Ahrrr matey. There's something about a black and white striped top that screams pirate, especially with swashbuckler boots. Maybe the only things missing from this outfit are the eye patch and the parrot, but I felt great in it all day. We were hauling boxes in and out of storage at the store, and these boots, already twice revived by the cobbler, are remarkably comfy. The choker is from a very cool little store that used to be (maybe still is) on Ellis, just off of Bernard in Kelowna. The gafas are my new 'lucky brand' frames that I bought online. The handbag was a gift from one of our suppliers (OPI, where the 'chick flick cherry' nail polish came from). Both the sweater and the capri's are about one million years old. I'm thinking they were Winners finds, but honestly I don't really remember.
Today, Game 7 day, I will be wearing blue and cheering on our 'Nucks' to Stanley Cup victory from a Yaletown bar with some friends. This cup run has been the biggest wave of city spirit to ever hit Vancouver, definitely more than the Olympics, and maybe even more than Expo. Crazy. And we're right in the heart of it. I can hear the roar from the stadium and the streets as I watch the goals on TV. The parade up our street after each game, home or away, is unbelievable. And it's all just been a warm-up for tonight. Should be interesting.
