tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85618903902334233382024-02-19T11:32:19.558-05:00cats and grrrlsMelodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03516758170879524765noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-1277841060000685042011-06-05T16:42:00.018-04:002011-06-07T07:47:18.096-04:00flea market Sundays<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5799108466/" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3008/5799108466_11fbc48855_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
The past two Sundays have been spent at the St Lawrence Market, browsing the tables full of curious trinkets, delicate china, film cameras and old maps from the '40s.<br />
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I got myself a handful of books, a clock brooch, and a pretty compact mirror.Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-78205762559928649062011-05-31T00:35:00.000-04:002011-05-31T00:35:34.290-04:00Vintage Cat asks, "What's delaying my dinner?"<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/4/41/Harry_Whittier_Frees_-_What%27s_Delaying_My_Dinner.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Photo by Harry Whittier Frees, circa 1905</div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-38549319351452454922011-05-29T22:20:00.001-04:002011-05-31T00:05:28.478-04:00Toronto weather has always been bi-polar. But despite the pouring rain slamming my window right now, Melody and I have decided to put together our latest summer wishlist.<br />
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Melody's picks from <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/">Modcloth</a>:<br />
<img src="http://img194.imageshack.us/img194/3166/lunapic1306682136517992.gif" /><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(<b><a href="http://www.modcloth.com/Womens/Dresses/-Saturday-Market-Dress">1</a>, <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/Womens/Dresses/-Summertime-Living-Dress">2</a>, <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/Womens/Dresses/-Palmy-Weather-Dress">3</a></b>)</span></div><br />
Carmel's picks:<br />
<img src="http://img405.imageshack.us/img405/3233/lunapic1306682136517991.gif" /><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(<b><a href="http://www.bergdorfgoodman.com/store/catalog/prod.jhtml?itemId=prod67630002&ecid=BGALRJ84DHJLQkR4&ci_src=14110925&ci_sku=X0UWG">1</a>, <a href="http://www.modcloth.com/Womens/Shoes/Heels/-Syllabus-Heel">2</a>, <a href="http://www.barneys.com/Bradford-Brogue/501028652,default,pd.html">3</a></b>)</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm oddly missing school at the moment, hence the academia-meets-South of France/Paris-like footwear.</div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-63661540350975669042011-05-24T01:09:00.000-04:002011-05-24T01:09:10.943-04:00Trees that bloom<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753795654/" title="042 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="042" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3133/5753795654_4d03dab2a1_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
Melody and I went to High Park recently to see the cherry blossoms in full bloom.<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753669208/" title="Melody by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="Melody" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3265/5753669208_65f2fb7b23_z.jpg" width="291" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753710020/" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5221/5753710020_8e8a23c493_z.jpg" width="290" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">On <b>Melody</b>: thrifted coat, H&M dress</span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753729696/" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/5753729696_b89693749b_z.jpg" width="600" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753721196/" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5753721196_f1555c2961_z.jpg" width="600" /></a></div></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753710024/" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="380" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5029/5753710024_81a59cb45a_z.jpg" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753227781/" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" height="380" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3432/5753227781_14f6992127_z.jpg" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">On <b>Carmel</b>: Jack by BB Dakota skirt, Style&Co. denim jacket, Vans boater hat</span></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753321407/" title="036 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="036" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5267/5753321407_ab13c8c45f_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5753703170/" title="Untitled by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2534/5753703170_30c676ba04_z.jpg" width="600" /></a>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-11490521889793623032011-05-20T12:57:00.002-04:002011-05-20T17:22:26.639-04:00Vintage Kitten in saucepan<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35326221@N05/4012226456/" title="Vintage kitten in saucepan. by pollyanna.uk, on Flickr"><img alt="Vintage kitten in saucepan." src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3077/4012226456_a38e05f240_z.jpg?zz=1" width="600" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Photo from scanned postcard, via <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35326221@N05/4012226456/in/photostream/">Flickr</a></div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-34669487995280210932011-05-19T12:23:00.000-04:002011-05-19T12:23:10.155-04:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5726618941/" title="018 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="018" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2601/5726618941_9692451371_b.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
A couple of weeks ago, I went down to the Don Valley to do some field work for an exciting new project Melody and I are both a part of.<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5726579389/" title="012 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="012" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5726579389_001aecbf8c_b.jpg" width="290" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5727138626/" title="009 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="009" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5138/5727138626_69bbef70f7_z.jpg" width="290" /></a><br />
I went with David and Selina, and we took a whole lot of photos. These are just a few inside one of the Brick Works factories.<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5726590931/" title="013 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="013" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3174/5726590931_3c6f865556.jpg" width="290" /></a><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5727144754/" title="010 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="010" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5024/5727144754_efaccc6dec.jpg" width="290" /></a><br />
More photos will be up soon!<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Photos taken by David Oliver</div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-85689796251722417972011-05-16T18:44:00.007-04:002011-05-27T00:49:49.265-04:00Block Party<img src="http://localhostr.com/file/9MkFl33/lunapic_130558295317375_8.gif" /><br />
I'm finding myself drawn to bright colour blocks lately. The dresses above from <a href="http://www.asos.com/Asos/Asos-Colour-Block-Knitted-Dress/Prod/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1473321&cid=8799&sh=0&pge=2&pgesize=200&sort=-1&clr=Multi">ASOS</a> <a href="http://us.asos.com/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1605242">and</a> <a href="http://us.asos.com/pgeproduct.aspx?iid=1632130">Pearl</a> are quite perfect for spring/summer adventures.Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-20537308496225329632011-05-15T12:49:00.006-04:002011-05-16T12:51:24.290-04:00Vintage Cats!<img src="http://vintageprintable.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Art-Drawing-Animal-Cat-Knip-21.jpg" width="600" /><br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Photo from <a href="http://vintageprintable.com/wordpress/">Vintage Printable</a></div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-3847119803341318382011-05-13T21:55:00.001-04:002011-05-13T23:50:03.710-04:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5678633596/" title="IMG_7044 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_7044" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5025/5678633596_d2dc93d1a6_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
Ever since the school year ended, weekends have been filled with a lot of catching up time --<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5678636088/" title="IMG_7048 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="IMG_7048" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5107/5678636088_8a93f40dde_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
and what better way to catch up than over tea and macaroons!<br />
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</div>Today was an odd day in terms of the weather. The sweltering heat was a bit unexpected. Melody and I, along with two other friends - Georgia and Carissa, went to get some gelato immediately after the Miracle Fortress in-store at Soundscapes.<br />
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<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ryJVQcG3tXg?rel=0" width="600"></iframe> I got this album some serious replays back in '08. I think it's time to bring back the jolly-rockin' and romance-yearning it never fails to bring out in me.Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-8525336918553411972011-05-10T01:14:00.001-04:002011-05-24T01:14:31.092-04:00Moon River and Nadinoo<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="371" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ubeFZwCR2lM?hd=1" width="600"></iframe><br />
For the past few days, I've been playing the video above repeatedly, and I still can't get enough! I have this tendency to fixate on videos of acoustic performances and play them every morning for the duration of said fixation. (I had one with The Elwins' "<a href="http://vimeo.com/19353655">Sitting Pretty</a>" a few months ago. It was intense.)<br />
<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2043/5697041521_ed0d9cbb35_o.jpg" width="600" /><br />
The clarity of this video is fantastic, the cover quite decent. But the dress! Her Nadinoo dress is so lovely (as with all things Nadinoo), I just can't stop staring!<br />
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Here's a Nadinoo fashion film, which also features the same <a href="http://www.nadinoo.com/product/fleurs-penna-dress">Fleur's Penna dress</a> above!<br />
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I think this was for their A/W 2011 collection. Their summer one just came out, and I'm drooling all over, as expected.Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-12560017613051332952011-05-09T00:03:00.003-04:002011-05-10T01:29:00.328-04:00You ain't born typicalHere's the thing: it's impossible to know everything when it comes to music, even when music is part of your job. Dozens of records are released every week and I'm lucky if I can listen to one a week. Sometimes, bands take time to ease into so factor that in too! That being said, I will admit that The Kills had fallen by the wayside of bands I should really know a thing or two about. And man, am I kicking myself right now.<br />
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<div></div><div>In a last minute effort to soak up as much information as possible about The Kills for an interview the next day, I spent a night combing through the internet for every interview I could get my hands on and I also gave their latest record <i>Blood Pressures</i> a proper listen. And again, I am kicking myself. Trust me, I'm pretty bruised up from all the kicking.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyprxt40TWFHL76_fY1cjQAqxsNUuLmjW59WG2fA-5cAAaJJnM3oeXo8DerH1c1_QFnGR6ser9oor0fMZLoVChtu-Xhc0BTHlIAaYP_iFSbfvYQbp8wLCxtlyUiYhZL5NzlPGze-nWzXu/s1600/tumblr_lkpc8061Vp1qbo61co1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXyprxt40TWFHL76_fY1cjQAqxsNUuLmjW59WG2fA-5cAAaJJnM3oeXo8DerH1c1_QFnGR6ser9oor0fMZLoVChtu-Xhc0BTHlIAaYP_iFSbfvYQbp8wLCxtlyUiYhZL5NzlPGze-nWzXu/s400/tumblr_lkpc8061Vp1qbo61co1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>My taste in music varies a lot but it usually revolves around a good melody and a great hook. So yes, I love my pop music. But every so often, I need something more and The Kills gave me everything I needed and then some. The immediate rhythm that kicks in on opener "Future Starts Slow" hooked me and my goodness, Jamie Hince and Alison Mosshart's shared vocals reeled me right in. Needless to say, that's the only thing I've been listening to for a week now. (And in case you were wondering how the interview went...<a href="http://www.spinner.ca/2011/05/05/kills-beyonce/">click here</a>!)</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ShdgQSCf9zw" width="480"></iframe><br />
Also, as a last minute reward, I was able to catch their set later that night at the Sound Academy - a place I constantly tell myself I will never return to but alas... - and even though the $25 cab ride pretty much broke even with the cost of my free admission, I left with no complaints. In fact, I left wanting two things: to desperately be Alison Mosshart and just more. I wanted more!</div><div><iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/w3fZP7QC4PE" width="480"></iframe><br />
Mosshart enjoys the tough persona she projects on stage but her soft-spoken, giddy personality in real life is just as magnetic. Live, she's explosive. Strutting on stage, dancing around, building up what I must admit to be the most sexually tense show I've ever witnessed (as I <a href="http://twitter.com/#!/melodylamb/status/64877596650909696">tweeted</a>: "<i>The Kills = sex. If this show isn't turning you on right now, I don't know what will.</i>") Offstage, she's sweet and is almost always smiling no matter how much she might not want to be sitting in the middle of nowhere doing an interview on a rainy afternoon. No wonder so many people idolize her. </div><div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSk0OXvnrGDqgpQi8nTZnwipcD3YCB8miiTspkMIv7IIQU2Feq7teEjRf0I7hqjJUst_DxRtvxkDPUvTFgA84H66jdb56NJ5_AKINWXKQWFOBKY8GwpL6y7N7isjy1ljv9E599tUZrom1/s1600/tumblr_lkezj7fGad1qd6hgfo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuSk0OXvnrGDqgpQi8nTZnwipcD3YCB8miiTspkMIv7IIQU2Feq7teEjRf0I7hqjJUst_DxRtvxkDPUvTFgA84H66jdb56NJ5_AKINWXKQWFOBKY8GwpL6y7N7isjy1ljv9E599tUZrom1/s400/tumblr_lkezj7fGad1qd6hgfo1_500.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxknqbvj9eTAXR3XHUfnvy6wnIMzgEVGh8I0oAxHi41ybjvhiNf0WbDoRC7MzZvpV6d0-FxVFaB4LI4OpBbf28cOXRqc-AUa0_qrKk3lmvq9VSr2monGAVDPtMU0vhDUwExXZSw0AfHX7/s1600/DSC04743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRxknqbvj9eTAXR3XHUfnvy6wnIMzgEVGh8I0oAxHi41ybjvhiNf0WbDoRC7MzZvpV6d0-FxVFaB4LI4OpBbf28cOXRqc-AUa0_qrKk3lmvq9VSr2monGAVDPtMU0vhDUwExXZSw0AfHX7/s400/DSC04743.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Style-wise, she really only needs the following things to survive: leather, leopard print, plaid, fur, skinny black pants and an endless supply of black fabrics. It's effortless and classic, like she just rolled out of bed in a perfect outfit every day. Mosshart definitely has a distinct style, one that I can only hope to respectfully imitate (such as the photo above).</div></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28933y9GD4jGTvdLk4AbmE1QTOk-s65Sr-MYFTJT_FNkQojKX4ZK5CQ97xL6DLSQk0EWB7wfL2NJzRMXUMRJnefMp1d-6Yg7eM4c_AyPl9OgoXQ5abJMJl5XRp1C9rB-ltEAwS1UV9INY/s1600/Alison%252BMosshart%252Balison.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28933y9GD4jGTvdLk4AbmE1QTOk-s65Sr-MYFTJT_FNkQojKX4ZK5CQ97xL6DLSQk0EWB7wfL2NJzRMXUMRJnefMp1d-6Yg7eM4c_AyPl9OgoXQ5abJMJl5XRp1C9rB-ltEAwS1UV9INY/s400/Alison%252BMosshart%252Balison.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YJc1eBd90SRQ2uuVc3eWJ0EeGb1l-XLEiarwBiSHWcrEaDTF2s6vspanC9mSXiBM9hn20BVbk9WE_EY_k6ZEyCFtjh6QpGuDen-iSeW5l4emXBrk4TK1ajk4BwWGYQiJcjJslMFwjTOq/s1600/tumblr_lkh7vi2KT51qipmqto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6YJc1eBd90SRQ2uuVc3eWJ0EeGb1l-XLEiarwBiSHWcrEaDTF2s6vspanC9mSXiBM9hn20BVbk9WE_EY_k6ZEyCFtjh6QpGuDen-iSeW5l4emXBrk4TK1ajk4BwWGYQiJcjJslMFwjTOq/s400/tumblr_lkh7vi2KT51qipmqto1_500.jpg" width="316" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Mosshart embodies strength and confidence, showing that women can definitely hold their own in what is still a fairly male-dominated world of rock 'n roll. And she does it all with a kick-ass attitude, a bullshit-free demeanor and a cigarette in one hand. Don't like it? 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</div><div>This post is about my mom and Mother's Day! Although I'm sure this is another Hallmark-related scam of a holiday (cue Ron Swanson: "Birthdays were invented by Hallmark to sell cards."), it doesn't hurt to treat your mom to a day of her favourite things. My sister and I often split duties on Mother's Day, taking her out for lunch to the restaurant of her choice, then shopping wherever she wants. And yes, that included a fabric store one year. With each year, I feel more and more guilty about the lack of time I spend with my mom so Mother's Day is something I make sure to mark off.<br />
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Happy Mother's Day, mom! And yes, I will clean up that mess in the sewing room tonight. I swear. xo </div><div><br />
</div><div>(Photos of my mom, circa I'm-not-too-sure...but look at her! Beauty.)</div>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03516758170879524765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-25345369033401058292011-05-06T12:56:00.003-04:002011-05-06T12:56:00.206-04:00From low to high doth disillusion climb<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5678072251/" title="2 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="2" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5182/5678072251_79ded30604_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
Nature has been generous with its showers lately. And as an unpleasant downside, I have been dealing with this cold for almost a week. I've also been wearing toques and bundling myself with scarves - not exactly for sartorial purposes but simply as a frugal attempt to lessen the weather's effect on my physical being.<br />
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Though they might try, the rain and cold winds can never stand in the way of an adventure! (Sorta.)<br />
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Georgia and I spotted these daffodils while walking around Bellwoods one day. The yellow conveniently matched my new dress!<br />
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We felt that this final photo looked like it was making some Romantic statement about nature overpowering humanity -- or something along those lines; hence, the Wordsworth quote for the title!Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-40670309118389303242011-05-05T02:18:00.009-04:002011-05-05T19:55:51.742-04:00"Why aren't there more women in bands? And it's like, duh."<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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I was always the girl in junior high who wanted to learn how to play the drums but was too shy to try out in band class. Instead, I was stuck with three years of playing the flute while three boys played the drums. And truth be told, only one of them was good.<br />
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I still don't know how to play the drums but my heart goes out to the strong female drummers out there - the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gLESpHrtvxs">Meg Whites</a>, the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbxRu7fwR24">Janet Weisses</a> and the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZL91Uv5e8g">Carla Azars</a>. They're the ones who still inspire me to one day pick up a pair of drumsticks.<br />
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What 14 year-old Melody could've used was something like Girls Rock Camp. This is their first year in Toronto (there are various chapters of this around the world) and alas, I no longer fit the age requirement (ages 8-16) but I cannot stress how important Girls Rock Camp is. As the Riot Grrrl manifesto says: "BECAUSE we see fostering and supporting girl scenes and girl artists of all kinds as integral to this process."<br />
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Girls Rock Camp is a 5-day workshop where young girls learn how to play instruments, have fun making music with other girls and there are even self esteem and leadership development workshops! Imagine what a kick-ass, confident drummer I'd be if I went! But I'm content with just being a kick-ass, confident writer instead. You win some, you lose some.<br />
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Tonight, Girls Rock Camp Toronto will be throwing a fundraiser at the Horseshoe Tavern featuring Gramercy Riffs, Julie Doiron and Forest City Lovers' Kat Burns. Rockin' ladies, rockin' cause and a guaranteed rockin' good time! Tickets are $12 at the door and all the proceeds go to Girls Rock Camp Toronto! Help the future Meg Whites!<br />
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(PS - The quote in the title is from the lovely Kathleen Hanna!)<br />
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For more information about Girls Rock Camp Toronto, go <a href="http://www.girlsrocktoronto.org/news.html">HERE</a>.<br />
Facebook event for tonight's event - <a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=205444389480027">HERE</a>. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1111683&t=w" /></div>Clearly not of the <a href="http://www.google.ca/search?um=1&hl=en&biw=1077&bih=655&site=search&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=panama+hats&aq=f&aqi=g2g-m2g-ms1&aql=&oq=">Panama-variety</a>, but I figured it appropriate to post watercolour illustrations of English 19th century headwear as a tangent to the recent royal wedding (which Melody attended, via her television, and blogged about <a href="http://catsandgrrrls.blogspot.com/2011/04/love-thing.html">here</a>).<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1111748&t=w" /></div>How intricate does the detailing look in these!<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://images.nypl.org/index.php?id=1111752&t=w" /></div>(I have a feeling this blog will turn very English in a few months.)<br />
<div style="text-align: right;">Costume of the ladies of England, 1810-1823.</div><div style="text-align: right;">via the <a href="http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/index.cfm">NYPL Digital Gallery</a></div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-75452356292443778962011-04-30T09:01:00.002-04:002011-04-30T09:01:00.136-04:00Analogue New York<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5617998678/" title="55170015 by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="55170015" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5108/5617998678_76d612b25b_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
The month of April has been a jumbled mixture of insanity. One of this month's highlights was definitely our trip to New York.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/garbledupwords/5617985260/" title="131 (2) by garbledupwords, on Flickr"><img alt="131 (2)" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5105/5617985260_25bdcd8064_z.jpg" width="600" /></a><br />
The weather was severely unpleasant when we arrived, but fortunately, the clouds gave way during the second half of our trip. The sun and the sky eventually cooperated and gave us ample sunshine to enjoy Central Park!<br />
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We spent the afternoon dipping things into hummus and drinking iced tea (even though the weather was still chilly and incredibly windy)!Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-78353723029371171992011-04-29T06:46:00.004-04:002011-04-29T23:33:58.089-04:00Love Thing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTKiECVi6wcyH8S7HrVhG6iGKexlaGCA0PQFh7hVv2bzzSZb_hH_enYPcuY6xhT_Au2JD4gBYMT4ljkwUO4liUDqEv6E0hEZSyMwThhTxqpuYarfsUCgJtuqiBgpKRMbBpErpeOKBBJd9/s1600/DSC04445.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGTKiECVi6wcyH8S7HrVhG6iGKexlaGCA0PQFh7hVv2bzzSZb_hH_enYPcuY6xhT_Au2JD4gBYMT4ljkwUO4liUDqEv6E0hEZSyMwThhTxqpuYarfsUCgJtuqiBgpKRMbBpErpeOKBBJd9/s640/DSC04445.JPG" width="600" /></a></div><br />
Yep, I woke up at 5:30 a.m., dressed up and watched a wedding between two people I don't (personally) know. I expect a thank you card from William and Kate. (P.S. Kate aced the dress and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QPFt8TIx9_c">THIS</a> was unfortunately what came to mind when I saw the Queen in yellow - "Canary yellow! With the loafers! You crazy, grrrl." Oh, Drake.)<br />
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Also, this wedding definitely makes me realize that I DON'T want to get married. Honestly, I don't look that good in white anyway.<br />
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I don't celebrate Easter but I do enjoy holidays that provide post-holiday chocolate sales (Valentine's Day, I guess you're not so bad). Unfortunately, I spent the weekend coughing my lungs out because I got sick last week so alas, Mini Eggs were replaced with packs of Halls. On the bright side, I was enlisted to cat sit for my friends and nothing cures a chocolate-less spirit like a couple of kittens. Oh, and sunshine! Mother Nature, I appreciate the spring weather. Good job.<br />
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Meet the <i>felis catus</i>, also known as the wild cat.<br />
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After seeing Born Ruffians play the Opera House a couple of weekends ago, I had an encounter with two <i>felis catus</i>. (Not really. They were two domesticated cats that decided to take a lovely late-night stroll around the neighbourhood.) One was a shy, full-grown calico and the other a very affectionate little tabby!<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;">Photos from the Mid-Manhattan Picture Collection,</div><div style="text-align: right;">via the <a href="http://digitalgallery.nypl.org/nypldigital/index.cfm">New York Public Library Digital Gallery</a></div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-48688030207168077482011-04-23T17:06:00.002-04:002011-04-24T12:59:24.799-04:00Hard to Explain<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfAdjA8o4H-prmZcdff19KMgfsEjeU9rcy1OvKqC_dIcWwJpZ2qqs9TN1Xv3aQ0ztgHN6IMBT1MyQOAFoyGa96WZNlIS8JX1CTjqgIDXE-BZHW-ukl-JyDzNZtTMWfj0xptlPMU6B8QXm/s1600/110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyfAdjA8o4H-prmZcdff19KMgfsEjeU9rcy1OvKqC_dIcWwJpZ2qqs9TN1Xv3aQ0ztgHN6IMBT1MyQOAFoyGa96WZNlIS8JX1CTjqgIDXE-BZHW-ukl-JyDzNZtTMWfj0xptlPMU6B8QXm/s400/110.jpg" width="375" /></a></div><br />
"...our souls are left in the city of our departure."<br />
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That was part of the first sentence I read in an article on Lykke Li in the latest issue of FILTER on the Sunday we left New York City. The moment I saw those words, I looked out the window and I knew, somewhere in that city, was a part of my soul.<br />
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My fantasy of moving to NYC didn't come to fruition till recently, as I began to wonder where I would go after I graduate university, but as soon as New York entered my mind I knew I had to move there. I became obsessed. A lot of people thought/still think that I'm crazy for choosing such a massive city and that it would eat me alive the moment I stepped foot in it but who am I kidding, I thrive on craziness.<br />
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</tbody></table>Since I probably won't be making the big move for another year or so I thought I had to at least get acquainted with my future home and decided to take a little trip with Carmel last month. Oh, and we also went to see the Strokes. Yeah, that. (cue 15-year-old Melody fangirling)<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">Having lived in Toronto my whole life, I tend to always compare cities I visit to my hometown, as I'm sure everyone does. But New York and Toronto definitely related, like step-brothers. There was a weird sense of deja-vu everywhere - from Grand Central to Central Park, every corner reminded me of a similar spot in Toronto. And maybe it was because of that that made me feel so at home.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">I had anticipated to be shaking in my boots (or in this case, my glitter oxfords) just a little but nothing. Carmel and I even mastered the subway system! That must mean something (other than the fact that we know how to navigate around really well)!</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwE6qDgcXN9yqkLbQPDira5Q2nIZ8ji7rjcMeD8MndTNuBj0_8kL7bak-yn-6ulV3XEJR9XvsbNontSd6nh2thLzV_g0hPb_nftmXlfyd93NyAHUCGsDyh4qWLb1-_YMSIH-v7EI0tY28/s1600/146+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwE6qDgcXN9yqkLbQPDira5Q2nIZ8ji7rjcMeD8MndTNuBj0_8kL7bak-yn-6ulV3XEJR9XvsbNontSd6nh2thLzV_g0hPb_nftmXlfyd93NyAHUCGsDyh4qWLb1-_YMSIH-v7EI0tY28/s400/146+%25282%2529.jpg" width="336" /></a></div>Needless to say, we explored, we walked and yes, we shopped. New York had me at hello and one day, we will become the best of friends. Till then, we'll just have to settle for a long distance relationship.<br />
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</tbody></table>Melodyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03516758170879524765noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-47779275182514951692011-04-14T23:03:00.000-04:002011-04-14T23:03:02.818-04:00Vintage Cat<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/statelibraryofnsw/3210637493/" title="Soldier's goodbye & Bobbie the cat, ca. 1939-ca. 1945 / by Sam Hood by State Library of New South Wales collection, on Flickr"><img alt="Soldier's goodbye & Bobbie the cat, ca. 1939-ca. 1945 / by Sam Hood" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3467/3210637493_0473d00538_z.jpg?zz=1" width="600" /></a><br />
I've been a fan of the above photograph ever since I first laid eyes on it through the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/statelibraryofnsw/">State Library of New South Wales flickr account</a>.<br />
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Imagine my delight when I found the rest of the photographer's collection through the library's digital archives!<br />
<img src="http://acms.sl.nsw.gov.au/_DAMx/image/18/139/a167020h.jpg" width="600" /><br />
<img src="http://acms.sl.nsw.gov.au/_DAMx/image/18/139/a167018h.jpg" width="600" /><br />
Looks like we got ourselves a cat treasure trove!<br />
<img src="http://acms.sl.nsw.gov.au/_DAMx/image/18/139/a167017h.jpg" width="600" /><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: right;">Photos by Sam Hood, via <a href="http://www.sl.nsw.gov.au/">The State Library of NSW</a>, ca. 1925-1945</div>Carmelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13784021621421023686noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561890390233423338.post-86755625179558386112011-04-13T19:23:00.000-04:002011-04-13T19:23:05.679-04:00My dad owns Pitchfork, I own my red hair<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbJ-nFVZQQsRm80pqprGCbAOq9QPXXKDzFuxJt9pw6DItdf93EAqlXKd7TJMM3P6BYg1FOu018K-XTLVRi8UdDPdenz6kxe_16lgHGq4qL7s3Kl5b5BvsCmkF2HF9R2wQcaKMFkhLOn80/s1600/hipster_little_mermaid_21.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbJ-nFVZQQsRm80pqprGCbAOq9QPXXKDzFuxJt9pw6DItdf93EAqlXKd7TJMM3P6BYg1FOu018K-XTLVRi8UdDPdenz6kxe_16lgHGq4qL7s3Kl5b5BvsCmkF2HF9R2wQcaKMFkhLOn80/s320/hipster_little_mermaid_21.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">In my last year of high school, I decided to dye my hair purple. Call it rebellious, call it “cool”, call it stupid – I did it. It took hours of bleaching (damn black hair) and then applying purple hair dye but at the end of the day, I was a purplehead. That spiraled into a years worth of changing hair colours that marked memorable milestones such as attending my prom and graduation with bright pink hair and taking my grad photos in the most alarmingly unattractive green hair (tip: blue hair dye fades to dead-grass green). My head was a walking mood-ring of shades. Pink for the cheerful days. Blue for the more low-key occasions. Green for the lazy I’ll-dye-my-hair-later days. And well, I don’t even know what purple was.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Dyeing my hair came along with an equal amount of kick-ass confidence and self-consciousness. Walking down the halls of my high school, I knew people were staring and depending on the day I’d either embrace those stares and walk with a bit more strut in my step or I’d feel the immediate urge to run and hide in the nearest bathroom till everyone left. Needless to say, I graduated a tad scarred but ultimately sporting thicker skin. Skin that would later get inked multiple times and draw just as many stares.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">—</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">It’s three years later and for some reason I decided it was time to summon the bottle of bleach again, the goal this time – red. Now contrary to Jezebel blog posts or all those Hipster Ariel memes, I wasn’t dying my hair to join the latest hip club of cool because, trust me, walking around high school with green hair excluded me more than include me into any clubs of any sort. The idea of becoming a redhead had been floating around for quite some time now but alas, leave it to my recent marathon of the UK teen-drama series Skins to give me the green light to go red. In the third and fourth series of the show, one of the main characters, Emily – a lesbian twin a la the Quin sisters but minus the guitars and well, the other twin is straight – sports a fiery hairdo, one that I became obsessed with. And so, after a weekend of not leaving my bed I decided to peel myself away from the computer and head to the nearest Shoppers Drug Mart. I remain straight though. The show didn’t influence me that much.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">So thanks to Carmel and my friend Kayley, I was reborn a redhead. And again, I was greeted by the looks.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Sitting on the subway, on my way to a movie date with a friend, I suddenly felt like I was in a high school hallway all over again. I felt the eyes of strangers darting in my direction and a bead of sweat started to form on my forehead, making those handful of stops seem that much longer. Let’s face it, when we leave in the morning, we fear the judgement of others whether it’s your clothes, your shade of lipstick or in this case, the colour of your hair.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">By taking my hair out of its natural element of black, I’ve stuck a giant flag on my head and although we all crave that bit of attention every now and then, that self-consciousness returned, full-force. The days that followed became a see-saw of emotions ranging from “I love it!” to “Oh God, what have I done!” as it occurs every time I decide to cut or dye my hair.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">But at the end of the day, it’s red and I chose to do this. And with all things in life, there’s no point in regretting so, a week into this experiment, I’ve decided, to hell with self-consciousness! I’m going to own this red head like Hipster Ariel’s dad owns Pitchfork.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgmffq6lYgrdYHwdJyr2mgHFK_YUibnh_48_7O5Z7Zof3XXTpkQvVKIefzHZKejW-TQkI6JgCJRyK_9lwYiPlVydAydqWgok_td39jePPGMmF1DXCeOTJnPuqgpthi3S2JhtzjA7fxeYd/s1600/Photo_00018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgmffq6lYgrdYHwdJyr2mgHFK_YUibnh_48_7O5Z7Zof3XXTpkQvVKIefzHZKejW-TQkI6JgCJRyK_9lwYiPlVydAydqWgok_td39jePPGMmF1DXCeOTJnPuqgpthi3S2JhtzjA7fxeYd/s320/Photo_00018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">And with that immediate shift, I felt empowered by my hair and those stares became good stares. In fact, in the past week as a redhead, I’ve gotten more positive, reassuring comments than I did in all twenty years as a brunette. Whether those are pity reassuring comments or not, from people who felt my oncoming breakdown, I don’t care, I’ll take it. You like it? Why thank you!</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">Positive attitude that you put out is what you will undoubtedly get back, in one way or another. I sound like <i>The Secret</i> but hey, with red hair comes wisdom. Okay, not really but with experiences like this, you learn a thing or two. Sometimes you need a traumatizing high school experience, sometimes you need a few bottles of hair dye. Sometimes you don’t need anything at all. High school Melody, I’m sorry you had to learn the hard way.</div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;">But now excuse me as I must whip my (red) hair back and forth like the confident woman I am.<br />
Cue Willow Smith.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px !important; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 8px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 8px;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhg4lyQWz1qiubfyo1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljhg4lyQWz1qiubfyo1_500.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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