Suzanne Carillo

Some of you might recognize this skirt from the Altuzarra treasure hunt that I went on a couple of weeks ago.

During the hunt for this skirt I originally bought it in a size 2.

Here is the thing people…

I don't wear a size 2.

Like ever.

Size 4 mostly and sometimes on certain days of the month a size 6.

But since that was all they had left I decided to give it a go and I managed to get it on and zip it up without ripping it or having to beg for help from a sales assistant.

My brain was delighted with the fact that I had squeezed myself into a size 2.

At this point in time I can distincly hear Carly Simon singing, "You're so vain!"

When I took some photos of myself in the skirt though it looked like I'd been squeezed into overfilled snakeskin sausage casing.

There is a lesson here folks…

Just because you can do up the zipper without breaking it doesn't mean it fits.

I managed to locate a size 4 in the skirt and now there aren't so many wrinkles around my mid section like you see in these photos.

I'm doing my best Angelina Jolie impersonation.

image source

Belt & Bag – consignment, Hat & Boots – estate sales, Top & Skirt – Target

I love how this looks like a dress but is two pieces and the back detail on the belt matches up with the zipper on the skirt perfectly.

Like I'm an alien that can just unzip her skin.

Wouldn't that be handy?

Then you could just take it off, pop it in the dryer on high heat for a bit, shrink out all those wrinkles and pop it back on.

Have you ever tried to squeeze yourself into a smaller size for vanity's sake?

Did you keep the piece and regret buying later?

Or did your sanity come back prior to making it to the cash register?

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Life has been one big whirlwind lately, adventure travelling, glamping, blogger meet-ups, house guests, and although I told you I would be back to normal programming on the blog this week…

I lied.

I didn't know it at the time but I am on my way to Ottawa…our nation's capital for an impromptu trip.

I'm not complaining. There will be plenty of time to catch up on blogging when I get back.

Just know I'm thinking about you all while I'm away enjoying myself.

ha ha

NOT

joking!

…mostly

These photos are from a few weeks back when Robert took me out for a "smashing" weekend at The Royal York Hotel

one of the oldest and fanciest hotels in Toronto and Ursa

one of the best and most unique restaurants I've ever eaten at. It was incredible. This is one of those rare restaurants that actually lives up to the hype.

This silk cheongsam is what I wore.

It is very old by JS Collections.

You can't see the neckline very well but it looks like this.

I had it shortened a few years back so the slit on the side is a bit short.

Back to the evening's events…

We were lucky enough to have the tasting menu including the wine pairing.

I ate pine people!

As in the tree!

The tippy-tippy-tips of the pine tree…

and no they did not taste like a car freshener…

they were fantastic!

Soft and not at all prickly.

As a foodie I really appreciated the amount of time and effort that went into using such unique ingredients to create some truly outstanding works of art for both my eyes and my stomach.

We had booked a large suite at The Fairmont Royal York but they are doing renovations at the hotel and told us we would only have a view of scaffolding, so we chose to downgrade to a smaller room with a super sexy view of the city.

At 9 am the next morning when we were still sound asleep trying to recover from the previous night's excess we were woken up with a bang.

Not a little bang

like someone slamming a door,

or someone knocking because you forgot to put the "Do Not Disturb" sign out before bed and the maid is there rapping away on your door first thing.

Not at all like that.

Those sound like feathers falling on a carpet compared to what woke us up.

This sound was the sky falling.

Or a plane crashing into the suite above us

full of live renegade jackhammers.

Robert called down to the desk and the staff member that checked us in the night before told us all about the wonderful view in our room but failed to divulge the fact that they were rennovating the floor and room directly above us and that there would be some noise the next morning.

Well…ha ha…noise!

Noise is a completely inadequate description.

A sonic eruption loud enough to make the walls shake and the windows tremble is more on point.

Needless to say we were not happy campers.

It went on for at least an hour.

It sounded like angry giants were smashing the place to pieces.

It was awful!

We wanted to leave as soon as possible.

When we went to check out Robert complained at the front desk. Having worked in the hotel industry at guest services for years I can tell you that if you have a problem, especially in a high end hotel, you need to complain.

LOTS.

The more you complain the more likely you are to get a freebie.

Immediately we got a free brunch, which was okay…but not quite what I'd expected.

After we returned home Robert also wrote a letter to the hotel and then received an additional free night's stay. Which is more along the lines of what they should have offered up right away.

So we will be going back, (it is a gorgeous historic hotel after all)

and next time, I hope there will be no wrestling giants.

Just sexy views and ice cold martinis.

What is your worst hotel experience you remember? Did you complain and get a complimentary stay or gift?