Saturday, February 27, 2010
One part 1920s Parisienne, one part monk, one part four-year-old, and one part fashion. I love it. Oddly enough, I feel eminently more feminine with short hair. And free. And stylish. If only springtime would arrive so I could pair it with cute dresses, and stop ruining the effect with my stompy snow and salt-stained winter boots.
I also decided to try the recent tip I found via A Cup of Jo on how to look confident in pictures (hint, it involves a mysterious chemical food product). I think it works, especially when combined with taking 8000 pictures and sorting through them meticulously.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
It's "reading week" here at Dalhousie, and I have been reading. I've also been watching. Last night I made myself one of my favourite pastas (minus the cheese and butter & plus a couple of soft fried eggs on top) and sat down to watch one that I picked up at the library on a whim, I Know Where I'm Going! (1945). I loved it, but it served to remind me that I really really really want to have a screening room some day. A big screen and wonderful sound and me in the dark with everything that could possibly distract me taken away. For some reason I had a really hard time concentrating, and I hate the fact that I paused the movie twice to check things online. Ugh, me. Because this movie was so beautifully shot, in ultra-gorgeous black and white, and I wish I had been able to just shut the rest of my brain off and enjoy, to be completely immersed in it.
It was great. Joan Webster has known exactly where she is going since she was a tiny girl. Now, at 25, she is on her way to a small island in Hebricles, Scotland. There she will marry the very-very wealthy Sir Robert Bellinger. That is, if she can get there. The weather (or fate?) does not seem to want to cooperate, so she waits on the mainland with the requisite cast of colourful characters. I loved watching the headstrong Joan come up against forces greater than herself (you know, nature... love), trying as hard as she can to control everything. The accents were especially fabulous (and ridiculous). I love discovering new old movies. I've watched lots that I love (It Happened One Night, Imitation of Life, and on and on) but I know there are tons out there I haven't seen, especially ones that have gotten a little lost in the interim. Do you have a favourite (or ites) I may have missed? Please recommend.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
On Valentine's day, I think about love:
Love is a verb.
Love is real.
Love is make believe.
Love makes the world go round.
Love will tear us apart.
Love is easy.
Love is hard.
Love is kind.
Love is everything.
Luckily for me while my romance plate may be empty (and sparklingly clean, and has been sitting in the drying rack for a while), my love plate is delightfully full. And today, because it is also Chinese New Year, my love plate was full of both friends and dim sum.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Okay, I don't really want to admit how much time I spent playing with this makeover site this morning (and afternoon, ahem). It's way too addictive and time consuming, but you get to try things like Lady Gaga hair. And Rihanna hair. Um, awesome? Yes.
The highlights (so to speak):
Random long hair... not sure who.
So basically this shows me (in my opinion) that I look infinitely cuter with short hair. The long hair all made me look... blah (I know, I have a fantastic vocabulary. Thanks.). The shorter hair makes me look... more alive? I'm not sure what it is - probably the fact that it brings the focus to my eyes. Anyways, I think the reign of long hair is about to end. I'm still hanging onto it a little, though. Why?