H&M dress | Halston Heritage clutch | Spring shoes
F21 necklace, ring | Michael Kors watch

Hi bunnies. :) I’m in Vegas right now for work, attending the Market trade show. Vegas for work? Yes, but it’s not the same as going to Vegas for pleasure. I’ve been to Vegas enough times. I think I need to go somewhere else. Dear work, please send me somewhere else. Thank you.

We flew in on Saturday and had a night out — eating, drinking, dancing, eating — followed by really fast sleeping. Aka, passing out. I was pretty excited to wear the new H&M dress I bought a few days before my trip. Yes, I shopped. But it was only $35. And it’s cute… right?

Earlier this evening, I decided that it would be a good idea to have a small bite before bed. Being tired and lazy, I pulled on a pair of leggings and wandered to the cafe downstairs with my wallet and phone. As I got off the elevator, I felt something touching my leg. I stopped and turned to see what it was. Nothing. I scanned the floor further. There it was. A foot away. Lying on the floor. My fcking underwear. Too embarrassed to think, I frantically picked it up and shoved it into my leggings.

My underwear got stuck to my leggings in my suitcase, and managed to make it down the hall, into the elevator and across the casino floor with me. Yeah it did.

XO,

Forever 21

BCBG

Don’t f*ck with my shit, Marc by Marc Jacobs

Forever 21, from @chinsquared

Alex + Chloe for Forever 21

Just a quick snapshot of my latest accessories. They all have a bit of  rocker, a bit of edge and some attitude to them. And all for a very decent price too. With the amount of accessories I have and the frequency in which my taste changes, inexpensive is probably the best way to go, especially for costume jewelry.

XO,

PS - Don’t forget to enter my Winky Designs giveaway for a chance to win 1 of 2 stylish and delicious watches!

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

It couldn’t have been better. My quarter century birthday was perfect. No, almost better than perfect. (Minus a few VIB’s that didn’t make it out, and some reservation mishaps.) I’m not usually the type to do anything big or extravagant. In fact, a couple of my last birthdays were so lame that I didn’t want to be there. Cereal. I also may or may not have been in the best mood… but still. They kinda @#$%ing sucked.

So this year being the milestone that it is, I wanted to have some fun, because frankly I think I deserve some fun. And by fun, I mean… VEGAS! Okay, so my posts are a little backwards. I was in Vegas for Halloween and my actual birthday. It was epic, amazing and I promise to post it soon.

Back home in Vancouver though, I celebrated at Charm Modern Thai which we turned into a little bit of… the Bunnie Bar. I’ve never had a birthday so, so pink. With awesome food, awesome service and a whole lot of ridiculously awesome people, it really was an awesome time. Well, I think so anyways, but what do I remember. ;) Get ready to be bunnie bombed with photos!

Your eyes are not lying. It’s Bunnie Bar in lights, by Danny Boy aka Dan Lin

Red velvet cupcakes by Steph Sia of Dolce Delights

The one and only, @chinsquared.

Gorgeous ladies, including @jenliu604, @RiannaAbadia  and @ko0ty

@KueC and @RickChung from RickChung.com | @DezChen, my best man!

And there you have it, the most epic Bunnie Bar party EVAR. Thanks to everybunny — my amazing friends, my tweethearts and the new faces that came to celebrate with me! You really made my 25th THAT much better. Loves you all.

XO,

PS. I made it through the night alive on my own two feet and a few spoons of pad thai. I partied like it was my birthday, and so did a few others. Epic.

Young & Idols tank | Pins and Needles top | Forever 21 jeans, ring
Aldo shoes, earrings, ring  | Marc by Marc spring ring

It’s that time of the year again. I love Q4. It consists of Halloween, a bunnie birthday, Black Friday, my favorite holiday of all time — Christmas, Boxing Day and shortly after that, NYE. This year, I’m going to embark on a magical journey. A magical journey to Las Vegas to party among almost naked girls for Halloween, and to eat, shop and woot woot at Chippendales for my birthday. I’m @#$%ing excited. See you on the other side.

XO,

Before I get into this, I have to mention that I have been unable to post over the last 2 weeks due to lack of space I had remaining on the server I was using. My biggest concern was that you’d all be gone. I’m back now, so you can continue loving me. :)

Yup, bad habits lead to me getting some awesome new… shit. Because of the rainstorm that hit Louisville right when my flight was supposed to take off, what was originally a super inexpensive trip turned out to be…. not so inexpensive. I spent the next day exploring the Mall of America by my lonesome — a bunch of awesome stores combined with no tax on shoes, no tax on clothing . Dangerous. But so badass.

The Friday after, I also had the day off. So…. I went shopping in the States.

I have a problem. It’s shopping. But it only comes in phases. And always at the worse times. Here’s just a portion of the goods.

Vera Wang Lavender

Forever 21

Victoria’s Secret

Finally, after 2 long years.

Michael Kors

Jessica Simpson

How’d I do?

XO,

Wilfred top | F21 jeans | Aldo shoes | Chanel tote
Banana Republic necklace | Urban Outfitters cuffs

Acid wash jeans remind me of cows. And cows go moo.

XO,

Front & Company | Forever 21 | Zara

H&M

Aldo Accessories | Front & Company

XO,

H&M cropped sweater | Liberty Love loose tee | F21 tutu
Aldo bangles, necklace | Michael Kors watch | Wanted flats

Big fish versus small fish. If presented with the option, would you rather work for a big company or a small company? There seem to be pros and cons for both. Let me break it down for you, the way I perceive it.

Big. More established, more security. Chance of higher salary. Opportunity to grow with the company, and if you do, it can be a big deal. The problem is, will you be someone? Or just a numbered employee?

Small. Chance to learn more about the business and gain experience in new areas. Opportunity to work closely with head honchos. Less security, possibly less pay. Room for creativity and your ideas.

What else is there? It’s possible that I may be faced with this situation soon…and I’ve been thinking about the benefits and downsides of each without but I haven’t made much progress… so help me. What’s your take on it?

And seriously, since when did I get to a stage where I have to make these kinds of decisions? It was just yesterday that I was running through the park, twirling in a tutu. (Not literally, but it’s a good idea.)

XO,

PS. There it is. The tee I loved so much… that shrank and was last seen: Just a photographic memory.