Last Saturday my cat went missing. Her name was Narly and I got her when I was eleven years old. She was small, soft, gentle, and extremely affectionate. Children loved her for it. She had just turned nine and was mainly an outdoor cat but never left the yard; the most she would do was perch on top of the fence because she liked being high up. Anyways, I waited a day to see if she would turn up or if she just got locked in someone's garage or something (since it is the middle of summer), but no luck. I called the SPCA to see if they had picked her up or had her dropped off, but still no luck. After posting her picture and information on the SPCA website and hanging up posters on the streets around my home I decided to go looking for her. I had been calling her from my yard since she had disappeared but for the first time in 9 years she didn't come prancing around the corner at the sound of her name. I left my house for the sidewalk behind my property and saw that the tall grass had been trampled down up to our fence. There was also a large empty case of beer and a trail of blood on the concrete. I walked farther down the sidewalk until I got to a really bushy area separating the sidewalk from the field of the elementary school. Again, I saw that the grass had been trampled down and some of the branches were snapped. I followed the trail deeper into the bush and found empty beer cans, a bloody swiss army knife, and my dismembered cat covered in flies.

People make me absolutely sick. And that is all I can say.

Mmmm....free LuluLemon.

My sister is a geological engineer who, over the last year or so, has basically been doing the jobs of three people because her employer won't hire anybody else to work for the company. She finally snapped about a week or so ago and told her boss that if he didn't hire someone soon she'd quit (she's been working there for about six years). In order to entice her to stay working for him, he gave her a $150 gift card for a spa here that sells LuluLemon clothing and higher end cosmetics like Stila and O.P.I. Long story short, I got a free LuluLemon racerback tank top (it was originally ~$60). I love big sisters.

All the best,
Average Allie

My Scarf Collection

I have a scarf fetish. And a jewelry fetish. And a clothes fetish. But mostly just a scarf fetish. Well--okay, no. I have an everything fetish, but I'm blogging about my scarves today.

                               

This is my trunk. I got it for $25 at Winners like a pro. It's just an ordinary trunk until you open it, then it becomes the AMAZING TRUNK OF AWESOMENESS AND WONDER. "Why?" you ask? Because it's full of all my beautiful, beautiful scarves.
I love scarves. Damnit, every time I try to type "scarves" I end up typing "scarbes". Just thought you'd like to know that. Anywho, I think I have a substantial amount of them--22 to be exact--and I care for them all as if they were my children. But not really. I just wear them because I think they're purdyful. Plus they hide my embarrassing lack of boobage. Here are the more cold weatherish ones:

From left to right, where I got them:

-The Salvation Army, like a boss
-Aldo
-The Salvation Army
-My grandma
-Reitman's
-Suzy Shier
-Suzy Shier
-Ricki's
-Payless



And now for my spectacular Spring/Summer/Autumn/shutupIknowit'scoldoutbutthisispretty ones:

Again, left to right, where I got them:

-Somewhere in Mexico
-Smart Set
-Aldo
-Dynamite
-Aldo
-Aldo
-Smart Set
-Smart Set
-Smart Set
- ....Smart Set
-Aldo
-It starts with an S and rhymes with "Shmart Shmet"

Taaadaaa! Oh yeah, plus this one from Aldo that I'm wearing today. They keep me warm, hide my wannabe tittays, and ad a huge punch of colour, texture, and/or pattern to my outfit. So simple and oh so worth buying. I LOVE THEM :)



All the best,
Average Allie