Archive for March 2010

History of Canadian Fashion

I was wondering if there is anyone out there, reading this post, who knows something about Canadian Fashion for Women, since 1910. I am doing a school project on the History of Canadian Fashion for Women, and was wondering if anyone would be able to help me. If you think you might have some useful information, don’t hesitate to email me at

Any information would be very welcome!


Add a comment March 27, 2010

What happened to this bed?

What happened here? Who sleeps in this strangely shaped bed? Be inspired and don’t be afraid to send your stories, poems, and other writing forms to !

1 comment March 14, 2010

10 Things I Could NEVER Live Without

The title says it all, right?

1. A hairbrush.
2. My dog (well, not really a thing, but I still couldn’t live without him!)
3. Flake and Galaxy chocolate bars (so what if you can only got them at a few stores in my area because they’re British…
that makes me love them even more!)
4. Vintage clothing… it’s unique, and makes me stand out a little. What’s not to love?
5. Tea. Especially chocolate flavoured and Twinings Blackcurrant Black Tea.
6. Books. I would list my favourites, but the list would be WAY to long to post.
7. The Writer’s Circle. If you haven’t tried it out before, here’s the link:
8. Nail polish, especially when you do stripes on one hand and polka dots on the other. Tacky, but insanely fun!
9. Corny movies, with lines like “Love is friendship on fire. That’s how I feel about you.” -The Perfect Man.
10. My friends- that’s you E.H., E.W., H.D., S.G., R.E.S., D.H., E.G., K.D.C., R.M., O.H., S.W., and M.O.

Feel free to submit your ten in a comment, readers!


1 comment March 14, 2010

My GREEN Challenge Results!

Yeah! I’m a Greener Teen all right!

Green Challenge
To take the Green Challenge yourself, click on the link at right- “Tosh’s Green Challenge.”

Add a comment March 14, 2010

A Cool Article… read it!

Audrey Hepburn is often voted as one of the most beautiful women of all time.
This is how to emulate her look on a budget.

Dress basic . Audrey helped popularize the little black dress. You can wear one of these to any number of events, or even around the holidays. It will easily go from work to an evening out.

Have a signature . Audrey Hepburn’s signature was definitely her short hair. If you are weary of getting a short pixie cut, make your own signature. This could be something as simple as a right hand ring or a bright pair of shoes.

Wear clothes that fit
. Audrey’s clothes could be very simple, but they always fit impeccably. If you have a hard time achieving this, try a cute lined suit or dress. If all else fails, take it to the tailor.

Choose colors carefully
. Audrey often wore black, or a neutral color like white.

Own at least one fun party dress
. Basics are great but they can seem boring after awhile. Go all out for that once a year event whether it’s Christmas or a wedding.

Keep your makeup simple . Even out your skin tone with a pale foundation & add a dramatic lip color.

Accessorize . This can be something as simple as a pearl necklace or something as extravagant as a tiara or cigar holder.

Be Yourself. Audrey Hepburn didn’t try to be a blonde bombshell. She worked with her own assets & knew who she was. This is why she was such a trail blazer. There had never really been an Audrey before.

***From, with minor adaptations. ***

3 comments March 14, 2010

Another Picture!

This is another picture that a friend made for me (different friend).

Check out my friend’s blog here

1 comment March 14, 2010

Another contest!

If you enjoyed reading the previous contest winner, maybe you would enjoy seeing your own work on my blog! Send your poetry or short story entry (no more than 1000 words) to by April 10, 2010 and you could see your piece on this blog! Be sure to send in entries by April 10, 2010!

Add a comment March 10, 2010

And the winner is…

And the winner is…

Infinity World

by Cipherqueen

Dedicated to Steven J. Padilla

Sometimes the world just hits you. Like when you wake up and find a pumpkin leaning against your forehead and dismiss it as normal- three months after Halloween. Your brain changes to adopt the rapid-fire way of life, the stop-flip-turn-SPLAT! from one day to the next. Yet, every so often, you stop and blink at the wall, laughing as you watch the mobs of people below marching in straight, ordered lines. Wouldn’t that be boring, you think to yourself as you stand and adjust the watch on your left wrist. Below, the mob chants;
“Infinity of Victory,
Infinity our land,
Infinity ‘till we retreat,
At Infinity we will disband!”
This is my life. I turn away from the window and button my sweater, lined with different devices from the Mechanist. It’s a miracle they haven’t found her yet. It’s a miracle they haven’t found any of us Denyers, really, with the Citizen III army patrolling every nook and cranny. Below, a man dressed in red races down the street.
“Find the Denyers! The capital has released information that points to this area as their hideout! Begin the search!”
I recall those words from the very first day I met the Mechanist. They know, she had whispered to me. Further explanations were short- that the Denyers were clones of famous people, and the only ones that thought outside of infinity, the only ones that could see the truth.
I turned twenty-five three days ago, four weeks after I met with the Mechanist for the first time. Honestly, though, I don’t entirely trust her. It takes a lot of nerve to take on the entire state and try to undermine century-old traditions without batting an eye, and from the rumors I’ve gathered she isn’t what she appears to be. Then again, neither am I.
The woman I was cloned as went by the name Catherine Hepburn. I go by Cathy- and forged a name for myself in acting, with the nickname ‘Topaz.’ That was expected. My polarity in attitude was not. I’m two completely different people on and off the set- a charming celebrity in one moment, and a cunning tactician the next. The Mechanist expressed that these qualities would be in great demand- but I’m not sure I like the sound of that.
The man in red rings the door below. A shiver runs down my spine, and I take a deep breath. Stay calm, the Mechanist’s words ring in my head again, unbidden. Act natural. That’s your specialty, isn’t it?
I glance at the watch on my wrist, staring at what should be twelve o’clock, only to see the symbol for infinity. Infinite time, infinite chances, infinite fortune- that was how all of the non-Denyers thought, hidden behind their dark glasses. Like everything else, they were supplied by the capital. I glance in the mirror and practice my lines as I envision the guard in front of me; judgmental, questioning. My high heels clack on the tile floor as I fidget, saying the lines in my head. Better to be nervous now, instead of later. There won’t be a director yelling ‘cut’ if I screw up then.
The bell rings, vibrating like a gong throughout the hotel. I send the brush through my hair once more and throw on the studio jacket and fake sunglasses. My ankles give out as I head to the door, throwing me to the ground without mercy. The glasses shatter, my jacket rips, and my nose starts bleeding. Great.
Below, the officer is already speaking, “The capital has requested that the Citizen III Army search this building for any Denyer renegades or unknown substances…”
In a panic, my fingers scramble the broken glass together and use clear tape to replace them. My mind is already adjusting- I’ll play the flustered young woman having a bad morning. Just then my watch starts burning, and I flip it over to see a message from the Mechanist:
Short notice again- that’s how she rolls, I guess. I just hope there’s someone to meet in the basement. Throwing my jacket behind, I climb into the laundry chute and wiggle my way down until I fall into the giant basket at the bottom. From there I take the stairs, run past the heaters, the emergency supplies, and down the ladder to earthquake shelter.
“Hey! I think I heard something down here!” calls another guard. I’m gasping for air as I slide own the last few rungs, then turn and crash straight into the Mechanist. She stares at me with the same green-blue eyes and gives a confident smile. Suddenly I understand why they’ve never found her- she’s free at heart.
“You’re pretty fast. It’s a good thing, too- we need to get moving. Ready?” She challenges me with a tilt of her head.
I nod. “Always.”

2 comments March 5, 2010






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