Back In Black

I LOVE wearing black.  Eternally chic & slimming with a touch of bad-ass......



photo courtesy of Kanga

 BF Blazer: Costa Blanca
tank: Urban Outfitters
skirt: Garage
belt: Aritzia
leggings: H&M
boots: Ebay
watch: Fossil

Im rockin the all black today because Im going to be spending the evening accumulating as many karmic points in heaven as I can by volunteering at a charity event.  Shocking I know, because usually its my heart thats black as tar.  But despite my superficial obsession with all things vanity related, I really do believe the most chic accessory is a warm heart and a willingness to help others.  Thats the true definiton of being FierceWithAHighWaist.

Anyways, enough of this "after-school-special" bullshit.  To all my single ladies, volunteering is an amazing way to meet quality men.  Im not talking about ladle-ing out mashed potatoes at the local soup kitchen, I mean volunteering at an upscale charity event where the tickets are 300+ bucks a pop.  This is my second year doing it and trust me, the most eligible bachelors in the city come out to these things.  Not being in a "bar/club/lounge" setting takes a lot of the pressure off, youre NOT surrounded by a gaggle of girlfriends (which makes you more approachable), and the fact that youre a volunteer forces a man to look beyond the outside and see the sparkling personality that lies within.





HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!  Oh God, I almost kept a straight face during that last part!!!!!!!!!!




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Winter Blah Blah Blahs....

I am completely over wearing tights under everything.
I am completely over hat hair.
I am completely over wearing my downfill parka.
I am completely over salt stains.
I am completely over slathering myself with cocoa butter and still having dry skin.
I am completely over it getting dark at 4:45pm.
I am completely over the sky being a non-descript off-white colour.
I am completely over exhaling a cloud of smoke even tho theres no cigarette in my hand.
I am completely over the lack of colour in my skin.
I am completely over the fact that theres still another 2 months of this bullshit ahead.
I am completely over my lips chapping.
I am completely over my perpetually runny nose.
I am completely over wanting to do nothing but put on flannel PJ's and eat an entire casserole.

And apparently, I am completely over washing my hair:

courtesy of Kanga

courtesy of Kanga

cardi: Urban Outfitters
v-neck tee: Garage
belt: Aritzia
High-waist skirt: Urban Outfitters
tights: H&M
boots: Ebay
watch: Guess
braid: styled by Kanga....who secretly takes great pleasure in yanking my hair in every direction *bitch*


I am so envious of the male grooming ritual:  lather, rinse, step out of the shower and shake like a dog.  Washing & styling my hair is a 45 minute ordeal, and altho I feel lovely when my hair is done......I dont always have the energy to make it happen.  I realize that what Im about to admit acknowledges the fact that my superficiality has reached new heights, but Im gonna say it anyways:  My hairstyle plays a huge role in determining my mood.  I am in a significantly better mood when its clean and styled properly vs. I feel cranky when its dirty and thrown up into a bun or braids.

Who needs paxil when you have a hot roller set??


FIERCEWITHAHIGHWAIST

Thank Dog.

First things first......

courtesy of Kanga

plaid bf shirt: Winners
cargo leggings: Costa Blanca
boots: Miss Sixty
watch: Fossil
ring: Puerto Rico
hair inspiration: Farrah Fawcett


On Wednesday, God took a giant white shit all over Toronto.  Not only were the streets absolutely covered with snow, the wind was blowing something fierce (withahighwaist) and it was well below -10.  As I was trudging home thru this winter wonderland.....still freezing despite my winter boots, scarf, touqe, and mittens.....I saw a homeless man sitting on the street bundled up in a parka.  I must admit, when I see homeless people my first reaction is not always sympathetic.  I feel like if I can get up everyday and go to a job that I hate so much it makes me cry, why cant they do the same?  People, especially men, who expect handouts and dont work sicken me.  I will always have respect for the working man.....and pretty much anyone who has a job. 

Anyways, as I passed him, I noticed a black mass on the floor beside him.  I looked closer and noticed it was a beautiful large dog laying in the snow, in sub-zero temperatures, under dirty blankets and several large pieces of cardboard.  I think I actually felt my heart break.

If this story is not a testament to how wonderful dogs are, I dont know what would be.  Despite the fact that this beautiful animal was freezing cold, dirty, and homeless, it was sitting there peacefully (but obviously uncomfortably), not uttering even a noise of discontent.  This is the beauty, the heartbreaking beauty of a dog: they know how to be a loyal friend like no other.  They will put their own comfort & needs on the backburner to make sure ther masters are ok.  They will follow you to Hades itself just to be by your side.  They stand by you, strong and without judgement, and offer themselves to you.  They could care less about anything superficial that everyone else seems to notice: weight, appearance, finances....they just love you. 

Right now, as I type with tears in my eyes, I think of my little friend & companion, Bearoo.  2011 will be our 10th year together, and just like that homeless pooch on the street, he has stood strong & unbroken by my side thru thick and thin.  Even when I lose my patience with him, he loves me.  Even when I gain 5 lbs, he loves me.  Even when I have no money in my bank account, he loves me.  He loves me, he loves me, he loves me.  The concept of "he loves me not" does not exist in his world.  He longs to be near me always, he is quick to lick away my tears when I cry, and when Im sick...no exagerration.....the little guy keeps a candle-lit vigil by my bedside.

I dedicate this post to my Bearoo.  Thank you my darling, my silly little thing, my best friend.  Everything I know about loyalty and unselfishness is because of you. Just when I think its impossible to love you more, you do something....one of your silly little looks or tricks.....and my heart grows even bigger for you.  Your love for me is perfect; and I am a better woman/friend/lover/sister/daughter/human being because of it.  I know youre a big boy now, almost 11 years old, and I know youre time here is limited.  I want you to know that this fact fills me with such a deep, searing pain that I dont even allow my mind to wander into that territory.  But for now, youre here with me, and I promise I will do all in my power to keep you healthy, comfortable, and happy.  All you have to do is keep loving me and be adorable: 2 things that thankfully, you are a master at.  Mommy loves you more than you could ever dream of.


For all you do,  THANK DOG.

collar: Louis Vuitton


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LE LOOKBOOK

My apologies for the bombardment of moi.....but sometimes its hard to keep up with the fiercewithahighwaisted-ness of it all.........

MONDAY:


photo courtesy of Kanga

 cardi: Aritzia
tank: Wilfred from Aritzia
bandeau: Calvin Klein
skirt: Garage
tights: Aldo Acessories
boots: UO
watch: Shoppers Drug Mart


TUESDAY:


courtesy of Kanga

 fur vest: Ebay
tee: UO
belt: Aritzia
trousers: Wilfred from Aritzia
booties: Aldo

WEDNESDAY:



courtesy of Kanga

 dress: Costa Blanca
cardi: Aritzia
belt: Aldo
tights: Pacific Mall
socks: stolen from brother
boots: UO
watches: Guess

THURSDAY:



courtesy of Cher


boyfriend blazer: H&M
bustier dress: Costa Blanca
tights: Calvin Klein
booties: Aldo
watch: Guess

FRIDAY:


courtesy of Kanga

 shirt: Aritzia
jeans: Garage
fur vest: Ebay
boots: Ebay
watch: Guess


GOD that was exhausting, but like the Queen song goes:  "One week of fiercewithahighwaist is better than a lifetime alone......."


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Drankin' Patnaz

Id like to dedicate this post to the cause & solution to my problems:  MEN.....I mean, ALCOHOL.




courtesy of Kanga

  tank: BDG from Urban Outfitters
skirt: BDG from Urban Outfitters
cardi: Aritzia
tights: Assets from The Bay
boots: Miss Sixty
watch: Shoppers Drug Mart

I once read that a binge drinker is someone who consumes more than 4 drinks in a sitting.  Well, if thats true, call me Binge-ann Binge-erson.  Most people cannot believe I only started consuming alcohol at the tender age of 24 or 25; I had a severely broken heart & a trip to Cuba to thank for that.  I rarely drink when Im alone or keep much alcohol in the house, but I LOVE it when Im socializing and I sure do enjoy how it changes my mood.  When Im tipsy, Im the person I wish I had the patience to be all the time: affectionate, sweet, & hilarious.  Plus I can DANCE.....well maybe I look like a drunk bear to others, but in my mind Im pretty much the pakistani J. Lo.

I must admit, Im not particularly fond of the taste of most alcohol.  Beer makes me feel bloated & gassy.  The smell of vodka reminds me of rubbing alcohol.  Red Wine is my nemesis. Jack Daniels & other hard liquors make my eyes water and nose hair burn.  But just like I love to cook, I LOVE to concoct new drinks.  They are defnite creepers - they taste so good you chug (or should I say binge drink) 4 or 5 of 'em and they're like liquid ambrosia going down.  Then you try to move.  GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.

Here are some of my trademark original drinks.  Try them & thank me later:

1.  MY SIGNATURE DRINK: "The Pretty Bitch" - vodka, soda, & a shot of Alize (preferably Red Passion or Rose.)  We all know of the "Skinny Bitch" (vodka/soda)...but Id rather be a pretty bitch than skinny bitch.

2. "The Cherry Cupcake" - Absolute vanilla vodka & Dr. Pepper.  I've made this drink for some of the most manly scotch drinkin' men Ive ever known...and they all drooled over it.  Choose diet Dr. Pepper if youre watching your figure, any ALWAYS go with Absolute if you want a flavoured vodka - they never add sugar, just flavour.

3.  "The Ghetto Fabulous" - champagne & Sunny D.  Its a mimosa from the hood.

4.  "Peaches & Cream" - white wine with a splash or Peach Schnapps.  If you listen closely, you can almost hear the sound of my wine enthusiast friends disowning me.

5.  "The Great Grapefruit" - Grapefruit perrier with Absolute grapefruit vodka & a sugared rim.  I like to serve it with a wedge of fresh graprefruit, just to switch it up......

6. "Jojo's Limoncello Moonshine" - I bring this to me whenever I go to a house party & the guests always suck the bottle dry.  Heres the recipie:  Get a 1L bottle of soda, pour out about 3/4 of the contents. Gather up 8-12 lemons, and slice 2-3 into wedges and add them to the bottle.  Zest the rind of about 1-2 lemons & add to the bottle.  Squeeze the juice & pulp from the remaining lemons & add.  Get a small bottle/can of your favourite store-bought lemonade (I like Calypso & Minute Maid) and add to bottle.  Top up with Absolute lemon Vodka.  You can also add a few tablespoons of sugar at this point if you like a sweeter taste.  Leave the bottle in the fridge overnight.  Proceed to blackout.

7.  "The Panty Dropper" - when a man orders scotch on a date.  Ok, maybe this isnt exactly one of my concoctions.....but it certainly does makes me wanna drop my knickers to the floor right quick.


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Tarzan With Titties....

....thats what Im calling todays look.  And yes my romper is skinned Liger.



photo courtesy of Kanga


Vintage Romper: Ebay
leggings: Aritzia
booties: Aldo
watch: Guess

Every girl loves a good romper - its like a minidress, but you dont have to worry about exposing your cooch when you cross/uncross your legs.  They do have 2 huge downfalls tho:

1.  Going to the bathroom when youre wearing one becomes an epic feat.  It REALLY feels awkward sitting on the potty with the top part of your outfit completely off & wrapped around your arm.......especially if youre in a public restroom & you have to cop a squat.
2.  Camel toe.  Its almost inevitable with rompers/onesies.  Thats why Im never afraid to buy them 1 size bigger, then just belt that shit for waist definition.



FIERCEWITHAHIGHWAIST

Happy Nut Sack!!

...or in laymans terms:  Happy New Year!

First off, my sincerest apologies for leaving you little hams for so long.  My laziness has reached new & epic proportions.  Well, its not only laziness, its also the fact that I THOROUGHLY enjoyed my holiday season & took my own sweet-ass time getting back into the swing of things.

Heres what I wore today:



courtesy of Kanga

 tunic: Zara
leggings: Aritzia
rosary necklace: Aldo Acessories
socks: stolen from brother
boots: Urban Outfitters
hair: looking uber-fierce today - god bless hot rollers

As you can see, I became quite a little chunk over the holidays.  Its not even that I ate that much, its more that I drank myself into oblivion.  At 29 yrs. old, alcohol effects my body differently than it used to - I cant recover from it as fast anymore.  Therefore, after inspecting many a holiday photo, Ive decided to take all pictures at the BEGINNING of the night - before I get my drink on.  Ive noticed that when Im drunk, I look extremely pale & puffy in photos.....as well as I get a kinda "lazy-eye" thing going on (a la NeNe Leakes from The Real Housewives of Atlanta.)  God bless my little liver, I guess it can only handle so much.......


On a more scandalous note, I have some amazing/embarassing/funny/inappropriate/awful/mind-boggling stories from all the holiday parties I went to......more on that throughout the week.......


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