White Jeans & The Difference Between A Pug & A French Bulldog
I’m back from my surprise birthday! I’m the big five oh now!
I can’t believe it! Where has the time gone?
My surprise getaway included a stay at a luxury resort in the…cough, cough… ahem… Princess Suite (Princesses can be 50!), a spa day, hiking, fine food, butterfly conservatory, botanical gardens, the Shaw Festival’s musical Alice In Wonderland, gourmet peanuts grown in Ontario (who knew?) and a bit of shopping (bien sûr!). It was a great little trip even if I am HUGELY disappointed that my massage was not scheduled with one of the tattooed-steamin’-hot-buff-boy-massage-hunks I spotted at the spa. Oh no. My husband made sure my masseuse was a woman.
DUDE!!! Come on! It was my 50th for Pete’s sake!
I’ll get him back next year for his 50th! Mark my words.
Have you ever eaten a peanut wrapped inside a chip?
They are a salty crunchy bit of heaven. I am forever ruined for regular peanuts or chips. We bought them at the famous Picard’s Peanuts in Niagara-on-the-Lake. We went in hungry and came out with a massive bag and $40 worth of peanuts. It is never a good idea to shop hungry. You’d think I’d know that by now that I’m 50.
White Jeans
I wanted to wear this, but wearing white jeans is just an accident waiting to happen. Especially when I didn’t know what we’d be doing or where we were going.

Yes the pug wanted in on the action. No surprise there. For those of you that need to know the difference between a pug and a French bulldog Zoë was happy to help out.
My bag has a French bulldog on it. They look like they still could be sisters from another Mister though.
If you’re like me and white washes you out then white on the lower half is the way to go. I used to think that white made me look massive, but I’ve gotten over that since I turned 50, a few days ago, ha ha! My new found wisdom is overwhelming!
I never thought I’d be able to pull of this maternity/boho top. ( I swear I did not find this in the maternity section.)
Once again my new found 50 year old wisdom told me,
“No problemo!”
Unlike when I was in my twenties and wore empire waisted tops and people asked me when I was due now they just ask me how many baby pugs I’m hiding.

Problem solved!
Damn it’s great being 50!
What great wisdom have you learned lately?
Favourite Karina Dress & Wardrobe Malfunction
This is one sweet dress.
My Favourite Karina Dress
is the Ruby XS Black & Peach Vintage floral.

This has become my favourite Karina dress which was gifted to me by the rare and wonderful Made in USA Karina fashion brand from NY.
I didn’t think I’d like the faux wrap but I love it. No worries about possible wardrobe malfunctions.
It fits perfectly thanks to the forgiving stretchy poly knit.
Also the fact that I can pop it in the washer any old time means pug hair isn’t an issue.
This dress has been Zoë approved.
It is more comfortable than yoga pants or shorts.
I’ve gotten compliments every time I’ve worn it… bonus!
I will add that I hand tacked a little bit in the chest area where it drapes just to make extra sure there was no chance of overexposing myself.
Pop-ups on blogs are annoying but pop-outs on dresses are unacceptable.
Janet Jackson I am not at this stage in life.
Back in the day (aka a really long time ago kids) when I wore dresses without bras and went out dancing at bars I did experience the dreaded pop-out wardrobe malfunction.
I was wildly dancing wearing this non bra friendly dress with a racer back and very large arm hole openings. Beware of large armhole openings when going braless! Unless your chesticles are very well trained they may try to escape!

The girlfriend I was dancing with at the time didn’t say anything to me, she just laughed and laughed. Nice right? I had no clue why everything was suddenly so funny. I thought she just really loved my awesome dance moves. Finally after a few minutes she managed to regain her composure and pointed with a jabbing finger at the “escapee”. By that time a small area on the dance floor had cleared around me and people had started throwing money. Ha ha! Not. But it was awkward. So awkward that I had to immediately go and down three shots at the bar. Not awkward enough to make me leave though. Oh no. It was too early for that my friends! Priorities people! My dance card was filled the rest of the night from that moment on.
True story.
A person cannot make up stuff like this.
Thank heavens this was before mobile phones! I shudder thinking about someone capturing that moment on their iPhone, posting it online and making gifs or memes with it.
“Finally I can breathe!”
“So this is what it looks like on the outside!”
“They love me, they really love me!”
Now I take precautions. Everything needs to strapped down and locked up.
Enough about my wild youth.
Truly all I did was stay at home, drink herbal tea and read.
Just ask my Mom.
(Don’t forget the $10 I slipped you for Mother’s Day Mom. I told you there were strings attached!)
Now that summer has shown up I’m wearing this with some little black sandals and my sunhat. Unlike when I was in Tunisia I no longer sun bathe or go braless. Some things do change when you get older and wiser.
What do you no longer do now that you’re older and wiser? Snoopy Inquiring minds need to know.
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