Who Loves Halloween?

Excuse to dress up?  I don't need one... but if this gives the people of the world one day where they can dress like a slutty nurse, who am I to slow them down.

Of course this year, since I’m only 8 months old, I don’t really get to benefit from all that Halloween has to offer.  No candy, no roaming the neighborhood egging houses, no Eyes Wide Shut type house parties, and no Halloween punch from a bowl oozing dry ice clouds.  I guess I will have to just hand out candy.

As you have probably noticed, I've decided to dress as a peacock.  I didn't really have much choice.  Teal highlights my eyes, crushed velvet is soft on my skin, and strutting my stuff is one of my specialities.

With all this talk of dressing up, it begs me to consider what type of "costume" I would wear as a grown up.  I'm not talking about dressing up as one of the Spice Girls (ironically... obviously) at a college party.  I'm talking about what career path I would like to take.  Mom and Dad have been encouraging me to become a physicist-supermodel-Olympian.  Obviously I have the brains, beauty, and strength to achieve this but lately I have been enamoured with electricity.  Maybe not electricity specifically, but the wires and plugs that hold electricity.  Sure Mom and Dad try and hide the wires and tell me I could be killed by sticking my tiny fingers in plugs..... but I seem to gravitate to these areas.  Sure it could be just curiosity but I would like to think there is more.  Therefore, I've decided to become an electrical engineer.  Sure, Dad says those guys are dorks.  Sure, I may be the only girl in this course at school.  Sure, by the time I'm in university robots will probably run the world... but maybe I can pull some wires or plugs at Skynet.

Happy Halloween!!

Costume:  Gymboree

Real Housebaby of Ottawa County

I enjoy the minor celebrity status that I have achieved due to my extensive charity work and this blog.  I figure that I could possibly parley this into a made-for-TV movie with Dean Cain but I would rather provide the world with better TV programming than that.  Based on this, I have decided that reality television is the best medium to reach the masses.  I’ve never really watched TV but based on the fact that all I hear Mom and Dad talking about is Real World, Gigolos, and Teen Mom, this is the place to be.

Here is my pitch.  Mom’s friends seem to be having all baby boys and I’m a beautiful lady in search of a man.  I picture it to be a mix between the Bachelorette and Real Housewives of Orange County.  Potential suitors will try and win my heart while the other Mom’s and I go shopping and gossip.

Potential riveting dialogue during the elimination ceremony such as: “Emmett, I appreciate that you painted me a picture of a dump truck and I had a great time on our 1-on-1 date at the park.  Your Mom made us cookies and convinced me that black is the new pink.  Will you accept this soother?”

My Mom is the most glamorous person that I know.  She is pretty fashion forward but what I really appreciate about those crazy ladies on the Real Housewives of Orange County is their over-the-top fashion choices.  Patterns are big animal prints, accessories are huge, and even when they are in bum-around-the-house clothes, they are still glamorous.  You say, “Only in California.  This wouldn’t fly in Ottawa”.  I think you are wrong.  We can be fabulous as well.  That is why I got this sweet velour track suit.  Am I sporty? For sure. Am I actually going to do sports? Not a chance.  Do I look amazing?  You bet.

Track Suit – Puma (Gift from my sugar daddy)

Fall Style 101

Oh hi.  Hello there.  You caught me on a study break. Obviously, because of my preppy pastel cardigan and casual pants you would have already assumed that I was doing something very studious.  Philosophy, quantum physics, aerodynamics?  Actually, I was just chewing this coaster, preparing a plan of attack on the dog.

Even though I look very smart in this outfit, I’ve decided that due to my strong suits (eating, sleeping, and trying to stand up) I’m obviously going to be very athletic.  With so many sports to choose from that I will eventually dominate at, it is a little tough.  I’ve narrowed it down to either tennis or swimming because I’m built like Anna Kournikova and I look great in a bathing suit.  Dad had suggested hockey or golf, but Mom said something about me not being “butchy” enough.  Maybe we’ll compromise on track and field.

Anyways, back to fashion!!  Even though this is my first Fall season that I have ever experienced, I think it is my favorite season.  I can wear warm sweaters, pants, and cute shoes.  Sure, my complexion is clearly a “Summer” but with the soft white, blue, and pink of this sweater I can blend in to any Fall fashion circle.  The dark distressed jeans tell people that I can be casual but the cardigan with little birds on it and the pink shoes show my fun and flirty style.

Pants – Joe Fresh

Cardigan – Levis

Shoes – Joe Fresh

Casual Elegance

Why yes, a glass of pinot noir would be amazing. 

This is what I would say to the waitress at the wine bar I would wear this outfit to.  Just me and my lady friends out for a casual drink after work.  Time to unwind, kick back, and have a juicy gossip session.  "Did you see what that girl was wearing?"  "She cannot pull off that tight shirt."  "I hear she wears no-name diapers".  "How embarrassing."

However, there are a few problems with the above statements.  Minor problems.  1) I have about 19 years to age before I have some pinot noir.  2) I don't have a job that I need to actually "kick-back" from.  Either way, I don't think I should let these minuscule problems hinder my social life.

The outfit is simple and easy to throw together.  I find the versatility of a simple white onesie is incomparable.  It works with everything.  Starting with a white onesie, you can change and outfit from casual to elegant with a leopard print cardigan, fashionable jeans, and a cute pair of flats.  Perfect for all occasions.

Cardigan - Joe Fresh
Pants - Baby Gap
Shoes - Baby Gap
Onesie - Kushies

Rock-toberfest

My first October.  My first Oktoberfest.  With German heritage in heart and tiny toque in hand, we ventured out to Vankleek Hill for some sausage, beer, and men in leather shorts.  Unfortunately it was friggin cold.... but luckily I got to bust out some Fall clothes.  Now you have to realize that this was rainy-muddy-in-a-field-eating-pretzels Fall day and not crisp-sunny-frolicking-in-the-leaves type Fall day, so my choice of clothes had to be more purpose driven.  However, this doesn’t mean looking like a bum.  A warm hoody, some tight jeans, with a cute cotton toque and you can look fabulous even when the weather isn’t.

(PS: Yes, that is a tube of toothpaste.  I know I only have two teeth but you can't be too careful)