Crossing the Picket Line

There is some weird, unspoken rule in the world of blogging that no one blogs on Saturday. I was left out on the meeting where everyone who blogs was corralled and told that no one, under punishment of death (read: total internet anonymity), is to blog on Saturdays. So I'm going to do it.

Blogging isn't work - it's respite from work! This nonwork-ethic is probably evident in the haphazard nature of most of my posts (exception being my recent, painstakingly composed post on Dirty Dancing). Apologies - the more I inundate myself into the world of blogging the more lovingly do I plan to craft my posts. But, furthermore, Saturdays are probably full of bustling excitement for most people who blog themselves: you lucky ducks - I have no such bustle.

This is not to say that I haven't had a lovely Saturday. I have. Complete with productive errands, yoga, froyo and another 2 hour chat with Papa B. Today is the first hint of summer in Montreal. I had been thirsting for spring, but my shoes-without-socks blisters and slightly pink decolletage tell me that it has come and gone and summer is, instead, on my doorstep. Sweet. Spring is overrated anyways - we only like it so much because it isn't winter, that frigid bitch. So here are some of my favourite summer things of the moment:

My new orange manicure. I have really decided to invest the time (and this time, the money) into making my tips look tops, and taking the opportunity to play around with some fun colours. My darling Yule and I did mani pedis yesterday after brunch, during which we contemplated potential colours:
"I have no idea what I want!" - Yule
"Me neither - I want something new..." me
"Yeah. Me too. Just nothing orange though..."

c'est inspiration!

 Also holding a special place in my heart are all the adorable flats which I have been coveting for seasons. I remember last spring, lusting vocally, but fruitlessly, over a pair of grey oxfords while I was on vacation in Turkey with my parents ("Oh mom! LOOK at those shoes! Oh they are just so precious. Think of those with shorts, or a little skirt, or jeans, knee high socks - they are just so perfect!"    "You're not getting anymore damn shoes." sigh)

I am a footwearphile, it's true. But my closet haphazardly strewn apartment floor boasts very few cute summer flats. Sandals, sure. Even a couple of pairs of espadrille wedges and some varyingly well maintained sneakers from my days of Puma and Lacoste obsession (thank God I never parted with those babies after two seasons of highschool neglect!). But slip ons? I have an adorable pair of patent yellow Arnold Churgins, but I can only wear them so many days in a row before the absence of any give in the patent plastic inflicts truly ruinous injury to my toes.

Long story short, I felt completely and totally justified in purchasing the following two pairs yesterday.  Maribou moccasins and (my first ever!) Ked's saddle shoes.

Clarks Women Desert Boots Oakwood | $119.99CAD

 In my shoe future? Fingers crossed for a pair of cute suede ankle booties: either these Clark's or the Dolce Vita Scholin ($110CAD) would be right up my alley - adorable with my hot pink J Crew shorts!

I'm also desperately thirsting for these topsiders. Blue, grey and pink dock shoes? This is the love child of my hightop obsession and my desire for
adorable slip ons. I even have a coupon for 40$ off at the store which brought these darlings to my attention.

Seriously. You may need to get me to a self help group of some sort: my dad was talking to me about an article he read about how to be a millionaire when you retire, and about how much easier it was if you started when you were in your 20s, and all I could think was "but there are too many cute things to spend money on!"

Sorry Dad.


Also on the docket for summer is copious amounts of Yeh frozen yogourt (a serve yourself frozen yogourt sundae bar. Four minutes from my house. So. Dangerous) and patio sangria. Maybe some colour blocking.