Old Navy top, Parasuco jeans (thrifted & last seen here), BCBG heels (last seen here), Joe Fresh necklace,
H&M bangle & Bay ring

I am a creative person.  Or at least that's what everyone tells me.  I love blogging.  I love reading other blogs.  When I see others blogging about the most random things, I often find it interesting, fun and I enjoy reading it.  It can be as simple as a new snack they've created, showing off a pair of new shoes, giving us a sneak peak of their work space or simply giving us a glimpse into their day-to-day life.  So why is it with such simple ideas to blog about, and things I personally like reading on others' blogs, I continue to get bloggers block?  Am I not taking enough photos?  Am I not letting these ideas sink in?  Or am I simply not creative enough?

Creativity doesn't include listing what I'm wearing and why I'm loving it.  That's not creative, those are facts people, and if I could come across witty and humourously sarcastic,I might actually be onto something.  However, we can't all be like that  (and by 'like that' I mean have words that jump off the page at readers and make them snort their milk through their nose as they read, laugh, and enjoy those far-too-creatively-funny words for someone like me to come up with).  Ha! Ha. ha.  Not so funny, right?  

Regardless.  Let's up the ante, here, okay?  Stick to to me as I plan to lay the creative smack-down on this blog from here on out.  Okay, maybe don't hold me to that, what if I lose my creative juice flow?  Does anyone have a good recipe?

Red reminds me of French.  Why, you ask?  I'm not sure why, actually, it just does.  I speak French, technically.  For my job it was a requirement, and I worked oh-so-hard to pass my exams (reading, writing & oral) a few years ago, only to practice less and less and see signs that I'm losing my French.  If you don't use it, you lose it (popular saying... that sadly seems to be holding true in my case).

I started learning French in grade 1 and took it every year from then on until I graduated high school.  Typically, after grade 9 you can drop the French course, but I continued (one class per year) in order to (hopefully) maintain.  It provided somewhat of a base for me, but when the pressure to get a permanent job was put on me, pressure that relied on my language skills, it felt as if I'd never spoken a day of French in my life.  The stress was enormous; I was doing ten hours per week of language training (via night school, a private tutor, and a semi-private tutor) and there were definitely bouts of tears.  However, in the end (aka four months later), I passed my exams and got to stay in my job (and move up eventually).

Do you speak any other languages?  When did you learn?  Did you struggle like me?

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While perusing the Lulu's website I fell in love with these (a) boots  (b) wedges  (c) sandals  or (d) all of the above?  They have one pair left, in my size!  Meant to be, or serious man-repeller?  Hey, that's never stopped me before...