1960’s White and Navy Polka Dot Shirtwaist Dress
The 60’s are alive and well in this shop update. Luck befell me whilst thrifting last week – there are a few dresses, that if they actually fit me, would not be up for sale, that is for sure. Come by the shop today and take a peek-a-roo.
1980’s Crew Neck Floral Button Up Shirt
1960’s Peter Pan Collar Shift Dress with Culottes
1970’s Red Frock with Apron
1960’s Robin Egg Blue High Waisted Full Skirt
Oh goodness guys! Thanks to all my (and Matt’s) lovely pals who came out to the Parkdale Flea on Sunday to give me a couple hellos, and even those cool pals that bought some of my stock! I somehow survived the evening before of way too much tagging and steaming, thanks to my seriously amazing and helpful boyfriend.
The day was filled with sunshine (but god awful wind), neat vendors selling handcrafted wood works, mini doughnuts (geeze louise I could have eaten 3 bags of those bad boys) smoothies/lemonades, beautiful antiques and vintage galore. I didn’t get to do too much browsing myself, because I was manning my booth alone most of the time, but that was quite alright. A gal, like myself, who loves to buy things I probably don’t need, should usually flee (ha!) temptation.
Vince and Josh (the organizers behind this here flea) plan to make this a monthly event. So keep an eye out, you wonderful people!
If only that gosh darn skirt fit me! But at least a pal ended up buying it, so I know it’s in good hands.
Blouse, skirt, shoes: thrifted
Bow tie: made by TLO
Sunglasses: Philistine
Rings: my Mama
Flowerpot Island is about 6.5 kilometres off the coast of Tobermory, and was given its name due to the 1 million year old shoreline rock pillars that resemble giant flowerpots. Matt and I took a ferry ride to get there, checking out some shipwrecks along the way that are in such shallow water, you can practically see every detail of these ships. That was cool, obviously. But not as cool as the island. This, by far, was my favourite part of the trip to Bruce Peninsula. The water surrounding Flowerpot Island is so clear and so blue, you’d think you were in the Caribbean – which I never have, but my mind took me there regardless. I could have hiked around this island all day. The forest was beautiful, the water was beautiful, the rock formations were beautiful. EVERYTHING was beautiful!
It is a holiday today, so I do not want to spend too much time talking about my trip last weekend, because well, I’ve got some work to catch up on, and when I started to think of ways to describe this part of my trip, I almost wanted to keep it to myself (and Matt, of course). I am just not eloquent enough to describe such amazing things. So I’ll let the photos do the talking.
oh hello, mr shipwreck!
weird little happy dance
Shirt, shorts and boots: thrifted
Bow tie: handmade
Knapsack: my dearest friend Kristen gave to me
Sunglasses: Philistine
Belt: vintage
I very last minute (!!!) got asked to be a vendor at the Parkdale Flea this year! If you are around tomorrow (especially if you live in Parkdale) you should come by and say hello! I would love to see all your beautiful faces! They’ll be vendors selling vintage, antiques, collectables, local artisans, designers, and some nummy foods – a recipe for a lovely day. Furry friends and all are welcome!
I’ve been dancing since I was 3 yrs old – Mind you, at that age, I mostly sat in a corner sucking my thumb, creating a lovely buck tooth effect to my teeth. Thank god they didn’t stay that way! But that is beside the point. As soon as I really understood what dance was, I was in love…for life it seems.
Finding these photographs of ballerinas in 1936 from Life Magazine reminded me a bit of my history with ballet school. At 12 yrs old, I spent a very short time at the National Ballet School, here in Toronto actually. I was offered a full scholarship, and at that time, that seemed like the most amazing thing. And I guess it was. Being a ballerina is like every little girls dream (well not every). It got me thinking that that was to be my future. At 12 yrs old I was making pretty grown up decisions about how my life would be. Ballet is serious, you guys!
I ended up choosing (back then) jazz and (my niche now) contemporary/hip hop dance over the NBS (but still continued on with ballet), and I do not regret that decision. I will always love ballet, and appreciate all the great things it has done for me. Without it, I wouldn’t carry myself as a dancer the way I do. I truly believe it is the foundation for all. But looking at pictures of ballerinas, and watching ballet films always get me thinking how different things would be, had I chose ballet. I always thought it was a strange thing, that there was a clear moment I had in my life, where I had two paths I could take, and knowing now, how different things could have been had ballet been the one.
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