D'you like it? It's 'McDonald's arches gold'!

Hey gang! What's up?

Weather's cray on my end in Toronto, weather's cray on the guys' end in St. Catharines. Love to our family and friends who are being rained upon, flooded out, blown around and generally bothered by this wrath of Mama Nature.

I was cruising Pinterest tonight like a stereotypical female in her mid (to late) 20s on a Monday, watching Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho with my roomie, and I was reminded of this, for approximately the kwillionth time.

 Recognize this colour?

Tiffany Blue? Robin's egg blue? Sky-unaffected-by-hurricane-Sandy blue? 

Fellow facebook friends, pinners and valued members of our brand-obsessed society, this is our friend turquoise. Your preferred wedding colour scheme or accent on a plethora of non-Tiffany made accessories is turquoise. There's nothing wrong with that, either! It will look lovely with your gowns, tuxes, et cetera, and everyone will tell you what a lovely party planner you are. Heck, it looks great with the rhinestones on the watch you bought at that weird convenience store that also cuts keys and has those weird birdcages with the bird robots inside of them. But it's turquoise.

Not too far from seafoam green, and just down the road from teal. I'm just trying to change the world in big ways that matter, one irksome misnomer at a time.

Lurv,
Chomps

Levi Strauss is rolling in his grave.

Ladies, ladies, ladies.

Can we talk? Can we be 'real' with each other?

 What's the deal here?

"that one part of my side-thigh gets way colder than the rest of my thigh though!"

These jean-shorts are hurting us. I am a steadfast fan of the cut-off but I can no longer stand idly by while you people fudge everything up with your ignorance to the fact that this does not compliment ANY woman's widest area (small, medium, extra-medium or large) in any fathomable way. This is the UGG of my summer. You are all beautifully clad in well-pressed button ups or sheer flowing blouses with impeccable accessories, but when I scan to admire the rest of your fashion choices I am left wanting to cry into the two half kleenexes sticking out of your leg-holes. NO WAIT, THOSE ARE POCKETS. What are they for again? To conceal items that you'd like to keep close at hand? How novel.

It's unacceptable. Rectify it immediately. Your strappy sandals and wedges and cutesy pedicures still look fab though.

to all of us who represent the company...

Hey friends! We haven't shot the breeze in at least two months. This is partially because I have no idea in what manner one should shoot breeze. Bullets keep flying right through it and I'm never sure if I'm doing it right. Vat of jello, fine. Kiddy pool full of guacamole, ok. Then we'd have something to shoot stuff at as well as conversate about. Yes, I just said conversate.

Check out the site this weekend, there are amazing treasures to behold for half the price, starting February 17th.

Thanks to a friend who knows what's what (who wrote a book; go get it because it's one of my favourites of 2011), I found this guy named Guante today. It's not a HUUUUGE secret that I spend about 32+ hours of my week serving the general public of Toronto a certain type of beverage with a certain popular symbol stamped on a certain kind of partially-recyclable cup. I have spent the last 4 years of my life doing this in some capacity, and prior to that (throughout high school, university and college) I was serving the general public of St. Catharines as a cashier at a grocery store.

People have been telling me for years that it takes a 'certain kind of person' to stay in a customer service or retail job. They're right. We are the perfect combination of friendly, over-achieving, pacifistic problem-solvers. We apologize when it's not even close to being our fault, we smile when we want to strangle you, and we pretend it doesn't bother us when you decide you're in the mood to pretend like we're not human beings. I have a ton of friends, loved ones, and a mother that work to make people with no manners happy on a daily basis. What they do (and what I do) matters to me, a lot. Just so you know.

I liked this.