My Life

Kat’s Closet – Backpacking through the City.

Honestly, some days I laugh at the amount of outfit changes I go through. This isn’t including workout gear. Yesterday I kept the tally to two. And I inserted a new accessory. Welcome my new backpack to the family. Fancy backpack. Dressed up or down, it’s perfect for my city commutes. And I’m respectful of my fellow subway goers and take it off on the tube. She took me from a shoot, to the gym, to home cooked taco dinner with the fella. She’s cute. I like her. -k

photo-63Blazer – H&M
Jeans Shirt – GAP
Jeans – Zara
Shoes – Converse
Necklace – Zara
photo-64Jacket – Zara
Plaid Shirt – Gloss
Leggings – American Apparel
Thigh High Socks – American Apparel
Shoes – Steve by Steve Madden
Scarf – Urban Outfitters
Toque – Roots

Kat’s Closet – Comfort Zone

I shuffled between the TV studio, red carpet, basketball arena and rehearsal floor this week. Honestly, just typing that gives me a happy buzz. This meant that I shuffled between city commute military boots, red high heels, my most comfortable pair of ankle booties and strappy ballroom shoes. But my go to? Chucks. Cons. Converse. That’s my comfort zone. And this was post red carpet interviews and pre shuffling to rehearsal. -k

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Blazer – Forever 21
Jean Shirt – Gap
Layered Bodysuit & Cropped Tank – American Apparel
Pants – Scotch & Soda
Kicks – Converse
Lipstick – MAC Russian Red

It’s the holiday season.

My roomie and I looked at each other after the game finished on Friday night (…and a nice win at home it was!) and said “We have an entire weekend off!” First reaction: Where do we begin? Second reaction: Pour a glass of wine and pass out watching movies with the fellas. Sad, I know. But it’s those simple things.

We spent Saturday doing normal Saturday things. On a Saturday. Woah. We baked cookies and treats and decorated the apartment with a little Christmas jazz. Christmas music filling the place all day long, of course.

Then the crew stopped by. The simple things. I told myself this year that I’m going to really enjoy every moment of this holiday season because it goes by so fast and it’s so wonderful. That personal promise started this weekend. And the spirit continued today with endless Christmas movies and some R&R.

Hope you had a wonderful weekend too. -k

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As Artists…

This picture is not entirely clear. Or perfectly centered. It’s elegantly tipping to the right like the words would roll out of sight forever and those who saw them would be the lucky ones. How appropriate. Such art. And this is such truth. Such unspoken truth that I rolled across. That artsy type of truth. -k

Guu-Licious.

Guu-licious. Saturday night birthday wishes were made at a little Toronto scene stealer I’ve been wanting to try for a long time. It’s not just the food that is outrageous at Guu Sakubar but the atmosphere is something you cannot describe to its entirety until you step inside. My attempt was ‘if you work there, there is no going to work in a bad mood and if you are in a bad mood it’s transformed right away’. The room explodes in cheers when you walk in, when you order a new dish, when a birthday wish is made, when you leave for the evening and just because someone feels like yelling really loud which triggers a chain reaction. Long oak tables hold all of your closest friends and the trickles of simple crustacean art read ‘eat me’. I’ve never had octopus. I had octopus. It was incredible. -k

City love.

I’ve got a bad case of fernweh. The wanderlust bug. I get antsy when I receive an email from Westjet and when I realize that I have three ‘days off’ in a row. I love watching the airport landscape fill with ever changing, beautiful people and writing about ‘what ifs’ and ‘one day’s’ in my journal on the plane. I hate packing. Trail mix, a new playlist, my latest brain food novel and the largest cup of coffee possible accompany me to aisle 33, window seat. But when the recognizable building tops and light patterns of my city come into view just before landing there is always that simple peace of the familiar. It’ll always be good to be home. -k

It’s Midnight. Honesty Hour.

I say it all the time but balance, my goodness, if I didn’t believe in it I don’t think I’d stay sane. I’m happily overwhelmed by new responsibilities and challenges as the NBA season kicks off and the last two weeks have been a true test of that word. Engulfed in a world that comes at you with a knife some weeks, dodging criticism and judgement posted on the interweb, you need to learn how to shake the shitty stuff. And function on four hours of sleep. So balance is my happy place because I fill those moments with incredible people and sometimes all we talk about is that funny clip on youtube or leaving on a jet plane or that one time where we danced like crazy in the livingroom to Calvin Harris at 2am. And that is more than enough. “So what do you do?”. That question shuts me down sometimes and not because I’m not happy and blessed to be where I am. It’s just so refreshing to just be plain old you for a minute. Jobless and homeless and raw. I just dropped the line “Everybody’s got their somethin'” to the boy and he asked what my somethin’ was. I’m going to sleep on this. But Nikka Costa says it’s supposed to make you smile like an itty bitty child and that there’s a time for every star to shine. So by balance I mean staying out a little too late with the people that make you glow after kicking off your show shoes even though you have a 9am shoot. Or closing the laptop on a seven hour work-a-thon Saturday even though you’re not near complete for laughs and warmth at a dive bar in the west end. Or going to a concert with your crew after a full day of basketball even though you passed your pillow on the way out and thought, damn, I’m neglecting you my friend. That was my weekend. A perfect balance. -k