Being Emme’s July Fashion Week

Seems to be a bit of a fashion week for me, and as cities and even countries declare their own fashion weeks, it only seems fitting that so should I and that I should start it mid-week.

So why a fashion week?  Aside from the clearly obvious, aka that I am just such a gorgeous glam puss that wouldn’t you all want to know what I am wearing. Well, it seems that I have joined the ranks of the fashionistas in the last week and am now on the guest list at a variety of fashion events.  Definitely not something that my Grandmother would have ever suspected of her tree climbing, bomber jacket wearing, running shoe clad granddaughter during the height of her career as a fashionista, when she owned a plush store of beautiful fabrics and tailor made women’s apparel.  But clearly since then I have learnt what the word ‘apparel’ means and I now wear dresses on my tree climbing excursions, making me uniquely qualified to discuss fashion.  Will that frock make me look absolutely fabulous and leave something to the imagination whilst I am climbing trees?  How washable is this garment when I inevitably spill red wine down my top? … All very important queries to a tomboy turned fashionable gal-about-town.

So what does the week have in store for you lot?  Well currently on the agenda (which tends to be ever changing), we have lined up:

RootsxDouglasCoupland Collection

Fashionably Fighting Chance

Now for my fashion muse:

In this picture, our model - @hummingbird604, is sporting sandle clad feet and sparkly toenails. This is all the rage for men this season.

Yes, gentleman, thats right.  It is fashionable this season to accessorize with sparkly nail polish.

So I hereby decree this Being Emme’s July Fashion Week (added the July in there, in order for sequels, which I know you are all just dying for).

Overcoming Mental Health Stigmas

Two friends that are very near and dear to me – Raul and Isabella – are at it again. Up to a whole lot of good that is.

You see, these two lovely creatures came up with the wonderful idea of hosting a Mental Health Camp last year to help erase to stigma associated with Mental Health.  And after a most successful and hugely upbeat and empowering day last summer, they are back at it again – this weekend in fact (I have been a little remiss in getting this up sooner, in favour of my own mental health and getting some sleep).

I am very proud of Raul and Isabella and their many volunteers, as I am of the personal believe that hiding mental health issues like a dirty little secret in the closet, only makes the person feel worse and continues the cycle of lack of understanding or empathy for mental health issues in society.  It is also my personal believe that we all suffer from depression at some point in our lives – whether from a more long term condition or after a miscarriage, birth of a child, death, loss of a job or change in our lives, like retirement.  I am no different.  A few years back I had a bout with depression, and let me tell you, it was damn scary.  The only thing that got me out of it was my Dad saying, “You’re depressed, aren’t you?” Finally admitting that both to myself and to him and talking about it with him is what pulled me out.  We figured out some of the causes (ie. not taking any time for me or even a day off), but mostly just having someone to talk to about it helped.  Especially someone that I loved and respected to talk to – that did not treat me as though I was an alien with a third eye on my head.  It was okay.  This happens to all of us at times.  His only concern was for helping to pull me out of it.  Reminded me again how lucky I am to have the family I have.

Remembering to Take Time for Me

This year’s Mental Health Camp is focused on ‘Using Social Media as a Vehicle for Dealing with Mental Health’.  I can’t say that this is actually always a good thing, as it depends on how it is done and on you, the person.  But I do know that this will be the perfect place to explore this.  Knowing Raul and Isabella and their past work, they will create a safe environmental with confidentiality for you to explore how much you want to share and in what way, and whether this is a positive environment for you.

This year’s Mental Health Camp is on Saturday July 10th from 8 am – 6 pm.  You can find out more details on their site and register at eventbrite.

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

A Gal’s Best Friend – Chocolate & Mystery (and a full purse)

I feel like I’m living in the midst of Ronald Dahl’s book, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, with 10 gold keys hidden away in Caramilk bars (worth the chance to discover the Caramilk Secret and win $250, 000) and an entire box of caramilks sitting in our office.   Little concerned that that makes me like Veruca Salt, the gal that kicked and screamed until her Daddy bought up enough bars and found her a golden ticket. To avoid such a reputation, I’ve decided to share and find my ticket the old fashion way, like Charlie Bucket.

Jason in Anticipation of a Lucky Golden Key

So here’s what I am doing with my bars.  If you want one, you must tell the camera what you think the caramilk secret is or what you’d do with that knowledge and $250, 000.  And YES, Nadia and Liz, this means you!!!! No more Veruca Salt temper tantrums from you two demanding gals. If you want another bar, you’ll have to smile for the camera.

Two Van Sexy lads who have tried and sadly failed:

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(Jason – I may be able to slip you another bar for the co-ordinates to the Whistler Mountain gold)

Kisses,

Emme xoxo

PS For a bar, find me or one of the folks from Ahimsa Media at a Van City Event.  We’ll mention on twitter if we are heading somewhere with caramilk in hand.

In the Name of Sport

I’ve never liked being left on the side lines.  I like to be in the game.

This is one of the many reasons why I am not an arm chair athlete and admittedly have not watched much of the Olympics on TV.  So what have been up to instead?  Well, competing, of course.

What?  You haven’t heard of me?  Which sport am I in?  No worries, I take absolutely no offence, as you see I’m in one of the experimental sports.  They are doing a soft launch of it this year with just two athletes – myself and hummingbird604.  And as we are all about inclusion are sporting events extends over both the Olympic and the Paralympic Games.

So what’s the sport?  Well, really its a long standing Olympic tradition played undercover. Yes, that’s right, the hummingbird and I are competing for whom can get the most Olympic dates. And NO, not, as others have suggested, the most Olympic shags. Neither, the hummingbird or I are tarts.  Simply, the most Olympic dates.

So far I am in the lead at 5 -3, despite twitter betting against me.  So whats the story on my dates?

  • A Swede enjoyed over a glass of wine.
  • A good, old American boy picked up our town’s latest meat market, the Canada Line.

Olympic Dates 2 & 3 (Yes, they happened at the same time. I'm not a girl that wastes time.)

  • A lonely Swiss man eating a meal alone.
  • Two drunken snowboarders, picked up in unison, at 4 AM on Grouse Mountain. (there is actually video on this one, I just need to find it for all of you voyeurs)

Olympic Date 4 wasted absolutely no time.

As for date number 6?  I am hoping it will be with this handsome Saxon.  Only problem is that he is currently MIA.

Have you seen my fella?

So my dear hummingbird?  Let’s hear the dirt on your 3 dates!

Robson Live!!!!

Absolutely loving the Cultural Olympiad!!!

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Did you know that you can take in live music, like Yuca, down at Robson Square?  And skate on an outdoor rink at the same time?  Get out there and enjoy yourself Vancouver!  We deserve it!