Hey guys guess what?! I got my eyebrows tattooed...yep tattooed. When I told my friends I was doing this they immediately thought I was crazy...as would I had I not known what eyebrow 'tattooing' really involves. Your mind immediately goes to blue tinted single line, shaved hair eyebrow tattoos--somewhere along the lines of the Priscilla Queen of the Desert costumes. Or maybe Wiz Khalifia or Chris Brown? I happen to have naturally dirty blonde hair, and inherently my brows are literally non existent. When I got out of the shower, wiped my face after a swim, or went in a steam room I looked like the lead singer of Die Antwoord, but not cool. When I got comfortable enough around my boyfriend to fully reveal my true self, sans makeup, he stated it looked like I over-plucked my brows as a teen and this was actually not the case. My brows were hairy as hell, you just couldn't see the hair. Filling in your brows makes the world of a difference; the difference between having a shaped face and not. It honestly blows my mind looking at pictures of myself with having not filled in my brows andRead More
What happens when you go to the Rivera Motor Inn on the west side of Saskatoon for a photoshoot? You have to assure the manager that you are in fact not shooting an amateur porn all while asking the hourly rate of the motel, stating it is merely a glitter-esk photoshoot. Once we paid the hourly rate and put the $100 dollar deposit down (deposit to ensure that we do not stain the bed sheets more than they already were or that we would not further peel the beige wallpaper?) we headed to the room. After doing hair/makeup and putting our first outfits on we all lay on the bed (hoping not to contract any diseases) together for the first photos;Read More
As I walked into Midtown Plaza I saw my usual favorites: Kernels, Sephora, Lush, and as I turned the corner there was a new store. The cardboard window blockers had finally been removed, the 'Aritzia' sign was lit up, and the store was stunning. Twice the size I had anticipated it being, it was sectioned into small bays of items to make it easy to navigate and shop, the walls are colorful and clean and they have the coolest, most knowledgable staff. As the night carried on it became busier and busier, the cocktails were amazing (I already attempted to replicate the recipe), the appetizers were equally as good (I snuck an extra of the mini smores), and the music was a combination of funk, soul and jazz and fit perfectly with the atmosphere. I was able to chat with ladies while we walked around and I helped style them in cozy knits, trousers, denim and structured coats.Read More
You know when you live in a town or a small city and spend weeks with your friends planning a road trip to get out of town to visit a larger city because they have stores you don't have, restaurants you haven't ate at and people you've never seen before? Keep in mind this was before I was an adult and hence did not possess the powers of a credit card to online shop. Well, Aritzia is (was) one of those stores that I always had to road trip to visit. Immediately after passing my drivers test my best friend and I (in grade 11 at the time) planned a road trip to Edmonton to shop at the West Edmonton mall (which was a thing in high school...you know what I mean if you're from Saskatchewan). It was in the middle of winter; the highways were clad with ice and snow drifts 4 feet tall, and yet some how I was able to convince my parents to let me drive their red minivan, sans winter tires, 6 hours west.Read More
You know when you were younger, and you'd visit the fair or arcades with the silliest yet most entertaining games? My favorite was Donkey Kong and that racing game that acts as a stimulator to make it seem as though you're really inside of a tiny Japanese sports car going 200km an hour. You would play the games and collect tickets or coins that would shoot out of the machine if you won. Ecstatic you would count your tickets to see how many more you would need to take home the giant stuffed tiger, a sticky hand and some of those big dipper candies (you know with the powder and the stick, in cherry flavour obviously). After eating all of your big dippers and pixie sticks in one sitting your mother would yell at you, but you would be on too much of a sugar high to notice. Later,Read More
My love for pink was realized when I was 15 years old and was given the opportunity to 'redesign' my room. I went to Canadian Tire with my dad to pick out paint and I opted for bubble gum pink. After the fresh coat of pink was applied, it felt like I was walking into a Bubblicious bubble, and I couldn't stop there. Seeing as my favourite cartoon character was Tweety Bird I had to find Tweety Bird everything to accent the pink; my duvet cover was Tweety's giant face over a pink background with two big fluffy pink pillows, instead of art on my walls it was just Tweety, a giant pink rug covered the floor, and I even went as far as attempting to paint my dresser pink with nail polishRead More
My first memorable experience of a white tee shirt involved my grade eight band teacher. I didn't think much of the white tee; I thought of it as gross gym wear, dad clothes and just generally something lazy plain people wore.
My band teacher, Mr. Redford, wore a white athletic polo tee and tended to have an issue of chronic body odour. My best friend played the clarinet, while I attempted to master the flute. Every Tuesday and Thursday at 10am, we would head to band practice and snag the seats the furthest row back to avoid the stench. One Thursday, the smell was far worse than usual and as he conducted us, every gesture my friends face puffed up from trying to produce enough air to release a face cringing note while also attempting to not breathe in the tainted oxygen. We would gradually
Going bowling brought me back to my bowling league days in grade 8. Every week we would get together to practice for an upcoming tournament; gum ball machines, cool (nasty) old shoes, and greasy fries--it was heaven. Our team name....The Alley Gators. After practicing weeks on end I went from throwing triples to strikes in no time, I was feeling pretty good.
It was a Tuesday evening and The Alley Gators were rivalling the Bowling Stones. My teammate had just bowled a strike and she skipped back to the seats with cheers and high fives. I was up next. I nervously grabbed my ball and approached the lane. Starting as I usually did in practice I backed up five steps and quickly
It was the perfect house party: kegs upstairs, a smoking room downstairs, beer pong outside, bands playing in the basement, and people everywhere. We head upstairs, each step feeling more squishy than the last as my strappy sandals become lost in the beer soaked carpet. Hearing one too many 'Yeah mannn's' we turn the corner to find a stack of red cups and a keg. We grab a cup and head towards the keg, our cup is filled by a man flirting with a girl and hardly noticing where he is pouring the beer. We decide to check out the basement. Walking down the second flight of stairs it feels similar to getting off of a plane in a Australia: hot, humid air hits your face. I'm disgusted because I know it's not from a hot tropical country, but rather the accumulation of body heat, smoke, and lack of fresh air. We enter the room with bands playing and the band that happened to be on hadRead More
Summer started off on a good note: I just received my last final grade of the academic year and learned that I somehow DIDN'T fail statistics. This along with finally having a few days off work meant that it was time to celebrate. My friends and I went out to watch our friends band play in a local festival; each night there was an afterparty hosted at the same house and we thought it could be fun to check out. After stumbling five blocks after one too many double gin and tonics we finally reached our destination. People lined up from the back door to the sidewalk anticipating whether they will be accepted into this coveted party. After waiting in line for 10 minutes we eventually reached the door, only to be toldRead More