So this weekend was the first weekend of redhead Natalie. The BEST thing about red hair is that your hair is actually, like, a COLOUR, so you can incorporate it into your outfit. When my hair was brown, it was just “there”. Now, I get to play with clashing and complimentary colours! HOORAY FOR CRAZINESS!
Saturday I chose to wear green. Green and orangey-red hair look nice.
WHAT? Is that an exposed midriff? Yes. It is. I’m SO CRAZY.
Two things to note about this outfit:
- Note how white and disgustingly translucent my ribcage is compared to my arms and legs. I now have a bright red stripe across my stomach from sitting out in the park with no sunscreen.
- I guess I looked PRETTY GOOD, because a middle-aged old man with a potbelly, old “jump rope for heart” T-Shirt and a pair of LEATHER PLEATED PANTS with a matching leather karate-tied belt came up to me in the park. After creepily standing behind me and staring at me for about 3 minutes, he said “You are just beautiful! Can I take you out for dinner?”
Ya. I’m pretty attractive to the men.
They were having a dog wash for charity in the park called Paws for the Cause. Molly got a wash.
I felt sorry for the very nice girls who were washing her, because she had just taken a dump and there was DEFINITELY some residue on her bumular area…
All clean, Mommy!
P-Hops and Tami came over for some delicious homemade salad-melange at night.
And I invented a recipe for super-duper-delicious fried chickpeas!
Molly got mad at me because we stayed up late watching Pride and Prejudice. She really wanted to go to bed:
Sunday I headed out to the East end to do some vintage shopping for a SICK EVENT THIS WEEKEND.
Time to clash-it-up good with my red hair and a hot pink dress!
IT WAS SO HOT OUTSIDE. The streetcar was a frigging disgusting sweat-lodge. Plus, three empty streetcars passed me while I was waiting in the hot, hot sun on the east end. Why were they empty? Because for some stupid reason, all three were turning up Parliament and across College. So of course the next streetcar was JAMMED with sweaty, stinky people who wanted to travel across Queen. Go figure - people want the streetcar to follow the grid, instead of taking fucked up detours for no reason. FUCK.
BUT, I met the cutest little jack russell puppy on the streetcar. He couldn’t resist turning around and trying to lick me. Look at those paws!!
Swan’s smoked arctic char and a glass of Viogner for dinner…
…and it’s Monday.