberellie only cares about these four things (and in this order):

1. Her son.
2. Eating.
3. Sleeping.
4. Her husband.

Yes. I have become entirely family and self focused. And I swear it is hormonal. Because I am NOT like this. I am annoying. I annoy myself when I am not productive. I scold myself when I think I have said something that *might* have offended someone I know. I have that annoying inner monologue that tells me I should be "ahead" of wherever I happen to be.

But not anymore! And I gotta tell you: it's very freeing. It's like being on vacation from yourself. And self, non-pregnant self: I would rather you didn't come back. I would rather spend the rest of my life not getting anything productive done and playing video games.

But alas. It is not to be. I will most certainly go back to being my productive and useful/helpful self. But that's okay. Because when that happens I will (hopefully) have the time and energy to be the me I was, again. For now I am happy to be the slacker me I currently am. It's nice. It's my favourite pregnancy symptom. I can't imagine how tired I would be if I wasn't like this, if I had the same drive/ambition/sense of obligation to others, that I usually have.

So uh, if I'm a slacker getting back to emails, comments, telephone calls, etcetera, I'm sorry. But also I'm temporarily insane; and the guilty centers of my brain are currently not functioning. So don't expect too much from me. Because it just ain't happin yo.

outfit total: $79

shirt, winners: $3

cardigan, winners: $3

skirt, jacob: $20

white tights, thrifted new: $1

red tights: $6

shoes, naturalizer: $30

scarf, gap: 16

bump: a lot more work than you would think

heart: Kimberellie

Kid's Refurbished Play Kitchens

2011-01-14T15:50:00.000-08:00

I want to make one of these:

Check out the before:

images via: Giggleberry Creations click here for the whole diy

This kitchen was inspired by this kitchen:

Before:

After:

From Sutton Grace (a totally AWESOME blog)

And there's THIS kitchen:

Before:

After:

From the Blog Come What May

And last, but not least (though smallest) THIS kitchen:

Before:

After:

From The Land of the Oz Fam

If you see anymore of these, let me know, because I would LOVE to add them here. Yes, I have become a little obsessed. But it's natural. Hopefully pretty soon you will be seeing one I made. Yes, you heard me. I have refurbishing on the brain.

Wait a minute, during the writing of this entry, I found another:

Before:

After:

From Vintage Songbird

I told my husband it is a "lifelong dream" of mine to make a child's play kitchen. He thought this was a funny lifelong dream. And I suppose maybe it is. But it is TRUE. It really is a life long dream of mine to make a child's play kitchen!!!

Want to look at even more play kitchens? Go here.

PS. I am officially a slacker blogger. I am sorry. I blame it on pregnancy hormones. And I wanted you all to know: I still keep up with your blogs (unless you don't have one, then I just spy on you the old fashioned way); but I am not commenting as much because I don't like sitting in the computer chair. Though there are plans for a more comfyble chair. So perhaps it will get better!

As always, much love, HEART: Kimberellie

Disclaimer: If any of these lovely kitchens are your creation (and your picture) and you don't like that I've put your picture up here, tell me, and I will take it down. But I warn you, I might cry a little. Because until the weather is nicer and I can start refurbishing my own kid's kitchen on the patio, the next best thing I can do is collect them here! And isn't it a lovely collection?

a year in review

2011-01-09T15:59:00.000-08:00

I was going to have a clever title like: "Jumping off a bridge" or "Because everyone else is doing it". But I decided those titles weren't really that clever after all. And the real reason I am posting my favourite outfit from each month isn't because everyone else did it (though they are/did/you know what I mean); but it's because I am still lacking in current pictures and health. So this is my form of slacking.

January

um...I can't find a picture from January. So just imagine me how you would like to see me (in a giant yellow bird suit...I bet).

February

March

April

May

June

July

August

September

October

November

December

Not likely. I spent the month sick with baby. As in, sick due to a belly baby. But worry not, it is letting up. I hope. I hope. I hope!!

Some things I realized while doing this:

wow, I own a lot of clothes
can't wear THAT anymore
hmmm...that would look cute with a baby bump
april was a GOOD month
I must have been temporarily insane all May
I like shorts
my hair looked awesome pink
my baby has lost his babyness!
I can't believe those shoes are worn out
yikes. I wore that?
gosh I miss having a waist.
I could still wear that!
having a bump in a high waisted belt crazed fashion moment isn't ideal
clothes, I will miss you.

Heart: kimberellie miss furnellie (with a baby in her belly)

Family Portraits

2011-01-03T19:04:00.000-08:00

I wanted to let you all know that I am going to get back to regular blogging VERY soon. It is just so darned hard right now to get any photos taken when I feel like: "blech, yuck, I don't care." So I thought I would pop in for a second to show off some of the professional family photos we had taken this fall. Also, you now all get to see what my husband looks like. I recall someone commenting that you wanted to see some "hot man pictures" of my husband. This made me laugh my head off.

All pictures were taken by Sherri McLeod and are copyright Sherri McLeod Photography.

Heart: Kimberellie

kimberellie miss furnellie (with a baby in her belly)

2010-12-23T17:55:00.000-08:00

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).

just a wee break

2010-11-29T22:18:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-25T14:37:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-22T12:00:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-18T12:51:00.000-08:00

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.

2010-11-16T14:22:00.000-08:00

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)

2010-11-15T22:25:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-14T21:25:00.000-08:00

the most beautiful person I know

heart: Kimberellie

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

a kimberellie public service announcement

2010-11-09T08:30:00.000-08:00

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

2010-11-05T22:17:00.000-07:00

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

2010-11-04T14:28:00.000-07:00

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

2010-11-03T11:34:00.000-07:00

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

2010-11-02T10:34:00.000-07:00

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

cutie pie sundays 4!

2010-10-31T13:59:00.000-07:00

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

heart: Soren

ps. mommy has a matching sweater.

dear diary: entry #4

2010-10-28T13:05:00.000-07:00

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. ;-)

dear diary: entry #3

2010-10-27T11:00:00.000-07:00

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

dear diary: entry #2

2010-10-26T12:00:00.000-07:00

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 _____)

dear diary: entry # 1

2010-10-25T11:00:00.000-07:00

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

shoes, naturalize-naya: $200

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.

cutie pie sundays (three)

2010-10-24T23:38:00.000-07:00

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.

dear diary: next week will be better

2010-10-22T23:06:00.000-07:00

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?

computer mice are tasty

2010-10-20T11:30:00.000-07:00

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 Naturalizer.com 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

Mommy Monday? -NOSE!

2010-10-18T19:09:00.000-07:00

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 time...like 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.

Cutie Pie Sundays 2

2010-10-17T08:09:00.000-07:00

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.

about Kimberellie

2010-10-14T16:25:00.000-07:00

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.

you are a soul

2010-10-13T11:00:00.000-07:00

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

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

2010-10-12T15:29:00.000-07:00

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

~~Clean.~~
Watch Sex and the City.
Eat donuts.
Garden.
Sew.
Read.
Write.
Read blogs.
Edit photos.
Organize my closet.
Talk on the phone.
Make crafts.
Yoga.
~~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 holiday...so 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).

misrepresenting myself

2010-10-11T07:00:00.000-07:00

So today was supposed to be "Mommy Monday". And it will be...next week. But not today. There is this great quote:

"A man would do nothing if he waited until he could do it so well that no one could find fault." ~John Henry Newman

My new job is to remember this. So often in life I find myself waiting for perfection, waiting to produce something that is faultless. Suffice to say: I don't get a lot done. ha ha ha. But I'm serious. I don't get as much done as I could. Perhaps it would be best to say:

"My life contains a myriad of half done masterpieces hidden in closets and under beds."*

And I'm pretty sure that I'm the person who said that. Though I could probably say it better. So don't quote me on it until I perfect it. I'll get back to you. About that. I mean. You know what I mean. I hope.

What was I saying? Right. Perfectionism. It's nasty. I don't mean to be a perfectionist. It just likes me. I mean, perfectionism would like me if one was to personify perfectionism thus making it able to have desires and preferences. Which would be weird. And now I am making even less sense than before.

Here's a quote I made up as a teenager (I like quotes...have you noticed yet?):

"Doing anything less than your best is misrepresenting yourself."

Yikes, hey? Double yikes considering I was only seventeen at the time I came up with that pretty little idiom. Because you know what? It isn't always true. If I did my best ALL THE TIME, that, I think, would be misrepresenting myself. I mean, people would start to think I have got it all together. They would think I'm brilliant and flawless and do my dishes without fail before I go to bed every night. They would think that *gasp* I make the bed every day!

Well. I would like people to think this. But it just isn't true. Because the truth is: I'm not always doing my best. I don't have the time, energy, or motivation. But guess what? No one does. And maybe that's okay. Maybe it's okay to do your best "considering". Considering:

you're a mom
you work
you really really wanted (as in just had to) to stay up until two am watching Sex and the City
you have a headache
you couldn't find your car keys

you're human.

So how about this:

I'm going to do my best sometimes. But most times I'm just going to share the me I am with the you you are.

This post doesn't feel especially finished; but I'm going to stop now. Because I don't feel like writing anymore.

outfit details:

grey jeans, rw&co.: $1.95

vintage crochet cardi: gift from Lee

scarf: gift from Lee

shoes, naturalizer: $30

heart: Kimberellie

*I think it's about time I took them out, dusted them off, and hung them on the walls.

The price tag from my pants. It was just too good of a deal. I had to take a picture.

cutie pie Sundays (numero uno)

2010-10-10T22:57:00.000-07:00

the post where Kimberellie wears too many patterns at once

2010-10-08T19:00:00.000-07:00

It's a little hard to be overkill when it comes to the whole mixing prints trend. But bear with me: I'm trying. This here is my attempt. Grrr (that's the leopard print talking...it starts to sink in when you wear enough).

What I really would LOVE to wear with this outfit is a pair of leopard print shoes. Now THAT would be so overkill I would have to come up with a new colloquilism (vampirekill?). But seriously, I hear that "minamalism" is "in" right now. Yes, "less is best" is in. How horrid. Kind of. I mean, sometimes I find that I am a real fan of minamalism, like when I have to get ready to go in fifteen minutes because my husband is

leaving for work and if I don't get dressed soon and drive him I will be without the car for the rest of the

day.

Thus: minimalism, ei: jeans and a hooded sweater. Yes, Kimberellie wears hoddies (very.very.rarely). That said, the more I talk about it, the more I think about it, the more I read Vogue magazine articles about it (Oct. issue, where they make the long flared pants look really really good) the more I want to try it. I can't help myself. It's fashion mind control. Because, really, I'm a fembot with no brain of my own.

Or else I just like to say fembot. Or else I just like to try new things. Or else I'm really a minimalist at heart. Scroll up to the photographs again for the real answer to that last question.

outfit details:

scraf: gift from Lee

skirt, thrifted: $3

hose, ardene: $3

shoes, thrifted lady footwalker: $10

shirt, winners: $5

belt, jacob: $20 yes, my belt is the most expensive thing I'm wearing.

grrrrheartgrrrr: Kimberellie

so many things to tell you (mostly nonsense I assure you)

2010-10-08T18:45:00.000-07:00

There are so many things I want to tell you about....

I started Christmas shopping. And I intend on being finished by the end of October. Yes, I have become "one of those" people. I swear I never used to be. It's the baby's fault (he loves to shop). Either that or it's too stressful to try to get it all done in December. You decide.

I want to start collecting statement jewelery instead of fine jewelry. Like this stunning pearl and silver ring from Kate Spade (although nastily they do not ship internationally). Or maybe a yellow gold ring from Birks or a silver one.

Oh, and I like ALL of these (seriously check them out, awesome prices and so dreamy bauble-icious).

I bought curtains for our bedroom. They don't match. Each other. Seriously. $7 dollars a panel instead of $70? How could I say no? And yes, I will one day post pictures.

Canadian Thanksgiving is this weekend. Some things I am thankful for: my husband, my son, my family, my friends, shoes, my church, perfume, this book, YOU, Gauguin, that Elle Canada AND Flare BOTH came in the mail today..

I also want to tell you how I HAD SO INTENDED on sticking to my new blogging schedule this week but was waylaid by "surprise! you have no internet!" (we went away, they had no internet, for shame!).

I promise next week will be better. There will be more Kimberellie in it. And I'm good for what ails you (so they tell me).

Heart: Kimberellie

beach outing

2010-10-07T07:30:00.000-07:00

outfit details:

cape, thrifted: $10

skirt: from my mother in law

hose, black lace tights over black opaque tights: $10

silver charm bracelet, tiffany & co.: gift from husband

resin bracelets, smart set: $2 for both

metal bracelet, le chateau (bought several years ago): $4

shoes, thrifted vintage, eaton select: $8

Which is your favourite photograph? I like the one of my son looking out to sea best. And notice in the last photo: sort of like "Where's Waldo?" but with someone cuter.

i'm in love

2010-10-01T14:50:00.000-07:00

With these shoes. Look: LOVE. Come on, admit it, you're in love too. It's love at first sight, isn't it? Sigh. But WAIT. Wait a minute. Just a second.

OH NO!!! What do you mean "sold out" in my size? What do you mean sold out in my size on the Canadian AND the American websites??? What do you mean sold out in my size EVERYWHERE? Because I was waiting for you to go on sale! I've loved you since I first laid eyes on you a month ago!! But I loved you..!

When I first saw you, I spoke of you on my blog with sneakiness*. But I did not want to post a picture. I was greedy for you. I didn't want the other style bloggers to see you and buy you and love you before I could. I didn't want you to be sold out! I was paranoid-I was right! Because now, now my story is a sad one.

HA! But wait a minute! It is not a sad story! It is a TRIUMPHANT story! Because in the ninth inning suddenly I FOUND you! Yes. In MY size (ten by the way, for anyone who is interested). Stop it Kimberellie! You are ruining the rising action. And also, don't use baseball metaphors when you know nothing about the sport! What was I saying?

Right: rising action. I found you. Rather, WE found one another. And lo and behold there was only ONE pair left in my size.

"Quick, husband, (first love, now replaced by shoe love) hand me your credit card!" Click click click...and ten minutes later: MINE ALL MINE! Rejoicing! Dancing! Laughing. Hugging. Happiness. Ours. At long last we are united (or at least we will be in 8 to 10 business days).

This is a true love story ladies. I hope it has brought you the joy it has brought me. Quick now if you want a pair of your own to dance with (er...in...I mean in). So haste, go here. Because true love may be yours yet (that is if you have different size feet than me...if they are the same size...I am truly sorry, seriously I am....suckers).

heart: Kimberellie

shoes, naya by naturalizer: $140 (way way way way more than I would usually pay, but come on. LOOK at them...unfortunately now I can't shop for two months).

* Seriously I didn't post a picture when I saw these a month ago due to paranoia. I was so paranoid that everyone who saw them would want them. HA! I was so right. And now things (ie. shoes) are safe at last...my precious.

new blogging schedule (mark your calendars cuties)

2010-09-29T23:49:00.000-07:00

Hey, so I am thinking I am going to try (try being the operative word) a new blogging schedule. I think it will go something like this:

Mommy Mondays (the day where I interview a mommy--possibly YOU)
Tuesdays: An outfit post where I ramble on as per usual.
Words on Wednesdays: posts WITHOUT pictures where I write about something (gasp, I know, shocking!)
Thursdays: An outfit post where I DO NOT ramble on as per usual (so no writing at all!)
Fickle Fridays: where I am fickle and may or may not post. So try not to cry tears of disappointment and thwarted love when I don't.

What do you think? Do you think you could handle so much Kimberellie? Do you think you would miss me on Wednesday? I mean, I would be here still. Only there wouldn't be any pictures of me. Just writing. You know, type type type words; and punctuation and stuff like other words and bad grammar and that sort of run on sentence hey where's your hyphen stuff. Question mark?

You see, tt just takes so much time to do photos and content every day. And I sort of want to post something every week day. Only I haven't much time being that I have a baby (and have to watch Sex and the City every afternoon...I mean....clean every afternoon...shhh, I think they believe me). So! -This way it would be about the same amount of content, only stretched out over the whole week. So think of it like: no less jam, just a bigger slice of toast (the week is the toast, I'm the jam...raspberry to be specific).

Any other ideas? Anything you want to know about me? See about me? Hear about me? (besides me in my ruffle bum panties...I've got tons of requests for pics of that already....and the answer is a firm...maybe).

What about Cutie Pie Sunday? I could post a picture of my cutie pie? What, did you think I meant ME? Because I am a cutie pie. I know I am. But I am not THE Cutie Pie. That's my son. He's got me beat on the cutie pie front for sure.

Okay. That is all.

outfit details:

dress, joe fresh style, thrifted: $6

belt: from my mother in law

cashmere cardi, daniel bishop: $150

shoes, naturalizer: $30

tights, ardene: $3

silver necklace, thrifted: $4

long necklace, thrifted: $1

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. the pics aren't pixalated, the dress IS. Cool, hey?

i thought I'd look at you for once (hey, you're cute)

2010-09-27T23:20:00.000-07:00

Yep. Here I am looking at the camera. At YOU. And I have got to say: you are looking good. Sexy really.Thanks. I appreciate it. You getting all dolled up to read my blog that is... It's for me right? You're not going on a date or anything after this; are you? Because I thought we had something. Something special.

Today I gave a friend a cheque for some Norwex cleaning supplies (very cool stuff). And anyway, in the memo line I wrote: "For being sexy". I don't think I am capable of writing a cheque without writing something silly and/or untoward in the memo line. Even to my mother. So watch out. If I ever write a cheque for you, the memo line may specify that the cheque is for:

Kittens
ruffle bum panties
earwax removal services
naked cheese
spanking
a lot of buttons
smooches
happiness
putting the toilet seat down
the hit. you know the one I mean. thanx.

Now onto other things.

Say, did you notice my skirt? Well, notice. Bet you didn't know I got it for FREE. Yes, free. I redeemed my chic points for this. It's by Alyssa Nicole a very talented independent designer. It is handmade; and it is FAB-U-LOUS (and did I mention FREE?). I really love the shape of it. It just pleaseth me muchly. Oh, muchly.

And notice my cardigan: I just got it dry cleaned. And it is fuzzy nubbley-er than ever (cashmere...so very fuzzy numbley). I picked this up about 7 years ago to the not free tune of $150 dollars. But for 7 years worth of wear, I have got to say: still a good deal. And lucky moi, that wrap cardigans are so "in" right now. If you are reading my archives please scroll ahead seven years to moi still wearing said cardigan and being totally "out" (a place I plan to be in 7 years ;-).

That is all.

So here's me looking at you- baby. Try not to fall in love with me. It'll just make things awkward.

skirt: Alyssa Nicole (redeemed with chic points...ie FREE!!!)

shirt, thrifted: $3

hose (isn't it fun to call tights: "hose"?) joe fresh style: $3

shoes, naturalizer: $30

necklace, smart set: $1

cardigan, daniel bishop (bought 7 years ago): $150

Heart (but not in that way...okay, maybe): Kimberellie

i love YOU more than ME

2010-09-23T23:15:00.000-07:00

I admit it, I sometimes go to my own blog, look at it, caress the screen with my eyes, and grin. My son points and says: "Mama!" I point and say: "I'm cuter than cute." It's not that I'm vain (okay, maybe a little vain). But really, it's more that I'm pleased. It's fun to have something all your own on the interweb that other people seem to like. Though I'm fairly certain I would still be enamored with my blog had I no followers (as I was in the beginning). Though it is nice to know I'm not the only one enamored with myself (you think I'm cuter than cute, I know you do).

That said: I like you more than me. Visiting you, caressing your blog with my eyes, reading your words, admiring your style (and taking notes). Because hey, as much as we all like to look in the mirror and say: "Good job on that make up application, boy you look great self!" isn't it more fun to sit accross from a girlfriend and admire her taupe nail polish whilst catching up on the gossip?

Because that's what all this style blogging is about, isn't it? Virtual coffee dates? I usually blog during nap time, a time when I cannot go out for coffee. So I stay in for it. And I come and visit YOU. And let me tell you: I heart you. I do.

Now let's get to the good part. I just recieved the sunshine award from the ever stylish and uber cool Annebeth of the Styling Dutchman. And now I am going to pass it on. And because I hate putting links in my blog (yes, I am that lazy), I am going to make it more fun and tell each person why she is getting this award (and also something about underwear...you'll see).

Vintage Vixen because she gets better deals than me!
The Laundry Narrative because I think we would be rocking our leather shorts at the play park together if we didn't live thousands of miles apart!
Skinny Buddha because she has such a unique and amazing style.
circle meets square for being so ethereal, beautfiul, and fascinating!
required2beinspired for always inspiring me with her creativity.
Fashion Confessions of a Mommy because she does so many fun things with her family and looks fantastic doing it! I am always impressed by her optimism, enthusiasm, and seemingly boundless energy!
MODELmumma for never failing to make me think.
Sophiasa for being sweet and lovely and fun.
Starship Narcissus for looking so great in art museums...and taking her wee BEAUTIFUL girl along!
Bon Chic Bon Gastronomique for cooking good and looking good (oh, not funny, but seriously, this girl can cook!)
La Ville Inconnue for always looking so sweet and stylish and lovely in their vintage clothes.
bravegrrl for being beautiful and poetic and sharing the beauty and poetry that is YOU with the world.

Now you ladies know the drill: pass it on if you want, say it's from me if you want, ignore it because you are too lazy to put links in your blog if you want (so guilty of this myself).

Though if you do get around to accepting it, how about we make it a little fun and you answer this question for me: "What's your favourite pair of underwear, and why?"

I'll start (just to be fair): my black ruffle bum ones. Because they are comfortable and ruffle bum. And it is just so much fun to say ruffle bum. Try it: ruffle bum.

ps. if I didn't give you an award and you wanted one, it's not because I don't love you, it's because I'm lazy. And the only thing I really dislike about blogging is putting links in. Ugh. I'm always surprised that other people don't seem to mind this. I just find it so irritating!

But you I don't find irritating; you I,

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit details:

jacket, vintage thrifted: $5

skirt, thrifted: $3

shirt, gap: $12

shoes, naturalizer: $30

socks, the dollar store: a dollar

bracelet: gift from Lee

tiffany necklace: also a gift from Lee (Miss Lee do you realize I wear something from you at least every second day?;-)

belt: my husband's tie

beret, nine west: $1 (there is a matching scarf you will be seeing soon if the weather doesn't start being more polite).

post more often Kimberellie! or I will get you,

2010-09-21T16:22:00.000-07:00

with my getting!

I'm trying to post more often. That's what I say to my son. That is, I say: "I'll get you with my getting." I don't say: "I'm trying to post more often". Because I have no idea why I would say that to my son. That would be weird. Speaking of my son, look!:

Pretty frickin' cute, hey? I think so.

now would you look at THESE BOOTS?

I will have them. I will. I will have them. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. And explosion! (of excitedness) over wanting boots. But how shall I pay for them? Oh dear I don't know how!

Because I also want:

Alien, the perfume
another pair of leopard print tights (not grey, but regular leopard colour)
Princess by Vera Wang (I am sort of perfume obsessed)
a pair of shoes I won't mention here in case everyone goes out and buys them and they get sold out in my size because I am waiting for them to go on sale (yes I am that kind of paranoid).
a kindle. kindle. kindle.
hm...I swore I wanted more stuff than this. Seriously. I'm a stuffaholic. I love stuff. STUFF!
tea? yes, well I can have that one. I can. I have about 6 mugs of tea a day. It's fantastic! This next mug will be my fourth mug. Or should I say cup? Or cuppa? Well I am gonna hava cuppa of teaa soona.
Also, I want a cookie.

Okay. Now I am done listing stuff. Thanks for visiting. You are special. And I am special. And tea is special. Doesn't that make you feel special? Being right up there with tea?

Obviously I've gone a little crazy. But that's okay. Because I love my jacket.

This jacket: awesome no? I got it for FIVE bucks. Nice! Pretty! Great condition! Vintage! Jacket! for five bucks? Pray tell how Kimberellie? How didst thou scorest such an awesome deal? Here, I'll tell: it was priced at $ 25 and I said: "That seems kind of expensive. Can I have it for less?" And then the lady marked it down to five. Yes. I have mad negotiating skills...or I maybe I am secretly a vampire and I "glamoured" her. Or actually, you see me out in daylight a lot... So that story won't stick. Would you believe that I'm a Jedi?

outfit details:

vintage wool jacket: $5

shoes, naturalizer: $30

tights, ardene: $3

shirt, from winnners: $5

hairband, smart set: $3

bracelets, assorted thrifted: 67 cents each

Heart: Kimberellie

Happiness is not having what you want, but wanting what you have. ~Ludwig Wittgenstein

get your Monday socks on and get out there

2010-09-20T13:38:00.000-07:00

It's finally happened. I've run out of things to say. Really. I've been trying to write this blog post for almost 24 hours already. And this is all I have come up with: lamenting my lack of inspiration. Not especially original, is it?

Let's talk about my shoes, how about. Nice, hey? I think so. I picked these babies up to the tune of 8 dollars. Thrifted, yes. Vintage, yes. New? Yes, actually, they were new (as in never worn) until I put them on my pretty little feet and took them out for a stroll.

In other news, look: a hairband. Fetching, isn't it? I have decided that fetching will be my word du jour. Like today, I don't feel especially fetching. I just woke up from a nap. And I feel decidedly blah. The next photo was taken at the park. And yes, that is a child's cup I am drinking from.

Alright, I'm off. Now you, go get your Monday socks on and get out there and play.* It's sunny outside and still summer for a few more precious hours. Unless it's raining where you live. In which case I recommend a nap (in your Sunday socks, of course).

outfit details:

jacket, danier: $300

shirt, from a friend of a friend

jeans, romeo and julliet couture via winners: $5

hairband, smart set: $3

bracelet, tiffany's: gift from husband

shoes, vintage thrifed: $8

watch: my husband's

ring, smart set: $3

heart: kimberellie

*my son has day of the week socks. I'm a little envious of them, I admit it.

a consumer stands outside

2010-09-16T17:28:00.000-07:00

A Consumer Stands Outside

You paint my skin with sunshine.
I'm standing where I stand,
I close my eyelids crimson;
And wait to feel your hand
Spiderwebs are glistening-
But I speak too loud to hear
A vast sky whispering,
That you are already near.
So gather me with quiet,
Because I am tired of me.
What I want, I can't buy it,
Spiderwebs are always free
So why do I refuse what's best;
And pay for what's worth less?

Heart: Kimberellie

outfit details:

jacket, thrifted years ago: $5 (about four years)

shoes, thrifted recently: $10

skirt: a gift from my mil

shirt, winners: $6 (at least 8 years old)

belt, thrifed: $1

bracelets: all thrifted (for 69 cents each) except the gold bracelet which was a graduation present from my mom and stepdad

tiffany & co. bracelet: gift from my husband

I have been spending time with Dylan Thomas, Gerard Manley Hopkins, William Shakespeare, e.e. cummings and my garden, instead of looking online at shoes during my son's nap time (a laudable use of time, I'm not saying it isn't;-). So here is my garden (really a patio with a tree and some dirt and a rosebush--we're working on it).

The last photo I really like. At first when I saw it on my computer screen I thought: "Oh, the wear on the ring is showing, too bad." But then I realized, no, wait a minute, this isn't a wedding day photo of my engagement and wedding rings, but a married photo. There should be wear; because we've been married two and a half years now. And I like that the photo shows that.

don't go out to the woods today!

2010-09-13T22:05:00.000-07:00

Look to the left!

Look to the right!

Look out!

(the woods are full of teddy bears)

In other news, I'm reading a book. Actually, I'm always reading a book. Want to hear which one? Of course you do. One Fifth Avenue by Candace Bushnell (the author of Sex and the City). And I have to say, I'm really liking it. What I'm really liking? -Hating all the characters. That's right. I don't really like any of them. Okay, maybe I sort of like three of them, and feel sorry for two of them. Overall I am very much enjoying disliking the majority of the characters and liking the book itself. Anyone reading anything they are quite enjoying right now? I do love recommendations!

And speaking of Sex and the City, I LOVE her necklace. I want one. Only I don't want mine to say "Carrie". Because that would be weird.

Also I need some new earrings. I have recently discovered that I'm sensitive to well, anything that isn't gold or silver. Which explains why my ears itch and hurt and burn when I wear nonprecious metal earrings. How it took me so long to figure this out about myself isn't easily explained at all. Here are some white gold earrings I've been checking out at myjewlerybox.com. I am quite partial to these yellow gold ones:

Super cute, no?

Oh, I smell something burning. I should check on that.*

outfit details:

skirt, cleo: $10

shirt, winners: $5

shoes, naturalizer: $30

socks, a dollar store: $1

jacket, danier: $300

Heart: Kimberellie

* I may or may not get confused about which dial belongs to which stove burner. I may or may not have melted a plastic stirring spoon.

And speaking of teddy bears: "It is astonishing how many thoroughly mature, well-adjusted grown-ups harbour a teddy bear - which is perhaps why they are thoroughly mature and well-adjusted." ~ Joseph Lempa

ps. I couldn't sleep without my teddy bear until I was 25. I used to bring him (CUDDLES!) camping as an adult.

pps. When I was first dating my husband I discovered a box of his teddy bears marked: "pillows" in his apartment!

"be neither a conformist or a rebel"

2010-09-10T23:28:00.000-07:00

I was going to wear a scarf tied in a bow with this. But I wasn't really "feeling it". Instead I was feeling this long gold pendant necklace I bought for a dollar (!) the other day. I just thought to myself: "Hmm...not feeling the bow...just not what I want lately. How about the long gold pendant necklace?" So I put it on feeling like it was a decision I had made.

A short time later whilst reading the latest issue of Harper's Bazaar I discovered one way to make your look really "now" was to wear a long gold pendant necklace. Huh. It appears I have been brainwashed. But I knew that already, didn't I?

So often my sartorial choices (and even my choice of that word) are heavily influenced by magazines, blogs, advertisements, television, movies. You name it. I know it. But I don't know it. Because so often I find myself following without even knowing I'm following. But I guess I'm okay with that.

Because the thing is, it isn't just fashion. It's books, shows, music, hobbies, even ways of thinking. We humans like to be connected, together, involved, "in". Well, I guess some people don't like to go with the flow. You've met them. You might be one of them. Someone who doesn't "follow trends", doesn't do what other people do. In fact, in some ways I'm one of them myself. Only I'm not. Not really.*

The other day I was at a park in the "nice" part of town. And suddenly I noticed: I didn't match. But they did. Yes. All the other mothers were wearing: sporty flats, yoga pants, lulu lemon hoodies, straightened highlighted hair, children in crocs. Okay, they weren't technically wearing their children...but their children were wearing crocs. It was kind of creepy actually...you know, sort of stepfordwivesesque.

But who am I to judge? Just because I didn't match them doesn't mean I don't match anyone (actually my husband and I match quite frequently...it's cute, really). Because you know what? If it hadn't been the park, but instead had been a blogger meet up, I would have fit right in. That's the great thing about the internet, no matter how eccentric or esoteric, or any other e word, our tastes or opinions are, there's bound to other people who share them. We needn't be alone amidst the Stepford wives. We can have our own creepy little group.

Really what I'm saying here is: it's nice to be in such good company.

outfit details:

shoes, naturalizer: $30

shorts, vintage thrifted: $1

necklace, thrifted: $1

shirt, joe fresh style: $12

belt: gift

cardigan: gift

socks: who keeps track of where they bought their socks?

Heart: Kimberelllie

*Truth be told: I just do what I want and what I think best. And if it happens to be what other people are doing, that's okay. And if it happens to be what no one is doing, that's okay too.

You have enemies? Good. That means you've stood up for something, sometime in your life. ~Winston Churchill

Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect. ~Mark Twain

Be neither a conformist or a rebel, for they are really the same thing. Find your own path, and stay on it. ~Paul Vixie

Trying to be original, isn't very orignal. ~moi

You don't get harmony when everybody sings the same note. ~Doug Floyd

two dollar dress YES

2010-09-08T07:59:00.000-07:00

I just want to drink my tea in peace, thankyouverymuch. Naptime, which usually commences at 12 pm, commenced at 2 pm (!) today. Oh, dear me. But that's okay because I love my shoes. Yes, shoe love compensates for teething babies. Also, this dress? Here, let me get pic of just the dress:

Now let's start again: this dress, cost me TWO dollars. Yes. A dollar ninety-five to be exact. New, too. Crazy, hey? I seriously got some GREAT deals the other evening. This dress, a shirt for my husband, a pair of grey jeans, and...and...oh my gosh...I can't remember. This is how you know you shop too much ladies; because it was only Thursday night. Something... Something. What was it? Oh, I remember, a shirt for my sister-in-law! Phew. That's not so bad not remembering as it wasn't for me! Though that was a close one. I almost had to check myself into shopping rehab there!

Now what was I saying? Right: I got all this for 12 dollars and 10 cents. Crazy, hey? It was a good haul even by my standards.

But enough about shopping. I gotta go watch Sex in the City drink tea and eat chocolate. Yes, life's hard.

outfit details:

socks: I don't know

shoes, naturalizer: $30

dress, rw & co.: $1.95

leather jacket, danier: $300

belt: a gift

necklace, smart set: $2

hat: bought it ten years ago, probably for ten bucks or so

Heart: Kimberellie

I'm a real person. I wear underwear.

2010-09-05T19:54:00.000-07:00

This is what I wore to our family photo shoot on Saturday (I'll show you the pics in a few weeks when I get them). And this was me on Saturday morning:

"Where's my strapless bra? Where's my strapless bra?"

This was my one year old son:

"Hmmm..."

He says: "Hmmm..." anytime anyone says: "Where?" It's pretty cute.

Speaking of bras. Remember when I talked about how I HATE wearing a bra, yet wear one nonetheless? Well, I decided that perhaps what I need is just a more comfortable one.

And now I've found a really great search engine for finding this elusive comfortable bra. It's an online directory for local stores. You pick what you want to look for and then you click on your town; and then BAM: all the stores in your area that sell it. In my case: underthings.

So I am excited to start my search. Now, I know online has SO MANY more underthings options than in town. But when it comes to your skivies, I think real life shopping is the underwear answer.

Which brings me to this point: how is this not real life? I'll tell my "real world" friends about things I have learned/heard/talked about with online friends and somehow they think that these online friends/conversations are less valid, less real. As in:

Fred has twelve toes.

Yes, I also know someone with twelve toes.

Who?

A girl I know online. She lives in Pittsburgh.

Oh, well that doesn't count. I mean in the real world.

But this person IS in the real world. She's in Pittsburgh.

No, I mean real life. Like a real person.

But Jenny IS a real person.

No, I mean someone you really know.

I DO know Jenny. And I know she has 12 toes. I've seen a picture of them. Have you actually seen Fred's eleventh and twelfth toe? Because I've seen Jenny's.

Well, no I haven't seen them. But Fred's a real person. Jenny is just someone you know online.

Okay. SERIOUSLY? Because, I EXIST! I do! I do! And so I am assuming you do too! This is a valid assumption, right? You do exist, don't you? Don't you?????

outfit details:

dress: had it for years

belt, an old camera strap: from my mil

shoes, naturaliser: $30
coat, thrifted vintage: $5

wooden bracelet, smart set: $3

shell ring, from Hornby Island: $6

Heart: Kimberellie (who is really real, I can assure you)

ps. Because you asked: no, I have not gotten a DSLR (yet!) I've just become a pro photo editor. Yes. I'm brilliant. And my husband takes all my photos. He's cute that way.

ps. ps. isn't this the GREATEST bright pink lipstick EVER? It's Revlon Fuchsia colorburst. Here's a blog about it in case you want to see it and know it more (and I'm just not that motivated personally). It really IS a great lipstick. And it makes me happy.

ppps: my husband tells me this is actually how I am supposed to do multiple post scripts. whatevs.

fall remembers

2010-08-31T23:03:00.000-07:00

Fall always makes me feel like a dryad. Well, it makes me feel like what I imagine dryads feel like. Fall is, without a doubt, my very favourite season. So I must say I am excited that it is fast approaching. I find something about Fall eternally reminiscent; something in the air casts my memory back to all the Falls that have come before. Spring is new every year; Summer is always the same; Fall remembers; and Winter forgets. I like to remember. So I like Fall.

Here's to remembering.

outfit details:

cardigan, romeo and juliet couture: $5

jeans, romeo and juliet couture: $8

shirt, eyeshadow: $3

shoes, thrifted: $10

total: $26

Heart: Kimberellie

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz

the boy is mine

2010-08-30T13:59:00.000-07:00

Behind me. In the first photo. You can barely see him. But he's mine; I assure you.

Some other things that are mine:

sunshine

a handmade pottery mug full of milky sugary teay goodness

three wooden letter blocks, M K S

a blue mini vinal retro arm chair (yes, as cool as it sounds)

several plants (alice, charles kingsley, george, alexander, benjamin...to name a few)

Also mine: this totally awesome blazer. Yes, it is totally awesome.

And these belts? These necklaces? Also awesome.

I bought this dress years ago. This blazer I bought on the weekend. I like doing this: introducing my old clothes to my new clothes. I like it best when they become friends.

Mine as well:

friendly clothes

assorted beach rocks

a tortoise shell from Texas

a stack of K shaped sticky notes

racerocks beer in the fridge (the husband just thinks it's his)

outfit details:

blazer, smart set: $10

dress, ?: 15 or so

shoes, naturalizer: $30

tights, joe fresh style: $3

gold necklace, thrifted: $1

multi strand necklace, smart set: $2

brown belt, camera strap: from my mother in law

green belt, thrifted holt renfrew: $1

baby boy: gift from God

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. this is not my usual park attire (though not far from it); we just stopped by after church. Heels are no good for wooden park structures, btw, I kept getting my heel caught!

ps. ps. blogger seems intent on putting extra spaces in. I would argue with it; but it's cleverer than me and know html better. So I'm just going to let it have its way with my blog.

"A day without sunshine is like, you know, night." Steve Martin

standing in my Saturday location

2010-08-28T23:01:00.000-07:00

Fall is coming. I can tell because the air is crisp and cool and lovely. I adore Fall. I can’t really think of anything bad about Fall, except perhaps that Winter comes after. But that isn’t really Fall’s fault, is it?

What I am wanting to do is to transition my summer wardrobe into Fall. For example, I don’t want to stop wearing all my lovely floral tops. So I thought: hey, why don’t I just pair my summer basics with my Fall basics and see what happens? Plaid + Floral = love at first leaf.

Also, I really adore this location. It's our "Saturday Location"; because the light is just so lovely in the mornings here. Also, the smell here- BEAUTIFUL! Pine needles baking in the sunlight. Which is my favorite scent of all time. I would wear the sent of baked pine needles as a perfume, if they made it. It is just so evocative of Fall and new beginnings and home.

Also I am excited for Fall because for me it means:

weekday play groups commencing for my son and me

swimming lessons for my son

early morning yoga for me

running in the evening and not being too hot!

art classes for my son

oh, and last but not least, Fall clothes! How I ADORE Fall clothes!

I'm not the only one excited for Fall, am I?

outfit details:

shirt, gap: $12

skirt, cleo: $10

shoes, naturalizer: $30

socks, winners: seventy cents

necklaces, thrifted: $1 gold long necklace, $4 silver necklace

Heart: Kimberellie

ps. I should have mentioned last time, the photo credit for my new header goes to the lovely Miss Q. of Snappy Q (who also happens to be my lovely sister-in-law!).

i stare at you no longer

2010-08-26T22:31:00.000-07:00

This brick wall is near where we live. We pass by it on the way to Starbucks (also near where we live. Nice, hey?). Now that my son walks we have been getting him to walk everywhere. We figure he could use the exercise. I mean, he's a baby; so he's crazy and zooms about all day. So there's that exercise. But also he spend an inordinate amount of time sitting in his chair looking at his picture books (very cute, next blog I'll post a picture).

But where was I going with this? Right: the brick wall. Well, on our way to Starbucks he has started doing something really cute. When we walk by the brick wall he wanders over to it and stands in front of it. Yes. He poses. Like mommy. It's fricken' adorable.

Note: we are both wearing rompers. I think he is definitely pulling it off better than I am ;-). But he's just cuter. So it's to be expected. I also got another romper this summer I have yet to wear (shocking!). But I soon shall. It was made for me by Natasha of Required2BeInspired and I do believe it is in the closet calling my name.

I wore this outfit last night too...a tad bit differently. Different jewelry, different shoes, more eye make up than is acceptable during the day unless you are a teenager. Oh, and right: Winner's Final Clearance is on now. And speaking of teenagers: they're wrecking it for me. At least that's my theory. Because the Winter clearance is SO MUCH BETTER. And I figure that's because in the Winter there aren't swarms of teenagers populating the malls getting all the good deals.

Still, it was a pretty good haul. Here is what I got so far:

Two floral skirts for five dollars each.

This romper, also five dollars.

A pair of skinny jeans I will be taking back because I can't bend over in them (and with a little one I am always bending over). They were also five bucks.

A floral tank for five.

A floral top for five.

A beige top for three.

A pair of knee socks for seventy cents.

A cream (very nice faux) leather vest for fifteen.

I think I may go back tomorrow evening, just because...I'm a compulsive sale shopper. Yes. I wonder what would ever happen if I went to a shopaholics anonymous meeting? I shudder at the thought! What if they cured me? !

Oh, and how about my new header? Or do you miss me staring at you?

outfit details:

romper, from winners: $5

both pairs, shoes, thrifted: $10

first necklace, thrifted: $1

second necklace, namasté: $18

socks, ardene: $2

hat: I bought it maybe ten years ago, maybe more like 12 years ago

bracelet: $3

belt: gift

watch: my husband's

Heart: Kimberellie