Adventures in Emmieland

I love patterned tights, they just add a certain something and in some cases allow me to go pants free where bare legs wouldn't look quite right. 

Today we have pants less Friday!  I ordered several relaxed littler dresses little being the operative word. I see a bit of tights shopping in the near future. 

It started off warm for Jan in Canada but sometime in the afternoon we moved to snow! Now it had just melted from a couple days ago so it will be interesting to see how long this lasts. We went to the store last night and Das commented that it was the first time I'd left the house since we moved in. So about a week and a half. I really have no place to go and the winter weather is bad enough that I won't be driving in it. I think we are easing back into my being fairly isolated. When we were in TX and living on our own it made sense that I be out and about more but now that I can order groceries online for him to pick up after work, and do most of whatever it is that I do at home/online we are getting back into the groove of not having a lot of outside influences. I'm not freaking out about it so so far so good. I think he found that while having an errand running slave has it's upside keeping me close and at his beck and call appealed to him that bit more.

After spending a lazy weekend in my pajamas this morning I figured I'd get cute. Something about dressing on weekdays even though it's doubtful I'll see anyone but Das feels right. I'll be glad when I get my new tripod b/c these phone in the mirror selfies are annoying. Although I am happy to actually have a full length mirror these days. I bought three of these little high waisted dresses which are working for me. I love the way I look busty but my tummy isn't emphasised. Love me a swingy skirt too. It can't be seen well in this picture but my tights are two tone, they start off black at the feet and slowly fade into the same blue of my dress. It's quite a cute effect. In other "I live in the country now" news, we had a vet come to the house to let us know that she's tracking the coyotes that we hear howling in the back yard at night. Apparently they have mange and one tried to attack a young girl down the street, unusual behavior bu...

I was reading a style blog yesterday and came to post about childlike style. I decided to brave the comments to see how people both perceive what childlike is and how they feel about it. First there were the people who thought anything that wasn't straight sleek and sexy was childlike. Not much wiggle room there for personal tastes or quirkiness. Then there were the people who found anything vaguely girlish creepy because they felt it was sexualizing young girls. I thought that maybe the issue isn't so much sexualizing young girls as it was their own discomfort over finding some looks that don't scream "I'm a grown woman" sexy.  There was also the group who thought the adult child style was infantilizing women.  And of course there were those who had no idea what the hoopla was about. Some even said they hadn't realized their fashion choices were perceived as childlike until reading the article/comments. I did find it interesting that no one seemed to fi...

Today it's been a year since we crossed the Peace Bridge into Canada. It has been quite the year with some heady highs and mournful lows but never once have I regretted making the move. Das had some major concerns at different points when things just seemed to be refusing to come together but now we feel like this year has started us off on a good note. I think that if it hadn't been so difficult when we first moved here I could easily have not had the amount of gratefulness that I have now that seems are smoother. I've been told that I have an amazing ability to get used to luxury, and it's true that I have expensive taste and love being pampered.  On the other hand as much as I like luxury I don't need it. In fact I've discovered that I need fairly little although truth be told I am happier with at least some luxuries, often in the form of sweets. Most of this yr I've been wearing pants daily which is not something Das actually likes. He thinks I'm...

Now that we've moved and I have most of the important stuff unpacked I have time to breathe, sort of. I am potty training the puppy so we go out every two hours for at least 10 minutes. Ten minutes is a lifetime in minus 7 weather. But until she is consistent with peeing outside she lives mostly in an exercise pen in the livingroom to minimize accidents all over the house. Last night it was cold cold cold and even though I wore a sweater to bed I still was shivering until Das came to bed. That man generates so much heat! No wonder I've been known to chase him off the bed, he's too hot and I'm trying to cuddle him and he's trying to get away from me, lol. Hmm maybe I should be insulted. I've been slowly upgrading my wardrobe and I'm torn between slightly more grown up clothes and not looking like a kid playing dress up. Between my shape and my baby fat laden cheeks I don't give the impression of an actual adult in clothes made for grown women. But sin...

We are finally moved in. I should be unpacking right now but cherry crumble and ice cream sounded more fun.  Rather amazing just how quiet it is. Our apartment was close to a cop shop so at all hours we would hear sirens going off. Last night the only thing I heard was snoring and trees rustling in the wind. I think it's safe to say that I am not a city girl. As much as I loved the idea of it the reality just wasn't a good fit for me. Mind you I also appreciate being only a ten minute drive from the comforts of suburbia. Best of all worlds.  We bought stuff! There are blinds and curtains to put up and painting to be done. I'm personally of the me hat there are wonderful people who upon being paid will do these things for me but I was vetoed. The man thinks part of the whole slave thing includes me actually doing shit. The nerve!  Won't have internet till tomorrow evening so I'm phone posting and reading between bouts of unpacking bins.  I am so glad we were able to ...

It's been quite the week, hard to believe that finally everything is in place and we start moving tomorrow. I can't wait for the furniture to be delivered in the morning. A nice big couch to lay out on, ummm yes. I'm the last person to realize this but I finally starting listening to an audiobook. Man it's awesome. I got lots of packing done while listening to an enjoyable romance. Too bad I ran out of steam well before running out of stuff to do. Such is my life. I'm just glad we have actual movers even though we don't have a whole lot of stuff it's enough that I don't want to be the one lugging it around. I carried the rotten puppy this morning and my arms ache, can't imagine what dozens of various sized bins would do to my poor arms. We just dropped the pups off at daycare this morning and by 6pm there were multiple pics featuring them on the website. Funny that they are favorites. Nelly is going to be a handful I can tell that already, especi...

So we went to the shelter yesterday to check out a few dogs. One thing I was struck by was how few dogs they had. They even had a couple imported from out of country. I'm guessing Toronto does not have a major pet overpopulation problem. The next thing we noticed was that most of the dogs were either not available to be adopted for health reasons or had major behavioral problems. The one we liked best had been adopted and returned twice for aggression. The others were all tiny dogs which don't seem to be very popular here. We thought about taking the aggressive pup but in the end after much research on getting him behavioral training so that he could hopefully integrate with us nicely we realized the initial cost was way high (over 3k) and the risk that he still might not be dog friendly was too much of a chance to take. So for now no new dog for molloy to play with.

Got my new phone, oh iphone how I've missed thee. I gave my android a real try but seriously with having a mac and having my old iphone backed up already an iphone was the way to go.  The camera is making me happy. It took most of the morning but I finally have the phone tweaked the way I want it. creating it from the old phone was a major help but I still had to add a few things. Had to delete cookies on the computer. It's good to do every once in awhile but what a pain in the butt trying to remember the eighty million log ins I have for everything. And I'm sure there are pages I forgot to bookmark that I now won't be able to find. but I guess I don't really need them then. We're going to look at another dog today, a catahoula mix. We may even lose our minds and get him before we move but I'm hoping it works out that we can get him afterwards. Trying to coordinate the move is frustrating enough as it is.

I was just thinking about how often I hear "but look you turned out fine" from people after I've mentioned something unflattering about my parents. It irks me but I think I've figured out why. By saying that I turned out fine they are giving my parents the credit of creating a good me rather than acknowledging all the personal work I had to do to not be the person I was raised to be. Since even well meaning people say this I don't get why it's so hard to see from the other side.

A couple of fluffy sweaters tagged along home with me after my excursion to the mall. I hate malls in the too many people too many things kinda way but I love a good sale and I'm all in when it comes to clothes shopping. Oh well sacrifices must be made for the greater good of filling my closet with stuff that fits. So glad for the fuzzy sweaters today b/c Das wanted me to have lunch with him, lots of standing outdoors. I'm kinda tired but happy.

Hair has been tidily cut, new phone has been ordered and I'm ready for a nap. Not like I've done much today but still it feels like a great day to just snuggle and sleep. Maybe the fact that it's 1 degree C has something to do with it. Last few times I took the dog out I was snowed on. It's not sticking but that is what made it fun. All the delight of watching snow fall with none of the hassle of dealing with it.