hat – unknown
shirt – Alfred Sung
Jeans – Abercrombie from Winners (ollllllllld, can you tell?)
Bag – Vintage Coach ($45)
Boots – Winners
I used to shop at Winners a lot, a few times a week even. My friend used to drop me off at the mall after work and I’d bus home. OF COURSE I would take a detour through Winners. I blame the mall for changing their hours so they closed at 9pm instead of 5 on week days. I think the Salvation Army has become my new go-to store. This may seem like a downgrade but I disagree. I spend far less and get much more.
I stopped by the Salvation Army last night after work and ended up leaving with some pink lace up oxford style booties (going in the shop), a fur stole that I really love but I just can’t wear fur. (therefore going in the shop) and a skirt. I blame THIS pretty lady and therefore THIS pretty lady too for me wanting a fur stole. I just. Can’t. Do. It. I hate fur. I can tolerate leather… but FUR, nope. Won’t happen.
I was watching the food network this weekend and “The Wild Chef” was on. I have a love/hate relationship with this show. I like the way he shows how a meal is made from FRESH ingredients. Sadly, most of his FRESH ingredients start off as cute and fuzzy and end up shot and chopped up on the spot. I can hardly ever watch the show unless it’s seafood.
This weekend they were talking about Foie Gras which is basically the oversized liver of a force-fed duck. Foie gras is common in Quebec so it wasn’t a shock by any means. I decided to watch the episode and change the channel if things started dying. He admitted that not everyone approved of the techniques and everyone was entitled to their opinion. As they showed the baby ducks all tiny and fuzzy and then the full adults in TINY cages with their heads sticking out and completely willing to have a tube force retarded amounts of corn into them. It made me so sad. I feel like they were trying to show that there was no violence but still the message was clear to me. These ducks are bred, hatched, raised, force-fed to be then killed and eaten. It’s such a sad life. You can’t tell me that ducks (or other animals) were “put on earth” to feed us, or that they are stupid and inferior. I grew up on a farm, I know about ducks. I even had a pet duck (appropriately named DUCKIE) who thought I was his mommy and he used to follow me around everywhere I went. I miss that little guy.
Rant over. I’m going to go edit some photos for the shop!
p.s. I wore this Sunday – obviously not to work
p.p.s. I don’t have anything against meat eaters but treat me with disrespect and I’m throwing it right back at you buddy.