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So, it’s March already.
The holiday season is far behind us unless you include March break or St. Patrick’s day. If we’re being honest, those are not so much seasons as excuses to drink though.
But I digress.
Cokebaby and I did a bit of furniture rearranging recently in order to prepare for refinishing our hardwood floors. Upon moving our sofa we unearthed a holiday themed dog toy that Tofu could care less for back in December but which he now drags around like it’s his best, long-lost friend. For more, check out my post on the dog blog today.
Don’t let the headline fool you. I’m not actually one of those people who thinks of my dog as my kid. I love him dearly but he’s more of a permanent roommate.
That said, there are definitely moments in our living together where he seems almost human. Like the time he wiped out down the stairs at a friend’s place and scared himself silly.
Check out the dog blog today to find out more about his shennanigans and what I think is a plot to get me to call him my fur-kid.
For those of you who know me on Twitter, you’ll know I go by the name of @aliasgrace. Being a bookworm I thought it was a fitting handle for a number of reasons, one of which is that it’s from a great piece of CanLit.
So, when literary voyeur Julie Wilson from Seen Reading asked me to do a podcast for her Readers Reading series, I happily obliged with an excerpt. You can hear me on her site in all my grainy-voiced glory. And, no, I’m not a chain-smoking 80-year-old woman. Go check out Aliasgrace reading…Alias Grace by Margaret Atwood (McClelland & Stewart).
If you don’t want to do it for me, do it for Tofu. It’s not enough that he has a website dedicated partially to him. When he heard I was doing a podcast recording he tried reading passages with me, over me, and even without me. It wound up taking me probably twice as long to do the recording (and editing) as a result. Fame is clearly getting to his little head.
But who can resist that face?
(Disclaimer: resisting this face will only lead to heart shrinkage and Grinchism.)
P.S. If you’re a bookworm like me and would like to participate in the series, contact Julie Wilson at julie [at] seenreading [dot] com.
So, Cokebaby and I will be on a plane to France this evening. Where does that leave Tofu you might ask? Well, he’s on vacation too. This time with a friend who would like to get a dog of her own.
I left her with a detailed note to help her through the 10 days. Check it out on the dog blog.
In what seems like another life, I used to be quite the fashionista. During my early years of university I worked at a variety of retail clothing stores, from Le Chateau to Club Monaco to the Gap and finally Boutique Jacob. Because of my flare for style back then, I even got a gig as a merchandiser, a job that involved dressing up mannequins and display boards. It was like playing doll.
I became a clothes hog. Every paycheque went toward buying some new item to feed my addiction.
But eventually the reality of a career and life kicked in. No disrespect to the folks who make and earn a living as sales associates and retail store managers, but I needed to move on. I had to find “real work” where I could write and do the things that interested me most which meant no more beloved discounts (up to 50%!).
As the years went by, my wardrobe dwindled. I had to choose more carefully clothes that would outlast one season’s trends. Then, I decided to go back to school as a full-time mature student. There I fell into a wardrobe of jeans and t-shirts.
But it was worth it in the end. Though I may look shabby, today I’m in a dream job making good money to do what I love most: writing, reading, and interacting. It also means I’m finally back in the financial position to buy nice clothes.
Alas, here is my dilemma. I am now out of the fashion loop.
Since declaring I would not buy a fashion magazine because of the industry’s flagrant disregard for the environment, I have been mostly without a clue. There are days where I manage to look stylish but then there are other days where I feel that I may be a fashion train wreck.
In eight sleeps time, Cokebaby and I will be travelling to the south of France for our (belated due to conflicting schedules) 10 year anniversary. Coincidentally, we’ll be there in the middle of soldes d’hiver, a massive nationwide sale.
So my question is: what to buy?!
This is a fashion 911 emergency. Someone please save me.
Is there something fun that should be in every girl’s wardrobe for the upcoming season? And what about Cokebaby? Or Tofu (I’m assuming there will be dog boutiques)?
I’ve been swamped with work lately and as a result slacking on my posts on the dog blog. So, I’ve asked none other than Tofu himself to pull his weight around the blog.
He’s decided to put together a list for dachshund-eyes-only. I’m assuming it’s about food and toys but I haven’t had the time to read it myself.