Girly Boyfriend and a Girly Weekend

jacket {thrifted} - shirt {Banana Republic} - pants {Gap} - shoes {Zellers} - necklace {etsy}

I have to tell you, I really like the fancy/girly shoe with boyfriend fit pants pairing! I think it pumps up an outfit from conservative casual to - dare I say it - sexy. This may be one of those trends, however, that girls deem sexy while the opposite sex looks on, confused and clueless. You know what I'm talking about! We think baggy pants paired with high heels is down right slammin' but the dudes are certainly not complimenting our pairing capabilities and kind of wishing we were wearing tighter pants, or better yet nothing a skirt. Anyways, I felt awesome in this outfit and that always wins out for me. Feel awesome, be awesome. That's a good motto to live by.

I'm taking a quick vacay this week to visit my Westcoast girls and could not be more excited about it! One year is just too long to go without seeing your besties.

j. 

p.s. photos by my amazing sis-in-law!

Saying Goodbye.

I said this many times this past weekend. To my best friends.  My condo. All of my furniture. And most of my belongings (except my clothes – who do you think I am?).  I had to say goodbye to Victoria. Where I have lived for the past 8 years. Where I went to school. Met my best friends. Fell in love for the first time. And even though I moved there after high school, it’s where I grew up.  It was my choice to go to school there. And to stay there once I graduated. It was something that was completely my own. It was, in the truest sense of the word, my home. While Calgary will always have my heart because my family still lives there. Victoria has my soul. So the biggest goodbye of all goes to my home. Goodbyes suck.

I knew it was coming for quite some time. I was ready for it. That is, until it came. My eyeballs would not stop leaking the day before I left. And the day I left. At home. At Sasha’s. At a restaurant (classy, I know). In the taxi. You get the idea. I know that I am going to be back to visit (and who knows what the future holds). And I know that distance does not stand a chance against the friendships I have in Victoria. But even so. All I can think of is two words. Goodbyes Suck.

Sash and I at Ferris' Oyster Bar on my last night in Vic. I actually managed to find a photo that did not show

 the alarmingly obvious bags under my eyes. Success!

I promise a palm tree filled post tomorrow. Live from Palm Springs.

j.