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How I got rid of those last ten pounds


When we started this blog for the documentary, I promised myself I would never go more than two weeks without posting. I also promised myself that I would never start a blog post with something lame and apologetic like, Read more

The way you look


I  don't flirt. Ever. Not because I don't know how, but because I just don't like to. Being funny had always been my technique as a server and it was more profitable and less exhausting to maintain than keeping Read more

I believe in Dog


I am selfish and lazy. While I have been working since I was 14 years old and like to think I have spent a fair portion of my life if not in the pursuit of bettering humanity then at least Read more

Gratuity included


It's 2012. I hope I don't need to remind anyone (other than Conservatives and misogynists, if you'll pardon the redundancy) that women are so much more than their looks. We are capable of anything we set our minds to Read more

Parental Guidance Is Advised


A couple of weeks ago, my brother Dan came up for Mum's 75th birthday celebration with his five kids (Paul, 18, Em, 15, Lauren 14, Jon, 12 and Briana, 6), all of whom reminded me of what is was Read more

Di's-appointment


I stand before you, a sinner. I have broken my word.  I have not practiced what I preached. I have failed! Contrition was a big thing in the 80's. People were always apologizing for something or other and apparently it Read more

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Sunday Swap At Mambo

Posted on by tim in Connect to It, Fashion Good, Fundamentals, See, Watch | Leave a comment

Swap At Mambo

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_1.jpg]Action 4 Newsteam swings into…ACTION.

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[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_4.jpg]Many, many shoes without a home.

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[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_7.jpg]The inimitable Mal B.

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_8.jpg]Suave Luca F. doing his thing.

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_10.jpg]Francesa Fiore.

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_12.jpg]It is the place.

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[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_14.jpg]Delicious children were serv… I’m told that is not the case.

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_15.jpg]Di gets her swap on.

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_16.jpg]And Heaven help those who impede her.

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_17.jpg]ELVES!

[img src=http://slipintoit.com/wp-content/flagallery/swap-at-mambo/thumbs/thumbs_18.jpg]Best shot of the day.

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This was a really good time.

Why We Fight II or F**K The Bank I Work For– F**k The Bank.

Posted on by tim in About, Connect to It, Psycho-Fashion | 2 Comments

Terms like ‘Mission Statement’ make me think of Corbin Bernsen from LA Law. Anachronistic I know–but there it is. So for a moment I’d appreciate if you thought of me as some Hugo Boss wearing, Gucci shod, slightly amoral, over-coiffed snake oil salesmen who secretly has your best interests at heart.

Imagine this smarmy looking fucker is me.

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What’s wrong with this paragraph. Part two.

Posted on by tim in Fashion Bad, Feed into It, Fundamentals, Read | 1 Comment

So, here’s something I’ve learned between the time I wrote the last blog and this one. I have an integrity crush on Nancy Upton. Woman be killing me with kindness.

After I wrote the initial part of this (which you’ll just have to go back and read– I don’t even know how to thumbnail it) two-parter, I sent it to Nancy in the hope that she might respond and I could include that response in this blog. Well, Miss-Smarter-Than-I-Am thought it made more sense to wait until she could see how deep a hole I could dig before adding her two cents. Which seems kind of…smart, actually. So, on with the show.

The one thing I’m happy to repeat is the impetus for this particular screed came from a remarkably clever and provocative set of pictures Nancy and her friend Shannon produced. The reason they did this was as a response to a totally douchetastic ad American Apparel produced– ostensibly searching for ‘plus-sized’ models. I’ll give you a taste but you really have to see the whole shoot@ (extrawiggleroom.tumblr.com) Read more

No, actually, less is less

Posted on by di in Project, Read, Sustainability, We Ask You | Leave a comment

If you’ve been paying attention you’d know that this challenge has affected me in other areas of my life that I didn’t necessarily expect. As last week’s clip showed, I’m no longer as dependent on cosmetics as I used to be. My overall commitment to my outward appearance has diminished to what I hope is the benefit of my emotional well-being. But life has a way of laughing at our plans, and just as I was relishing my minimalist future the universe threw my family a curveball in the form of an immigration snafu leaving my Mum in a housing lurch. Without getting into details, because we all know how much fun is to be had traversing the labyrinth that is federal bureaucracy, our household has now increased indefinitely by one.

This wasn’t really a surprise as Nick and I bought our house with this eventuality in mind,  but it happened a little sooner than we had  planned so we all agreed that the third floor would become Mum’s apartment. Until now the 300 square foot third floor was underused as my office, a cobweb collecting second living room, and a shrine to Jeff Bridges. In preparation for Mum’s arrival, Nick and I and a litter of dust-bunnies spent a full Sunday readying the space for her. The previous owners had done a beautiful job renovating the room and using the space to it’s maximum benefit, employing the eaves under the roof as long narrow storage compartments. Plenty of room, right? Read more

A new reason for the terrorists to hate us

Posted on by di in Fashion Bad, Project, Psycho-Fashion, Read, We Ask You | 2 Comments

I entered the modeling world at the overripe age of 19, far beyond the typical expiry date. I was scouted at a mall and thought,”Why not?” I entered into it with eyes wide open and zero expectations. I was not a minor, nor was I pushed into it by a parent, I was just killing time until I figured out what I wanted to do with my life (for that momentous occasion I would have to wait about 7 more years). Having spent the previous 5 years working mostly in restaurants and nursing homes, I figured that modelling would be a pretty easy gig, and depending on the shoot, one that wouldn’t end with me being screamed at by a senile octogenarian or smelling of club sandwich. With those not-so-lofty ambitions, for about six months I was a model.

I had been surrounded by males all my life. My brothers and their friends saw me as another boy but with less hair (I didn’t even have enough for an anemic ponytail until I was 6). I was an outdoorsy girl, ‘au naturel’ according to Linda, my agent, with absolutely no idea how to apply makeup or walk a runway. When I met the other girls in the agency I was more than a little taken aback by how young they were despite the layers of makeup and teased  ‘freshly-fucked’ hair. Most were in their early teens yet looked older than me. They sat in the makeup chairs chain-smoking and drinking coffee, perfunctorily tended to by their mothers. This is what creeped me out the most. Today we have shows like ‘ Toddlers & Tiaras’ to act as a cautionary tale. Back in ’92 I was unaware that such a casual evil existed and was secretly thankful that my mother loved me enough to say no when I had expressed an interest in modeling as a pre-teen. Read more

Canadian Dressing

Posted on by di in Fashion Good, Project, Psycho-Fashion, Read, We Ask You | Leave a comment

Another Canada Day is drawing to a close and I sit here at the kitchen table in the cottage and watch fireworks going off over the lake. I’m wearing runners with socks (my Tevas sit on the deck drying out after a vain attempt to teach my dog how to swim), Lululemon capris,and a MEC tanktop under a gorgeous multicoloured cardigan my Mum knit for me last fall.  On  the back of the sweater she appliqued a hand-stitched owl in flight over a forest. I’m probably wearing the most Canadian outfit I have.

Today in my city, the Nation’s Capital, thousands were proudly decked out in red and white, brandishing maple leaves of all sizes. Here at the cottage, the look was the same but in a much smaller scale. One thing I didn’t miss about being in the city today was seeing the drunken buffoon wearing our flag as a cape and letting it drag on the ground. If that indignity isn’t enough, approximately twenty minutes after the last firework is extinguished, said buffoon will more than likely be using the flag to wipe his vomit from his flipflops. Oh, Canada. Read more

Di Patch

Posted on by di in Fashion Good, Project, Psycho-Fashion, Read, Uncategorized, We Ask You | Leave a comment

So, how am I doing going into my second week of the challenge? So far so good considering I almost blew it on the first day. I was looking for a specific pair of black leggings, couldn’t find them and said to myself, “I’ll just pick some up when I go to the Rideau Centre.” It was a few moments before I realized this was not an option. Eventually I found the leggings and the challenge survived it’s first mini-crisis. I’m glad because it would have been embarrassing to have invited all those people to the launch party only to turn them away, with nary a loot-bag .

Unfortunately mini-crisis number two is around the corner. Read more

Di-atribe #1: Customer (dis)Service

Posted on by di in Fashion Bad, Project, Psycho-Fashion, Read, We Ask You | 2 Comments

Tim tells me I’m at my best when I write angry (one of his nicknames for me is ‘Her Vagesty, Queen of Ascerbia’) and I know I can spew vitriol like co-eds spew Jagerbombs, but it doesn’t mean I’m angry all the time. I’m not. I’m a cynical person, yes, but my cynicism is born of hope. I have an inordinate, perhaps unreasonable amount of faith in humanity and when that faith is shaken I get angry.[twocol]

"I'm only working here til my band gets signed"

[/twocol]One of the things I’m not going to miss about shopping for a year, although I’m sure to encounter it  in other stores, is how absolutely awful customer service has become. Used to be an anomaly when you would tell a friend,”I had the rudest salesperson today.” Now you brag when you receive good service. “You’ll never guess what happened to me today! I had great service! Yeah, really! The salesperson actually listened to my concerns and helped me make an informed decision about my purchase. And he/she seemed to like their job and the product they were selling.” So sad that it’s come to this.

I have worked with the public for nearly a quarter of a century, and I believe this makes me an expert on how humans behave in social settings. I have seen things. Things that would make a biker curl up in the fetal position and rock back and forth. Let’s just leave it at that. I will go out of my way for a customer, but I don’t believe they are always right. In fact, if a customer is unreasonable, or just a cheap asshole, I have absolutely no compunction about giving him or her  a verbal bitch-slap. But I always start from a place of respect. I will respect someone until they give me a reason not to. Then, as the kids say, it’s on. Read more

Edible shoes

Posted on by di in Fashion Bad, Feed into It, Taste | Leave a comment

I guess if your feet already smell like cheese it’s a no-brainer.

 

http://thegloss.com/fashion/would-you-wear-the-deeply-disgusting-cheese-shoe/