17 days of fashion in Vancouver is fast approaching, with BC Fashion Week coming up on the 22nd and lots of other fashion events. Fashion High compiles a schedule of some of the best events occurring during this period, which is distributed just about everywhere you can imagine. Including here.
We’ll be highlighting the events we’re most excited to attend as their dates near, but here is the entire schedule so you can start marking your calendar.
This place gets 110% Persian approval AND they have a fabulous name. Banana Tans is the most remarkable tanning spot I’ve visited in the city. They pay extra attention to their customers, and believe me, I’ve shopped around.
I called roughly five various tanning salons before I settled down with Banana Tans. Their drop-in fee of only $5.00 before noon is ridiculously worth it.
The cherry on top? They provide you with protective eye wear, AND a mint. If you need to touch up your hair, hair products are available, as well as spray on deodorant– just in case you forget your own!
Conveniently located at 148 East Broadway (Broadway & Main), of the five spots I dialed in survey of the best tanning salon, Banana Tans upheld a high standard of customer service and etiquette.
Note to the cautious: the hi-tan bed is as strong as they advertise, so stick on the safe side. I overestimated my Persian skin tone and ended up with a deadly burn – something that has never happened to me before at a Tanning Salon! Especially since I’ve taken the same time limit at other salons in similar beds.
Their website is extremely helpful and informative, so I recommend you check it out.
*Note: this post is not to promote fake tanning or Banana Tan specifically, but to simply inform those who are interested.
As you may know, the girl (woman, questionably) who founded this site is Terri Potratz and she is apparently a tampon trader.
Earlier, I posted two posts on the OB trails for Matchstick Marketing. Terri’s move to a new studio unearthed a box full of toiletries, where we found this evidence:
Her defense: she WOULD buy OB, if only they were sold at Costco.
My response to her defense: WHY would you trade such convenient little packaging for a hefty plastic applicator with a wide-load “pon*”?
Any words from our editor?
*Term coined by Terri Potratz
Do fashion trends influence societal weight gain?
The other day while having dinner on a patio in Yaletown, one of my finest friends asked a question I have had to ask myself certainly more than once this summer: “Is that girl pregnant, or is she just fat?”
The “flowy” fashion fad has ballooned across the nation, which may indicate a Hollywood-led baby boom…or it may be that we just want to stop sucking in all of the time. Whatever it is, I think people are underestimating how tough this look is to pull off.
The golden rule of maternity shirts is this: if you’ve got a belly, don’t wear them, or else someone may be staring at you trying to determine weather you’re pregnant or just trying to pull off the trend.
What I have noticed is that when this style was first made popular, I didn’t notice this problem. It’s only as of recently that I’m really starting to wonder if it’s the maternity shirt that gives us that extra little room to cheat, allows us to take that extra bite – and perhaps even discreetly unbutton the tops of our pants while in restaurants?
I know I’ve gone out for dinner on more than one occasion and stuffed myself silly with the comfort of the extra material building a curtain around my swelling belly – so the question is, have flowy and oversized shirts enabled us to get fatter and fatter?
Ed: This reminds me of the chicken vs. egg riddle. Which came first, the fat or the flow?
Above: Lover shirt; Insight dress, some fine examples of very pretty pudge hiders.
On being the Tampon fairy:
Lucy: Okay Parka (my childhood nickname due to an unfortunate fifth grade social studies presentation), we’re probably going to start the bbq at around 6pm so you if you and Dan can make it for roughly 6:30 it would be perfect!
Me: Lovely! Should I bring anything?
Lucy: Just your pretty little selves! (Because it’s true, I’m really pretty) (Dan is too, but not as much).
Me: OH!! I’LL BRING TAMPONS FOR ALL OF THE GIRLS!!
Lucy: Well, you’ll be really popular!
And I was.
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Tracy: Girl, it’s an emergency, I’m at work and you need to bring a box of those OB’s to me, stat. For serious. Like, right now.
Me: I’ll be there in 5.
Tracy: Meet me in the bathroom.
It’s like drug deals, with tampons. Discreet passing of the ‘pon is so much easier when there’s no applicator to palm.
Okay, it’s no big secret that bloggers are often handed little goodies to blog about. It’s really a three-way beneficiary situation. You, the reader, get the dl on the goods/services we’ve had to painstakingly examine; we get something to write about (which is hard, especially daily) with the freedom to give an honest opinion; and companies get their product mentioned on the internet, for better or for worse.
In a recent case, it went a little bit like this:
Product Marketer: As you may have heard, OB Tampons is the only tampon made by women, for women…
Me: Okay, stop right there. I’m a trusty OB faithful. I totally get it. BUT– my roommate, NC, recently got like, twenty boxes of Playtex Sport Tampons, and she’s been raving. So I’ve decided to give those a whirl. If she says they’re magnificent, they must be.
PM: Well, I can send you a package of free OB tampons anyway, and can do what you wish with them – use them or hand them out to friends.
Me: I couldn’t possibly turn down being the Tampon Fairy. Send them to my boyfriend’s office!
Now, my period had not yet started at this point. I hadn’t had a chance to discover the terror that was to come from this new Playtex tampon I had been referred to. Also, I was unaware that my roommate would have the same experiences.
At first it was a welcomed change. I enjoyed the convenience of the Playtex applicator, however throwing out a small tupperware container worth of plastic seemed quite wasteful. I spent the majority of my light period wearing a slender, super-sized tampon. A little larger than the OB variety, slightly different, but nonetheless a pleasant experience.
Two or three days post-switch, I realized that regardless of how often I would take a bathroom break to check up, I was always leaking. Serious leaks. Sometimes major leaks. On a light period. So I highly suspect that this new brand had intensified my flow.
In a rush I ran to the laundry-closet in my boyfriend’s townhouse. I headed for the cute little reusable bag the agency had sent me and I grabbed an OB tampon. Insert, remove. Insert, remove. It was all back to normal. I was no longer in complete paranoia.
I was back on my OB. I appreciated the lessoning of guilt in the plastic applicator department. Always may be the ones to have bought this slogan, but with OB I’m having a “happy period.” Paying less for my tampons also makes for a happy period. That’s necessary money I could be spending to keep myself well caffeinated. (Not a joke) (Well, kind of)
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