Tomboy Chic.

That moment when someone looks you up and down and sees you smile and raise your brows at them on the way up because you noticed.

Insert the fancy question: how would you describe your style? I was looking at some old pictures and laughing because at that moment in my dad’s old polos and Mom’s vintage fur coat; damn I looked good.

Tomboy chic. This is my current phase. A skirt topped off with a toque, ripped jeans and sky-high heels or my favourite hoodie and a damn bold lip. Add a bit of 1940 elegance here and there because I am era obsessed and honestly believe I jitterbugged with the boys in a smokey new york speakeasy when everything was black, white and simple.

Every time I visit 5 inch and up I pretty much sigh outloud. She’s the tomboy chicest of the tomboy chic.

Just look… -k

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A Quick Change of Pace.

It’s crazy what a tiny little escape from reality can do for your head and heart. Just change the pace a bit. Mix up the expected with something unexpected. Don’t make plans, just go with moment.

“Wanna go to Montreal next weekend?”
“Okay.”

The man in my iPhone rang the alarm that morning at 6am. I call him Toby. We jumped in the car, grabbed the road trip necessities of good music and the largest coffees we could find and we left reality behind for a couple of days.

I remember sitting at my desk the Monday morning after and all I could call the feeling was refreshed. I remember stepping onto set that week and my co-worker saying “Now there’s the smile I’ve missed lately, you seem real good.”

All it took was:
– Watching my first Raptors game in over seven seasons from the comfort of the crowd.
– An extremely intimidating Turkey Club at Rueben’s Deli. An every visit visit.
– Pre Saturday eve out consisting of a bottle of vino and Ghostbusters.
– Lunch with my fairy goddaughter in Old Montreal.
– Rainbow hunting.
– Tattooed alleyways.
– Disappearing back to the 1920s at a hidden speakeasy playing Sinatra. I was in heaven.
– Grabbing coffee and walking with no direction or time.

And all I can thank is the quick change of pace. And of course the good company. Now where should the next one be… -k

The Spaces Between a Dance Floor and a Basketball Court.

My acting teacher used to tell me that my extremely animated facial expressions were both a pro and a con. A pro for stage life. A con for the way I really felt about a situation or moment when I wanted to lock it as an inside thought. I’ve learned to live with it. 

This was the truth written all over my face the moment I dropped my bags inside my apartment door and sat my tired self down on my couch Sunday night,  roomie in tow. I’m thankful for her because she understands the hustle because she does it too.
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My current calendar is full of intimidating excitement. Porcelain has been getting big bites in the city and we’ve got a set of shows coming up in the next few weeks. Somehow it’s easy to go to rehearsal instead of bed.

We’re performing this Friday —> Porcelain at Cube Nightclub

 Saturday, we hit the stage at a 20’s themed Halloween event for Remy Martin. The four of us had a moment where we nodded in agreement that we didn’t care that we were missing Halloween parties or that we wouldn’t get home until after two or that sleep was a foreign word because we were exactly where we wanted to be. Performing. It’s a pretty incredible feeling and it’s pretty dope to feel a similar buzz from the people surrounding you.

<Insert four hours of sleep and my alarm clock going off at 7am Sunday morning right here>

 

I was on a bus watching the flying by scenery change from concrete jungle to fields and farms. There is something uber comforting about the escaping into the great white north. The Raptors took the game to Casino Rama for a scrimmage for fans.

For myself I’m involved in a variety of areas when events like this are put together, both in the game aspect and social media/television coverage and it’s really cool to see the power of teamwork bring the game closer to the fans.

It also marks the marked the completion of the preseason and we’re ready for the everything to count. The bumps and fumbles of the dress rehearsal mode are left behind. Time to get the show started!

This morning I masked tired eyes with a ball cap and my tired brain with coffee and an honest smile and put forth some prep for the big home opener on Wednesday. Looking forward to making magic with the wonderful people I work with again.

Time to disappear for a couple of hours and get my yoga fix. Balance. -k

Pause.

Hi. My name is Kat. This is a a rare picture of me sitting down this week. This is a rare picture of me at home this week. This is what I change into the minute heels off happiness commences as I walk into my apartment. I am le tired. But the good kind.

I have not posted in a while because life is a spinning whirlwind of business. I have not documented my outfits because my livingroom has been full of drying laundry, packed bags that need unpacking and a kitchen table flipped upside down that I’m building but don’t have that special wrench type piece from IKEA so it’s on hold.

Someone flipped the switch from zero to sixty overnight. I believe in moments to pause. This is it.

This week I am thankful for being tired. I am thankful for the whirlwind that sucked me in. I am thankful to dance and host and write and travel and take pictures. I am thankful for the unpacked bags and studio time and a good glass of bedtime wine while memorizing lines. And I’m thankful for the shoulder that let me lean against it when I needed a quick moment to regroup. And the voice that said keep going. -k

“The big secret in life is that there is no big secret. Whatever your goal, you can get there if you’re willing to work. Keep going. ” -Oprah Winfrey

Roadblock Rambles.

It’s honesty hour. I’ve been irritated by silly triggers this week like the normal hum of a room or an innocent look from a stranger. We’ve all been there. I’ve received a few texts from people in the same state of mind this last little while. Maybe it’s the leftovers from the full moon. I think it’s a combination of frustration and confusion. Frusfusion.

Maybe it’s not being able to get what I want. But also not knowing what I confidently want in the first place. But not knowing if it’s what I want because I don’t have a chance to explore the treasure. Those growing pains. Roadblock rambles.

Everything happens for a reason. I write that out all of the time. And I don’t think it’s just a safe way out. This week I questioned my support of that statement. Okay, yes, I still believe it. I just think I questioned it because my heart is rotating beats of selfishness and impatience and honesty and truth. And it’s allowed. In the end if you never share your truth, you’ll never know. I’m just waiting on the clock to strike ‘now’.

So with that I say never be afraid to let your true self shine. Everything else will fall into place. And you can do it all. No limits. So do it all. Someday everything will make perfect sense. Promise. Until then, here is a drawing of a cat… -k

Just another day at the office.

As the calendar strikes October and I sit here prepping for another busy day on the work front and the pace of my days speed up down a new post summer Main Street, I once again reflect on the moments that keep me ticking. These are the ones where the label “Taking you past security for the Toronto Raptors” that I’ve placed on my twitter bio comes into effect. The ones that people will remember forever. The great ones.

As we countdown to the first tip off of the new NBA season, the wonderful team I work with did a little ticket delivery ambush to a seventeen year season seat holder. Bob was beyond words to receive his tickets in person via Landry Fields instead of the mail. And the rest of us all left the scene of the crime saying that was one of the great ones.

Here’s the story through the camera lens and the talented crew following the day. Everybody made it what it was. A great one. -k