August Band of Bloggers

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Pop quiz, hotshot: How well do you know your favourite Band of Bloggerette? Sure, we’re all reasonably up to date on each other’s interests, hobbies and the pretty, glittery things that make our hearts go pitter pat, but when it comes to the vitally important markers of a person’s character – favourite band, desert island scent, fight stance in the zombie apocalypse – how well do we truly know our virtual neighbours? ūüôā Let’s delve into 10 deeply random questions and find out, shall we?

1. No really, zombie apocalypse survival strategy: Fight or flight?

I always enjoy the assumption that in the event of such an unlikely scenario playing out, we all instantly turn into master marksman crack shots with nothing but pure ice water running through our veins.  I think the most likely course of action, in a world in which zombies are up and lumbering about, would be to tuck myself into the very furthest corner of a closet and just quietly go insane.  Then my cat will eat me.

2. You’ve been a bad, bad kitty and you have just one final meal coming your way. What’s on your plate?

My mom will be delighted to know that just about everything on my final meal menu is one of her delicious creations. ¬†To start, bruschetta with heirloom tomatoes and lots of garlic. ¬†Bit of Romano cheese on top. ¬†Starter flute of Kir Royale. ¬†Obscenely garlicky Caesar salad, made with raw egg yolks. ¬†Spaghettini Amatraciana (tomatoes, bacon, white wine, more garlic) with a side of fried chicken. ¬†Another Kir Royale. ¬†Big slice of mom’s apple pie, maybe two. ¬†Coffee, strong, black and sugared. ¬†Goin’ out in simple, delicious style with this one.

3. Aside from wax (or nail polish, or crafting supplies, or beauty products) what item do you have major multiples of?

Life in a condominium apartment presents certain storage challenges, the main challenge being there is none.  So cleaning house, in the literal and figurative senses, has been a casual ongoing project of mine for some years now.  As such, I have very few multiples of anything.  But at one point three or so years ago, I had five nearly identical, horizontally-striped, A-line t-shirt dresses hanging in my closet.  So comfortable!  I use the pilled, stretched-out guys today as swim cover-ups.

4. You’ve just won the lottery. Before best friends you didn’t even know you had begin to show up on your doorstep, what’s the first thing you buy without even thinking twice?

That gigantic Disney vacation I’m always going on about, just with a completely blind eye to money. ¬†As in it will be no object. ¬†First class plane tickets so we don’t get tased and thrown off our flight. ¬†The best rooms in the most top-of-the-line resorts. ¬†Reservations at Club 33, Disney’s not-so-secret supper club. ¬†A night’s stay in Cinderella’s castle suite. ¬†Fifty grand to close down the Haunted Mansion for three hours so we can ride it 13 times in a row solo. ¬†And a couple of bucks to throw at Gaston after he massages my aching shoulders. ¬†Gotta put those muscles – every last inch of them covered with hair – to good use. ūüėČ

5. Biggest celebrity crush? This can be anybody – an actress, a musician, a fictional character from a favourite movie, book or television show, or maybe even an historical figure.

I tend to like ’em dirty and deranged – Edward Norton as Brad Pitt as Tyler Durden, Keith Flint of The Prodigy and, most recently, Jon Hamm in Baby Driver. ¬†But at the moment, quite contrary to my usual crush type, it’s Keegan-Michael Key. ¬†I just think he’s so handsome. ¬†Great eyes, kind, open face. ¬†Very little trace of the dirtbag. ¬†I feel like Buffy dating Riley – something’s just a bit off, and it might be the absence of scuzzbucket.

6. Flats or heels? Or are you running barefoot through life like some sort of hippie?

Flats these days (especially when they’re as cute as the adorable ice cream slip-ons below.) ¬†But a decade or so ago, heels all the time, and none of this wedge platform malarkey either – bona fide stilettos, and the more impractical, the better. ¬†I have this one pair of Ralph Lauren sandals that are naught but two flimsy bands of satin wrapped around a razor thin heel. ¬†They retailed for $475 15 or so years ago, but I nabbed them at an outlet for $25! ¬†That wearing them for any longer than half an hour is akin to your feet being whipped by a thousand angry Lilliputians is besides the point – they’re devastatingly sexy (if you can walk in them, and I can) and whadda deal. ūüôā

7. Whether it was created through a customs order or simple pick-and-mix blending at home, what’s the greatest scent blend you’ve ever stumbled upon?

Based off a Rosegirls’ scent they made last year, perhaps the year before, I created a stupendous custom blend with Sniff My Tarts that was – and is, although my stores are running low – one of the best darn smelling things to ever grace my nose – Mango Sorbet, Coconut Cream Pie and Vanilla Waffle Cone. ¬†It’s tart and juicy, with hints of crispy sugar cone and unidentifiably delicious creamy things, and I still can’t get over how well my decorated sheet cake turned out, both in terms of scent and aesthetics. ¬†Lovely.

8. It’s snack time! ¬†Are you reaching for the sweet or the salty?

Salty, always salty. ¬†Preferably salty, deep fried and starch-based. ¬†And I wonder why I have a weight problem (no, actually, I don’t wonder; I think this makes it pretty clear!)

9. What’s a personal style moment you’d never care to re-live?

I think I’ve always looked darn cute, no matter the style-of-the-moment. ¬†In grade 9 I even managed to rock ankle-zip jeans and a pink Northern Reflections sweatshirt with an embroidered LOON on the front. ¬†Or maybe I just thought I was rocking it? ¬†But I went through a bit of an unfortunate punk lite period after university that suited me in sensibility, if not style. ¬†Because there was very little of the latter, just a weird affinity for armfuls of cheap, studded leather cuffs and Emily the Strange hoodies (I shouldn’t knock the hoodie; I wore my cat ear’d (and paw’d) Emily the Strange zip-up on my first date with Mr. Finger Candy.) ¬†My hair also stuck straight up (and out) in an odd, product-enabled kind of spiky faux-hawk that made me look like a mad scientist who’s been electrocuted by her own creation.

10. You are going to live in a biodome beneath the sea for the next three years and have been allotted space for just ONE book (tiny dome!)  What cherished book will keep you entertained for the next 1095 days?

Under the Dome by Stephen King.  A very on-the-nose choice, I realize, but also a favourite novel, and a gigantic beast of one, at that Рclocking in at a massive 1072 pages, it represents the best value for your bitty biodome buck.

If you’d like to play along at home, please feel free to answer these questions in the comment section below, and we hope you’ll visit these Band of Blogger blogs and help support the blogger community!

Amanda at Thrifty Polished

Jaybird at The Candle Enthusiast

Jessica at The Meltdown Blog

Julie at The Redolent Mermaid

Lauren at LoloLovesScents

Liz at Furianne

Sandra – me! – at Finger Candy

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10 thoughts on “August Band of Bloggers

  1. This was a lot of fun! Though your zombie apocalypse answer went dark fast… lol!
    Girl those shoes!! I have to ask where you got them, you may have mentioned above, I’ll go check again but they are amazing! Totally adorable.
    Is it truly 50 grand to rent the Haunted Mansion?!ūüėĪ lol though I could totally see you doing that if money wasn’t an option.

    • Yeah, went a bit dark there for sure! And I didn’t even answer my own question, as I basically advocated for a full stop, end of times. Although I guess that’s a type of flight?

      The shoes are from http://www.shoebakery.com – as I believe their tag line says, wearable works of art. Not the most inexpensive things ever, but they were a special gift for myself and a friend (matchy matchy!) They have some pretty incredible heels, too.

      So how do I know that it’s approximately 50K to rent out the Haunted Mansion for a handful of hours? Or that it *was* 50K to rent out the Haunted Mansion for a handful of hours? Because my husband, 14 or so years ago when he was my fiance, asked me what my dream wedding looked like. I responded that ideally, we’d get married in the front hall/Stretching Room of the Mansion. So Gangbusters actually enquires with the very kind and totally delusional people at Disney, and they inform him that a partial shut-down of the ride for just a handful of hours (at, like, 7 in the morning), plus a whole host of other guarantees we had to make about room and food and alcohol sales, could be ours for the low, low price of about $50,000. Jaw/floor. We laughed pretty hard about that one. Ah, but to have the funds to do it!

      • Thanks! I will have to check them out!
        Gah-lee, I can’t believe that! It’s so unreasonable! Yet some people are so crazy and would go in debt for it in a heartbeat for their wedding even if they couldn’t afford it just because they wanted it.
        I could see why maybe it has to be high I guess to deter people from doing it so that they won’t be down from sales during the day from people wanting to ride it but if your saying they are making you do it crazy hours in the morning than I don’t see how it would disturb them.

  2. Your apocalypse answer disturbs me but in reality that’s what would happen to the vast majority of us, haha.

    A delicious, garlic laden last meal; bad breath doesn’t count when it’s the last one after all.ūüėā

    Disneyland vacay sounds epic!

    Your ice cream flats are soooo cute and I’m impressed with your previous dedication to ridiculously awesome heels. As much as I love fashion; heels have never been a must for me. I’m pretty sure I could not walk in the ones you mentioned without serious bodily injury.

    • Okay, so my zombie survival non-stance is maybe a tad bleak. It just strikes me as the truth. Like, if there’s any moment to go stark raving bonkers en masse, I’d say it’s when the dead get up and start chasing us down to eat our brains. Everyone in the movies just strikes me as being very well-adjusted. Too well-adjusted given the circumstances!

  3. I wanna discuss your celeb crushes but I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out- You broke the first rule, and the second rule. Ed Norton is in my top 10, dirty, clean, howev. (And yes, there are 10 in my well-curated list, it was tough choosing just one for an answer). Keegan-Michael Key is an excellent pick too, nothing’s sexier than humor and kindness.
    Thank you for sharing your delicious SMT combo, I have a teeny piece left I’m saving for a reminder of how good it is for the next custom opening and that candle on the wax photo-total win! Speaking of winning, it’s astounding to read that a teenager thought she always looked pretty darn cute, a revelation honestly-nearly every, but not all, young ladies I know have hang-ups over looks, weight, fashion, whatever. Is it possibly a blissful carefree Canadian attitude, or have you always been just that confident in yourself? Whatever the reason, it’s refreshing.
    And, that meal is making my mouth water, I’d eat every course right along with you (from the other side of the glass observation room?) love the bring on the champagne attitude, too, lots! No headache in the morning.

    • Hey dude, I didn’t say one word about the thing we’re not supposed to talk about. Also, Bulgy McAbs didn’t say anything about invoking his name, just a lot of crap about reclaiming your manhood or whatever.

      I’m glad you love that (my?) blend – it’s so yummy! I have no idea why I didn’t get a supplementary cake this time around the SMT custom hokey pokey. I do still have the entire cone and surrounding wax left, so it’s not like I’m in danger of running out, but when they open only twice a year…anyhow, all that to say I’ll probably be ordering it again at some point, and I hope you do, too!

      You know, despite never coming down super hard on myself for how I looked, it manifested itself in infinitely more passive ways, and I absolutely can’t claim then the kind of confidence that I have now. Like, I’ve always liked me as a person, and I’ve even mostly been down with my fashion sense and all that other good stuff, but my relationship with my bod has been a fraught one – edge of anorexia in high school, edge of diabetes now. So obviously I’ve got my issues; I just try to put them out there honestly, and also by cutting myself as much slack as possible. There are so many people in the world that are willing to cut you down; I wish teenagers (girls and boys) would realize that they don’t need to contribute to the crap. Lord, that *is* kind of zen – I’ve gone all Canadian Buddha over here. Well, there are certain similarities in shape, especially around the middle…!

      Another option for final meal would have been to just drink to the point where you want to die. Have THAT night and what comes next might not be so unwelcome?

      • “I’m Jack’s complete lack of surprise”

        I ūüíõ your blend!
        I also wish teens would come to that realization, but so many have raging self-esteem issues that they’ll trade hurting another for a few seconds of feeling superior. I guess it’s a realization that comes with age.

        Re:the last meal. Exactly. No regrets while simultaneously feeling, just kill me now.

  4. You made the best BoB yet. I loved all the questions and reading everyone’s responses. SO much fun. Also… LOVE your flats.

    I will add that Stephen King novel to my to-read list on GoodReads. Your last meal sounds incredible. I miss garlic so much since my husband is allergic I haven’t been cooking with it and I realize just how much I used to cook with it. My poor garlic press is weepy and rusty from disuse. Between his recent reactions to garlic, egg and black pepper, meals have been morose to say the least.

    Hey now. I remember the ankle zip jeans. My mom had a pair of Guess ones that were stonewashed that I would steal from her all the time. That red and white triangle on the butt. Yes. I really look back at wearing the button up high-waisted Bongo shorts in all the electric colors with The Body Shop Explorations animal shirts and think “oh man.” I forgot about those. Or my platform Vans. Those were clutch.

    And of course, here’s hoping you get your dream Disney vacation some day!! xoxo

    • Thanks, Julie, that’s awesome of you to say. ūüôā I loved the responses, too – I liked seeing everyone’s goofier sides.

      I would really have no idea how to cook without garlic. Seriously, how do you do it? I forgot about your husband’s dietary do-nots – yikes, eggs. A fairly common one, but what a pain – as you no doubt know, they’re in sooo much. Can he use egg replacements or even vegan eggs (no idea how that works, but I do know they’re hideously expensive at my local health food store.)

      Platform Vans! Aren’t those called creepers? Like the kind punks wear? Or Billie Joe Armstrong of Green Day – he’s a big creeper dude. That’s completely awesome style – I love those things.

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