So who of you fashion followers haven’t heard of Tavi?
She is the 13-year-old (yes, you read me right) who is making waves in the industry thanks to her ’style rookie’ blog. The just-turned-teenager posts pictures of her daily outfits along with mag fashion spreads, which have sprung up some wardrobe inspiration for the youngster.
This month Tavi is gracing the cover of the recently resurrected POP magazine:
She looks like a pixie Kate Moss before Pete Doherty and cocaine.
It makes me reminisce about my adolescence. That awkward stage when puberty was kicking in. I was trading Barbie dolls for current issues of Bop magazine, drooling over pictures of Leonardo Dicaprio in his Growing Pains era and possibly even Taylor Hanson, but please don’t tell anyone.
And my style (if it can even be called a style) was questionable. Certainly not something to display and most definitely not cover worthy. Unless Dr. Flea’s market in Rexdale happened to have an opening for a new spokesperson and needed some shots for their monthly newsletter.
I’m pretty sure my closet was stocked full of stir-up troos, tear-away pants and handmade knitted sweaters from my granny. I had a fringe thicker than an orange brick wall and a whack smile. Two words: Pre-braces.
I was like a cross between orphan Annie and the chap who played the Beast next to Linda Hamilton on the television version of the Disney classic. That’s not self-deprication. That’s just the truth.
I’m not ashamed. I don’t know anyone who looks back at photos of themselves at the age of 13 and thinks “damn, I wish I could look like that again”.
Of course, when I was 13, I didn’t use the internet and neither did any of my friends. I’m sure the ‘net is playing a major role in the shaping of today’s pre-teens. My idol back then was my sixth-grade teacher Ms. Beattie. Today, the Tavi’s of this world look up to Anna Wintour… or Megan Fox.
I was busy riding my bike around the neighbourhood, trying to land a look from a boy named Ryan who sat across my homeroom, keep that fringe under control and try not to let my mom see that I wore sparkly lip gloss to school
I like Tavi. I think she’s pretty cool. But I wouldn’t trade my childhood for hers.
Even though I make it seem like I was the hunchback, I’m glad I had that awkward stage. I was still a kid. I had scraped knees, not fish-net covered ones. I grew out of it.
Just please GOD don’t show me any of those school pictures.
Thanks
L x
There is a special person in my neighbourhood who loves Fleetwood Mac. In fact, he’s such a huge Stevie Nicks fan that he insists on B L A S T I N G the song Little Lies every morning before I start work.
The song is then firmly planted in my head for the rest of the day. And then, just as soon as I’ve forgotten to continually hum the bloody chorus, he’ll fire it back up again.
So, I’ve been trying to think of an equally annoying, but catchy, 80s tune. Here’s what I came up with. Suck on this you Fleetwood Mac loving lunatic!
The production company behind Heath Ledger’s final film have released an interesting trailer for the much-anticipated picture.
Tiny snippets of the award-winning actor’s work is featured in the short clip, intermingled with other scenes featuring Johnny Depp, who took over Ledger’s role after he died early in 2008 after having filmed only one third of the movie.
Depp delivers a fairly poignant line at the end of the trailer.
Jude Law and Colin Farrell fill out the remainder of the role. Definitely want to see this. Cool redhead too.
Looks pretty trippy. Check it:
A couple weekends ago, my boyfriend and I decided to start swinging.
I was a little nervous at first, but J assured me that he had LOADS of fun last time he tried it and I certainly would too.
We had to wear costumes to the evening event, as well as comfortable foot wear. Lots of stretching was required and the host performed a couple moves with a partner to the excited audience before the music kicked off.
To learn the moves, I switched partners at least five times before I had it down pat. Then I was ready to rock.
J was right. The evening was amazing. I’ve never sweated so much in all my life. I have lots of bruises to show from all that hard swinging, but now J and I have decided to make it a weekly thing. We’re addicted!
You should give it a try too: Swing Time
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