My Fashion Forward Friday

Well, my friends, welcome to my fun-filled Friday!

Today, I provided the lovely Sasha Jones with some fodder for her fabulous fashion-minded blog! If you like pretty dresses, mad makeup and curly-cue hair take a look!

Even if you don't, take a little look at Sasha's blog, LA Inspiration, for some sun-soaked stories (straight from LA).

Hope you have a fabulous weekend!

Waiting for the weekend,

L

Montreal (Needs A Little Old MacDonald Tonight)

Do you watch hockey? More to the point, are you cheering for the Habs?

If, like me, the Montreal Canadiens are the hoochie to your mama during this NHL playoff season you may be slightly disappointed tonight. Like a true adult, I'm sobbing away in my beer after tonight's loss - in double overtime nonetheless.

I needed to smile. I didn't have to look far.

Numero Uno (and I'm not talking Arnold) ... Rowan Atkinson is invited to the Royal Wedding! It seems Mr. Atkinson is close friends with Prince Charles himself. One small step for an actor, one giant leap for Mr. Bean - and we could all use a little more Bean.

Deuxième ... THIS. My apologies about the link, but click it. Click it good. You won't regret it (unless you don't like to smile).

That's all for now folks.

With some sheep,

L

Happy Birthday Hairy!

It's the Beast's birthday!

Today, he turns a mighty wise two years old!

That may not sound like much, but when your life expectancy is ten to twelve years, you learn to appreciate the small milestones too.

This poor pooch has some nasty elbow problems, making it likely he won't even make it to ten. That is all sad talk for the future. Today it is time to celebrate!

Many dog owners go all out and bake a cake. I am not one of them. The beast isn't even permitted to hit my sheets.

I'm not a complete Cruella, he does have a lovely plaid, flannel and orthopaedic bed to put his noggin on at the end of the day.

But, back to the Beast. He may not have gotten a cake, but we did share a bad ass walk - I even let him smell everything he wanted to. He's got a big 'ol bone and a can of wet food waiting.

So, to my Beast, my hairy Newfoundland buddy who is always at my feet, happy birthday.

You truly are man's best friend.

Just in case you are curious as to how the Beast belonging to Linnie spends his big day:

He spends it just like any other day. My kind of guy.

How do you like to spend your birthday?

Birthday'ing with the Beast,

L

It's a GIVEAWAY!

Do you like chairs? Are you a chair connoisseur? Perhaps a professional potato?

Well, either way, feast your sit savvy eyes on this baby, the Eames lounge chair.

My keister is already quivering. In fact, I've already purchased my (winning) lottery ticket, with high hopes of purchasing this feat of fancy.

It would look smashing in my darkened living room, surrounded by books and a massive picture window. My liquor cabinet wouldn't be far off either.

This chair is one of thousands of items (this is the Newf's favourite) that you can find within the CSN Online Stores.

Seriously, they have over 200 stores that you can shop in your skivvies. Hello, utter bliss.

The best part? You could win $40 to spend at ANY one of their online stores!

That's right, the lovely people over at CSN have provided me with $40 to give to one of you, my even lovelier loyal readers.

I've looked through the stores, and I already have a long list of loot I want. Even better, I've found some stuff I already have, and can say it is worth the purchase price (like this bad boy - my Newfoundland hasn't managed to ruin it yet).

So, I know you are asking "How do I win?" It's no secret that I like to gamble, so, do you fancy a little game?

I am going to pick a number between 0 and 1000. You have to guess what that number is. We run with the "Price is Right" rules over here, that means: the closest person without going over gets the prize. In the event two people have chosen the same number, the first one to choose the winner will be named the winner. No ties.

To submit a numbered guess, you must:
1.) Follow me. It's almost Valentine's Day, and I could use some love.
2.) Find & friend me on Facebook.
3.) You could Tweet your little heart out - include a link to this post (and please "@" me, so I can double check your entry).
4.) And finally, you could drop me an email or comment to tell me what your favourite post was, what your least favourite post was, or what you'd like to see more of.

With every guess, leave a comment below or shoot me an email. Don't forget to include your number!

This contest closes Saturday, February 19, 2011. The winner will be announced Monday, February 21, 2011.

Giddy about my (first!) giveaway,

L

FINE PRINT:
This is open to Canadian and US readers. To my Canuck friends, keep in mind there will be additional shipping charges (the duties are INCLUDED)! Consider it a tax for being awesome. None of my (Linnie's) immediate family members are able to enter - this includes Newf, the Beast, the Parentals, Grandma (the live one) and Dumpster Dog. The rest of my family either does not read my blog or does not receive preferential treatment (proof available). The number chosen by me will be photographed with a time stamp to allow my readers to rest assured there is no funny business. Oh, and I am awesome.

Some Sass for your Sunday: The Little Black Glove

Good evening my darling delinquents,

Are you missing a little lace in your life? Desperate to feel daring? Or maybe, just maybe, you want to wow your wardrobe?

Well, I have a little surprise for you! Your quest for sassy spice has ended!

For the first time on Linnie gets Laced I have a press release to share (you can't imagine how suave I feel right about now). This is hot to the touch, oh so sexy, and just in time for all of those spectacular party dresses I know you (or your lady friends) will be rocking this season!

Feast your eyes on these beauties:

You can shop this fabulous line at The Little Black Glove.

These gorgeous gloves are part of the brand new holiday line, designed by Miss Numa herself. Not only is this lady chicer than most cats, but she knows her gloves.

Now, who wants to argue with a lady like that?

Miss Numa knows her gloves. She started wearing them while performing as a showgirl in a musical. To her dismay, she was forced to return her prized possessions every night at the performance end.

Years and a massive vintage glove collection later and this fox found her calling: she started designing her first collection. It has done amazingly well (think editorial, runway and celebrity press) and the reason for that is obvious.

If you are even a little bit like me your inner bitch battles to have the best outfit at the whatever shindig you are at. You not only want to look good, you want to own that room.

The best way to do that? Find a trend or piece that no one else has worn yet. Better yet, find one that is unknown and catches the eye of the gentlemen sharing in the festivities.

There is no better way to win the fashion game than to be that girl. You know, the hot girl in the black gloves...

Which ones are your favourite? What would you wear them with?

I'm dying to get my hands on the Tuxedos (pun fully intended). I'd wear them with everything from my military greens to my tight pencil skirts.

Oh, and for my fellow Canucks, yes, she ships to Canada (or wherever your lovely fingers may lie).

Giving it in gloves,

L

A Day to Remember

Ladies and gentlemen,

Lest we forget.

Today is a day to remember, remember what so many have sacrificed to ensure we could enjoy the ultimate comfort, our freedom.

I am not going to prattle on about my experiences and relations with war or the veterans that fought in them. I am not because we as a generation have no understanding of war. We have no understanding of true hardship and absolute sacrifice. We have only the stories our veterans relay, the knowledge that humans are capable of horrible things.

We are not victims. We are not, because they protected us.

So today, please wear your poppy with pride. Please remember that today has nothing to do with us, but it has everything to do with passing on the invaluable message of our aging generation. Today is about their message and having the ability to tell it.

Lest we forget.

Yours,

L

Famous and Fruity: Here's to You Mom

Okay, so I may not be the most experienced photographer around but look at me go! I am trying to learn and any constructive criticism, references and the like are welcome!

Now, time for the fruit and flash photography of it all.

This one is a shout-out to the Parentals who have left me for Sint Maarten. That is correct folk, my whacked out grey-haired edition live on their big 'ol boat and sail it to fabulous places.

I, on the other hand, am hard at work doing very important things (let me get back to you). I am also waiting for it to snow.

I digress my darlings (something must have tainted my beverage), the point is that the other day my mother gave me quite the stripping regarding my fruit consumption. I refused to eat her fruit salad, opting instead for ice cream (big mistake). She said I am too picky, I say I am not picky but prefer vegetables to fruit.  I do not pick and choose, I am not a fruit-i-est, I just do not like fruit.

Well, being a mother she had to tell me why I was wrong and what I should be eating instead (her fruit).

Well, Mother, you will be proud! Feast your eyes on my fruity feed:

There are some strawberries, raspberries and champagne grapes!  

The Newf and I were too bored to cook, so fruit it was.  Maybe we added a little gin with that Limonata San Pellegrino but it sure was delicious and I sure am in a good mood.

You know what, Mother?  I just may eat fruit (and gin) more often.  Maybe, just maybe.

Your vegetable lover,

L 

Welcome to the Wild West (You are in for a rough ride)

This blog, I hope, someday will be the blog everyone loves to hate.  Just like that loving mother, best friend or partner in crime, I hope this blog will provide you with that much needed pat on the shoulder and an even harder kick in the ass.

A brief introduction of myself: I am young and with it.  I like music and clothing and always aim to make a statement.  Currently, my apartment in Toronto is shared with The Newf, my odd ball but dearly loved husband, and The Beast, a big black dog.  The Newf and The Beast both have Newfoundland in their blood, The Newf was born and raised on the rock and The Beast is a big, hairy Newfoundland dog.  They keep things interesting and they keep me sane, most of the time.

That is all you need to know, for now.  I have little in the way of credentials, but enough opinions to last a lifetime.  My experience is limitless (or so I like to think) and I firmly believe in avoiding boorish behaviour while causing a stir to be remembered.  I want to be a lady shrouded in mystery and I aim to surround myself with like-minded people.

This is the easiest way to get into trouble and avoid the nasty consequences.  Polite people are always farther ahead, so are those who live on the edge.  Nice is relative but naughty is a whole new kind of fun.

Topics to be discussed are pretty straightforward: life, luxury and language.  How to build your image and truly live (not just exist), how to enjoy a state of great comfort and extravagant living (despite your wallet contents) and the language (mind, body and verbal) that will get you there.

Etiquette, music and appearance are my mainstays but I tend to throw things out there as I see fit.  

One thing to get straight - I am not here to tell you what you are doing wrong.  There are enough negative people in this world, I doubt the last thing you need is another.  I am here to build your confidence, make you feel oh so good and tap into that side that makes you say, "Oh yeah baby, I AM a big deal."

As always, I am open to suggestions , questions and comments.  Drop me a line, let us chat about anything we see fit.

To succeed and grow this blog needs you.  It needs you to read between the lines and blur them a little when necessary.  In return, I guarantee that I will put as much useful (and accurate) information up here, I just cannot guarantee that you'll like it.  But then, I suppose, you can't guarantee that you will like either.

Welcome, my friends, to my world.  Let's make it a good one.

Until next time,

L