serious ‘spring’ cleaning.

My first 2 attempts of cleaning out my closet earlier this year were really, truly pathetic. I didn’t get rid of anything - other than one old jacket that was 1 size too small for me in the first place (don’t ask, it was on sale). Also, my mom told me that if I didn’t get rid of the damn thing, she wouldn’t make her infamous brownies I was craving for dessert later that evening. That whipped me into shape FAST. But, alas, my so-called efforts ended there.

I know I have a lot more to get rid of as I’ve been holding on to some items since I was 15 years old…and although I love that I can still fit into so many of my old digs, I don’t want to wear something I shake my head at now. So, by the end of this month, I plan to sell what I can and/or give away of all the stuff that I never wear anymore. This includes old purses, hats, belts, shoes (gulp! this category will be hard), and clothes of all kinds and occasions that are collecting the proverbial dust.

This much-needed closet cleansing will also give me the opportunity to maintain better up-keep with my wardrobe – aka having awareness for what the heck I have in my closet in the first place. Of course, this clean-up will also help to make room for the new and improved pieces I have bought in recent years – the same pieces I wear more often than not in comparison to everything else in my closet.

When I took a look at my clothes last night, it’s a mix of way too many sweatpants and sweatshirts, old shirts that I keep thinking fit into the ‘vintage’ classification when really they just need to be ousted, the infamous ‘I thought I looked SO cool in this’ university-wear, old club-going clothes, and the other category of ‘WTF was I thinking?!’ fashion mishaps. Funny, that last category is sadly the biggest. Ugh.

Time to step it up. E-Bay, Kijiji, and Craigslist – here I come.

i heart vancity

Ahhhh…..today marks 10 days till I’m in Vancouver, Beautiful British Columbia. I can’t wait to get off that plane, shower, change clothes, hit the town with my cousins (who I’ve missed sooo dearly!), and party till the sun comes up. Granville Street, here we come!


I definitely plan to make this trip home reminiscent of the good ol’ days: sleepovers with my cousins, renting movies from an obscure video stores downtown, sushi…!, having my annual visit with friends in the area, bike-riding in Stanley Park, hot-yoga classes with my yoga-teaching cousin, hitting up the 7-11 near English Bay for some corn chips and Slurpees, heading down to Kits beach to smell the cool ocean breeze for an entire afternoon, and of course, the shopping.

Sigh…It’s been way too long since I’ve been home. And,  I know this is no way to treat a city you love, but Vancity, don’t worry, I’ll be making up for my absence. Don’t you worry about that at all.

i choose to be happy

As I get older, I realize more and more that happiness is definitely a choice. Yah, life can throw you lemons, limes, and any other sour tasting item your way – but if you make the best of these sour situations and take it as a learning experience, chances are, you’ll be ahead in this test called Life.

happy

So, choose to be happy – and make sure this choice is done with conviction as it’ll have a better chance to conquer the other feelings that do their best to overpower us at times.

Feel Happiness. Feel Alive.

tax time

I filed my 2009 taxes like a good girl should this weekend. I didn’t owe the government anything, but I also didn’t get back as much as I did the year before. All this means to me is that those Elie Tahari heels (which come in a lovely colour named Brown Sugar) will have to remain at the shoe warehouse a little longer than originally planned.

elie-tahari_brownsugar

a new beginning

This is my first post on my newly created blog. I hope more than 1 person eventually reads this as time goes on……Haha! Although, if I only had my dear friend Aman (who helped me create this in the first place) read my blog, I would be a happy girl.

A BIG shout-out to Aman for helping me create an outlet for my thoughts.