Year in Review

Another year, another blog post.

Memorable mentions:

  1. Breaking up with my cheating ex (finally)
  2. Hitting the slopes with my besties in Tremblant
  3. Fulfilling Jr. High dreams by going on an epic trip with the best of friends to S. Korea, Thailand, and Vietnam
  4. Oh yes and Iceland, just for kicks
  5. Meeting my bf and spending the summer frolicking around Toronto
  6. Landing a temporary full time position so I could reclaim my formerly sleep deprived life for 9 months
  7. Being a part of my best friend’s wedding
  8. Celebrating my dad’s 70th with the fam
  9. Meeting new snowboarding friends in the most unexpected place that are even more gung-ho than I am
  10. Running into friends in the workplace like the adults we thought we’d never be

2016 you’ve been swell. I have high hopes for you 2017. Bring it.

Surprise

My boyfriend showed up randomly one day at my apartment with flowers. Our conversation went as follows. 

me: Am I missing something? What day is it? What month is it?
Did I do something wrong? Did YOU do something wrong?
Thank you, no wait… Am I in trouble? Is this a trick?
What’s going on???

him: Pat they’re just flowers. I wanted to get you flowers.

me: They’re never JUST flowers. You got me SHAME flowers. SHLOWERS.

And this is why I can’t have nice things.

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Trying to take a selfie of me eating the flowers in appreciation after he left. It didn’t work. I sent it anyway.

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Divine Intervention

Sometimes God truly does have the best ways of making you feel better. Creepy ways, but the best ways nonetheless.

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Snap Back to Reality

It’s sweater season in Toronto and the gopher in me couldn’t be happier. Ever since I took a hiatus from the “fashion” (in quotation because I’m really not fashionable) side of my blog, I’ve spent time revamping my style. My wardrobe looks nothing like it did when I first started my closet project and I’m happy to say that I much prefer the simpler trimmed-down version. If my old closet was a crayon bucket, my new one is a set of sketching pencils. I basically got rid of everything that would be considered poor quality (a.k.a. made in Bangladesh) or trendy and replaced them with weightier pieces. It makes for a pretty boring aesthetic but I’m more than thrilled with the results. It takes me no more than 5 minutes every morning to decide what to wear. It takes me longer to feed my turtle. I know what pieces I like and what I feel good in. I have my trusty go-to sweaters on rotation that never make me feel like rubiks cube partying with the stranger beside me.

Surprisingly, what truly spurred the change wasn’t scouring blogs and comparing envy-inducing instagram feeds. It wasn’t narrowing down my favourite stores or writing out my favourite outfits (panda onesie anyone?). The real “aha” moment was the first step of any capsule closet planner, the lifestyle pie-chart. And sadly mine looked like this:

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As a medical technologist I wear scrubs at work and and commute 3hrs a day almost 7 days a week. Therefore the clothing that I wear the majority of the time must fulfil 3 qualifications:

  1. Comfortable
  2. Easy to change out of (and into scrubs)
  3. Warm

With that figured out I then proceeded to purge 3/4 of my closet and replaced it with thick over-sized knits in neutral solid colours. Things I could basically substitute for pajamas in Day After Tomorrow apocalyptic weather. I walked into clothing stores with a new purpose. I was going to find clothing that acted like comfort food. No more heels. No more semi-transparent excuses for fabric. Nothing that layered on like a bridal cake. Just clean, warm, simple clothes.

Instagram and fashion blogging sites are riddled with beautifully stylish clothing featuring people that don’t walk or aliens that don’t feel pain. My life could look fabulous all the time, however, my lifestyle is nowhere close to theirs. All my clothing purchases have now dwindled down to a single question.

“Would I regret wearing this on the onset of a zombie attack?”
(Season permitting of course)

If the answer is “SO MUCH REGRET” then I simply put the item down and move on. It’s been an interesting and probably somewhat unique time of reflection but I’m glad I did it. Although I’m sure many of you out there have lives more suited to the world of exploring fashion, I regret to realize that mine does not. So there will be far less fashion on my blog from now on and far more just general ramblings related to my life. I thank everyone for following me on my journey thus far and I look forward to interacting with everyone on the more mundane. Toodles.

 

Me lately

So my latest obsession just ended. It came in the form of a 20 episode, 2 hr long each kdrama series called Reply 1988. Despite the fact that I understood 70% of the raws and spent much of my free time watching this or doing turtle tank cleaning duties, it was worth it. Sorry world, my life resembles a crazy cat turtle lady’s legacy.

On the upside, my father and I found something to ugly cry over. Him remembering life back in Korea and me realizing my parents never grew out of the fashion statements from 1988.

 

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My mom looked EXACTLY like this the last time we went to dinner. No lie.

 

It just reminded me how much people hold onto the past. And also to appreciate the golden years of my youth as I embark on big girl life with a big girl job and hopefully a big girl future on the horizon. So as I begin 2016 with a touch of nostalgia, I look forward to the changes to come.

Come at me brah.

 

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Hurricane Patricia

God gave me my own autobiography. In hurricane form.

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I’m pretty cool looking, no?

Hurricane Patricia, strongest hurricane ever seen, heads to Mexico

My favourite quotes that can ALSO be used to describe me:
Hurricane Patricia intensified as if the storm were a match thrown onto a pool full of gasoline.
The National Hurricane Center is warning of a “POTENTIALLY CATASTROPHIC LANDFALL”

On a more serious note though, I pray that everyone in Mexico stays safe, healthy, and dry.

10 Things

  1. When my friends travel I always ask them to bring me back something orange. Except for oranges. I think that’s illegal.
  2. I have an “aww-ing” problem towards dogs and tiny things
  3. I like fashion. But I always feel like I’m doing it wrong
  4. If I’m not out, working, or commuting, I’m watching asian dramas
  5. I overuse haha and lol (even in person)
  6. I have over 6 drafted posts in my blog, but I always hit writers block 3/4 in and don’t post them
  7. I have an unnatural love for turtles. Except for my turtle. He’s a jerk
  8. If I get along with you and you’re female, it’s probably because you act like a guy
  9. I don’t know cars. Even if I’ve been in your car for many years, I don’t know what it looks like.
  10. I don’t do directions. I get lost constantly, all the time, everyday.

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Courtesy of China and Malaysia

Bring on the Sun

Spring/Summer is finally here! A time for comfy tees, patios drinks, froyo nights, awkward tan lines, rollerblading adventures and a whole lotta’ sun. My bf already has an epic face burn from our most recent bout of frolicking and I can’t help but wonder what my korean mother will say once she sees my now sun-kissed complexion (not good things, let me tell you). Although I know I have tons of work on the horizon, I also have a trip to LA and a young professional’s retreat with my church to look forward to. I think I’ve flip-flopped between fashion’s bipolar spectrums of grunge and preppy as of late and have settled on a more urban laid-back approach for the summer. This means mens tees, simple midi shorts and comfy no-nonsense sandals. Nothing fancy and nothing I can’t just throw on in a flash and be out the door.

selfies, because everyone knows sunny days are the best selfie days

selfies, because everyone knows sunny days are the best selfie days

So I welcome the warmer temperatures with open arms and newly shaved legs (TMI? heh). I hope you too are enjoying the positive effects of that little boost of Vitamin D. Let’s enjoy it while it lasts.