Sparkle + Fade jacket | Forever 21 tee | American Apparel leggings | Kate Spade bag
Love Bunnie necklace | Aldo shoes, rings | Marc by Marc ring

Bling, bling. Money ain’t a thing…. if you’re a shopper extraordinaire like me. I love a good sales and finding good deals. Who doesn’t?? And if you don’t… then I don’t know what to tell you, other then you’re interesting. :)

Sale shopping is dangerous though. You can end up with a lot of stuff you won’t wear, just because it was “OMG, such a good deal!” If you don’t get any wear out of it, was it really a good deal? Or just a waste of money? Think about that one.  I’ve been severely guilty of buying things just because they were on sale, but since my closet started running out of space and being occupied by pieces that had no ROI, I started to do this: Shop sales without looking at signs or price tags. If you wouldn’t look at it at regular price, why would you buy it on sale?

Which brings me to my next point: Style is not accompanied by a price tag. I don’t know why some people just don’t get it. The jacket and shoes I’m wearing were all purchased on sale. And the glasses? They’re from Marquee. Yes, the club in Las Vegas. But who would ever know? So, just because you’re dressed head-to-toe in designer doesn’t mean you look good. I hate to break it to you, but you have to actually have, um, a sense of style.

Which brings me, to another point: Where is this shopping fund coming from? In Vancouver, there is a large chunk of girls who are always rocking the most expensive shoes, the nicest bags and the newest designer trends. And I get it — some come from wealthy families, some have “awesome” boyfriends (debatable) and others simply work hard and smart for it. Fine. But what about the ones that don’t fall in either category? How do you do it? Why do you do it? Are you broke? Do you have a plan for “making it on your own?” Does that even matter?

H&M x Versace jacket | Wilfred Free tee | Forever 21 jeans
Aldo shoes | Marc by Marc necklace

DIY shorts

Before you question the meaning of my post title, don’t. It’s not worth your time. I’ll explain later.

What you’re seeing in this outfit post is just that — one of the H&M x Versace collaboration jackets. No, I did not line up over night to get dibs on any of the items. Nor was I invited. In fact, I had no idea how the whole thing worked, so I wandered into H&M the day of, hoping to get a glimpse of the collection and oh, did I. From behind metal gates. In my head I shouted but I’m Bunnie Bar!! Yeah, that has no pull.

I gave up on the H&M x Versace collection after seeing that everything was gone just a day after the launch. Meh, I’ll live. I visit H&M pretty regularly, so I wandered in on another day and couldn’t make it past the Versace section because the guy I was with caught glimpse of something amazing and started gravitating towards it. The jacket. Someone returned it. And it was a size 2. Fate. Shit.

So after some justification on why this is a @#$%ing awesome piece, I agreed and purchased it — just to hold on to and decide if I really wanted it. It never made it back to the store. I now own it. I OWN YOU.

Still a little intimidated by the crazy jacket, I wore it to the Jay-Z and Kayne concert. And shit, did I get a lot of comments. From random dudes. It was awkward. And exciting. It’s crazier than the other jackets in the collection, but with the help of my awesome male stylist (not gay) who inspired my first outfit, I think I’ll get some good wear out of it.  What would you wear this with?

XO,

PS – I don’t think I’m fat. Nor am I a stick. Nor… would it really matter. Just so happens that I received the perfect comment on my last post which I used for the title of this post. You know, since I’m in shorts and all. It was meant to be.  Thanks for the ammo. You earned it. xo

Dresses: Laura Petite, H&M, Bebe

Happy new year everybunny! I’m a day late, but I have a good excuse. I was practically bed-ridden on new year’s day due to a lot of awesomeness the night before. I woke up around 12:30pm and freaked out that… it was 12:30pm. One thing about me is that I hate waking up late because it makes me feel like I’ve wasted the entire day. So with that being said, I…. somehow ended up getting up at 5:30pm. A real lazy Sunday to start off the new year.

However, with laziness comes time to reflect and that’s exactly what I needed. When I think of the year that just passed, it feels like just that — another year passed. But think harder and memories and lessons start to unfold. And although I can’t say that this year is the best yet — every age, every stage in life has different experiences that stand out, different events that are important, different requirements to grow — 2011 has been one of the most diverse and influential in making me, hopefully, a better Bunnie.

One thing I am a bit disappointed in is that I didn’t meet all the goals I made. Not only that, I forgot I made them. So once I settle on my resolutions and goals for this year, I’m keeping them visible. After all, you’re supposed to revisit them every now and then to see how you’re doing aren’t you?

So aside from the typical resolutions that are really on everyone’s list — go to the gym, save money, what else do you have? Share them with me. Could be that your resolutions are things I need to do, need to improve on, or things I’ve never even considered. So I need to know. Here’s two for you 1) read one book a month 2) use your phone less. I read this post I wrote 2 years ago. It’s like I just slapped myself in the face. Maybe you need a good slapping too.

Anyways, happy new year to all of you! Wishing you the best in love, happiness and success – whatever you strive for in 2012. Thanks for reading, as always.  ♥

XO,

PS – Today’s also my BFF @chinsquared‘s birthday. HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Love you lots. xo

H&M romper | Priorities Blazer | Aldo shoes, bracelet | Love Bunnie headband
Kate Spade bag | Michael Kors watch | Club Monaco belt

When I was younger, I remember my aunt telling me that that I should coin this phrase: I don’t know. And don’t get me wrong. I’m not dumb. (I tried to prove it in this post.) I know some things. I’m just indecisive. Really. Really. Really, indecisive.

Some people just know. They know what they’re going to wear each morning. They know which color shoe they prefer. They know which flavor of ice cream they’re going to order. And it’s easy for them to choose what to do when given options on a day with… nothing to do. Me? I can’t even decide what kind of food I feel like eating if I’m not craving anything in particular. And once I’m there, I can’t decide what to order. I suck.

You know what else sucks? Those other people who really know. They just do. And I don’t mean about the unimportant things in life. I mean real shit. These people are all-knowing on an elite level. These are the people that grow up knowing all their life that they want to be a lawyer. And they do it. Then there the others. Those that meet someone and within a short period of time, they too, know. Apparently when you know, you just know.

So what’s the secret?

For one, I graduated years ago, and honestly, I still don’t know what I want to do. When I was in high school, I thought I wanted to be a doctor. Or a pharmacist. Clearly, I’m not. I’m blogging. For fun. Who would have thought?

I had a conversation with my GF the other day and she had the same question. How do you just know? How do you know if he’s the one? What if you think you might know. Is that knowing? Or is there some ultimate force that takes over and makes you 100% sure? Do you trust yourself enough to make that decision? Because I don’t. I “knew” once.  And it @#$%’d me over. Now I’m just scarred for life. Traumatized. All-unknowing. That’s another story for another day.

I think a part of the issue is that I’m a perfectionist. I want everything to be perfect, to be right. So, I can over-analyze things. Sometimes. As a result, I don’t know what I want because I’m scared to make the wrong decision. And I can’t figure out what’s best for me. And maybe I’m scared of failure. Which can in turn, cause failure. So what am I to do? Take a leap of faith and risk making a very bad decision? Or play it safe and miss out on opportunities? Are you supposed to think with your head, or your heart? I have a problem. Maybe I’m going through my quarter life crisis. At least that, I know.

What about you? Do you know?

XO,

Wildfox hoodie | DIY shorts | Seychelles booties | Longchamp bag
Michael Kors watch | Aldo bangle

Just kidding. I’m kind of smart. Or at least I used to be. I got a science degree. True story.

Then I started working. Working, and forgetting everything I learned in school. Which was okay, because what kind of normal person uses the Pythagorean theory, analyzes action potential, calculates the projectile trajectory of a moving object or knows what pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis means on a normal day? (Look it up.)

I’m not working in the industry I went to school for, but I’m okay with that. I like internet marketing, business, arts and crafts and the like, but you can learn all of that through experience. You can’t learn science though. This is what I tell myself this to make me feel better about my degree. I did enjoy it though, I swear.

And over time, all this knowledge — the knowledge that made my brain so sexy and used to meet cute boys — has leaked out of my head and been erased from my memory… forever. That, makes me sad. And annoyed. Yea, you know what’s annoying? Being the spectator of a somewhat science-related debate when someone turns to you and goes, YOU should know this! You did science! Oh yeah? Well you know what? I DON’T. I don’t remember what I learned 3 years ago, and you know what? I never learned that anyway, you asshole.

So I feel dumb. I feel dumb that I can’t remember why your ears turned out funny or why your elbows are double-jointed. Or why you have acne. (Okay I do. It’s from bacteria eating fatty acids off your face.) And sometimes, I miss being in the industry. I miss really using my brain. So tell me – did you go to school for something you are or aren’t doing now? And how’s that going for you?

XO,

I know it’s a little bit late. I’m known for that. But in correspondence to a previous post I did asking ya’ll to guess what I’m going to be for Halloween, and then proceeding to force people to guess because nobunny would play my game, you can finally stop ripping out your hair from trying to figure out what we were. The answer lies below…

Marquee at the Cosmopolitan, Las Vegas

Get it? Please say yes.

For the few that did share their guesses with me, thanks for being good sports. There were some creative guesses. Except for the person who guessed that we were going to be um…semen, good try though.

This was the easiest and quickest costume I’ve ever made which is good because I’m starting to get lazier and lazier with costume making each year. Kinda happens with age, I suppose. We literally took one bag of spider web cotton, stretched it out and spray painted it. The key to making it look realistic though, lies in color choice. Picking the right color is difficult and requires true talent. Luckily, I had a color picking expert help me along the way.

By this time, if you’re still wondering so WTF are you? I’ve gotta say, I’m disappointed. I had high hopes for you and your intelligence. Just kidding. Aside from being awesome, we are also….

 cotton candy!

You’re welcome.

XO,