My New Year.

My sweet summer is gone. It doesn’t feel like summer is signed, sealed and sent away on Toronto streets due to some last minute heat from the sun but this is the time of year where shifts happen. More Raptors news on my social feeds and planning for upcoming events means the countdown to my new year is on. I’m so ready to dig in.

But I’m so happy thinking about the summer that was. Snapshots of summer have been slapping me in the face all day. I saw a lot. A lot of things I’ve never seen. And I am so thankful for the days on opposite coasts. Someone said to me on a Sunday morning in a city that wasn’t mine (when we were absorbing wordy memories of yesteryears while staring at a new day warming up in front of us over java) to store these moments in your mind for yourself and the people you are with instead of capturing them to share on social platforms like the ways of the world. The two of us, we had changed since our last meeting, but what hadn’t changed was me cringing at the fact that my camera was still sleeping at home. But then I just let it be. (It was NOT easy, trust me, I crave my creative outlets and the excitement of creative visions.) To be places and see the seconds in moments that no one will absorb but you is kind of awesome. Especially when you’ve got someone to talk about it to down the road. And pictures just never live up to the moment that was. It has stuck with me, for me (and you) to see.

And now? With grace and guts I’m tackling new endeavours. That’s the only way to do it. You know that saying, ‘act like duck; keep calm and unruffled on the surface but paddle like hell underwater’? Uh huh, honey. I’ll be quacking all month until some of these visions that keep slapping me in the face become reality.

And when the nights are darker than most because my thoughts cloud the moon,
the thought of your face, two breaths between us, makes me sleep;
the blurred dream of a someday soon.

But the pics I did grab? Uh huh, honey. Next trip? Vancouver for Raptors training camp. Back to the west coast which will always have a piece of my heart. -k

I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north.
No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and wavering as the ocean. – Lana Del Rey

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Kat’s Closet – Weekend Edition.

Sometimes I’m a bit of a hermit. The status took over this weekend. And I’m okay with it.

The fall breeze has no doubt landed on our city. And I’m okay with it.

Friday night I left my apartment after ten for a late night dinner in Greek town. I love the possibility of visiting so many different cultures within such a small radius. It’s one of the perks of living in the big city. And I love doing the opposite of what others are doing at that time. The restaurant was perfectly peaceful as a result. And this is what I wore…

Blazer – Gloss
Shirt – Gap
Jeans – J Brand
Knee High Boots – Zara
Scarf – Zara
Flower Pin – Zara
Lipstick – Russian Red – MAC


I went home to my Hamptons this weekend. Fact: when I go home I tend to wear the same sweater/hoodie for three days and borrow all other necessities from my younger sister. She’s okay with it. The simple life is so refreshing. I’m trying to take as much advantage of it as possible before weekends start filling up with the NBA season. A walk on the beach, football Sunday, a book, Sudoku, boardwalk run, blogging, windows down driving country roads, Starbucks chats and the Walmart run was about it! And layers. Lots of layers… and fam jam love. -k

Sweater – Aritzia
Jeans Shirt – Zara
Jeans – Urban Outfitters
Infinity Scarf – Calvin Klein
Hat – Roots
Shoes – Converse

Kat’s Closet – Dusty Rose.

Once a week my roomie and I take a night to catch up. This is the first time I’ve had a roomie other than a boy I lived with for five years. And it’s a perfect fit. We both live a hustle of a life and it’s nice to have a common understanding. We see each other only in passing some days, handing off coffees, short stories and funny ‘you’ll never guess what happened’ moments.

Last week we started the evening at Fiorio’s 35th Anniversary party. The amazing salon and staff have been keeping me prettied up for the past couple of years; all wonderful, talented people. Then we talked about taking over the world over a bottle of vino and some late night dinner. I like these nights.

It’s that transition between seasons right now where you mix and match summer and fall garb. Everything was coming up roses… -k

Blazer – Gap
Sweater – Roomie’s
Sequin Shorts – Club Monaco
Shoes – Aldo
Purse – Vintage

Kat’s Closet – Layer Love.

Summer days are turning into hazy goodbyes. I can tell by the late night layers needed this past week. Fall is my favourite dressing season so it’s a bittersweet goodbye. Mix and matching heavy and bare necessities. Hugged by sweaters and scarves yet skimpy stilettos holding you up. A party dress and a toque as the final touch. Army green and ripped jeans. Denim daze head to toe.

This was a taste of just that this past week. And then we all danced like no one was watching under a shiny disco ball.

Striped Sloppy T- Brandy Melville SOHO
Jean Vest- Mendocino
Plaid Shirt- Forever 21
Pleather Knee Capped Pants- H&M
Shoes- Converse
Purse- Urban Outfitters