Mar 9th - Wild Card Outfit; Mar 10th - Outfits #9 and #10, and Some Very Bad News

We got a new computer this weekend, so sorry for not being around. Lots of things going on...and not all of it good. But first things first, this is a fashion blog. 

I used my March Wild Card option on Friday night to wear this new-to-me corduroy dress that I got on consignment a couple of weeks ago:

We went to the Art Gallery, to their Urbanite event (hello again, Gregory!) - the theme was "Throw Down" so I'm doing my best Emma Peele pose there. I felt pretty kickass.

The dress is by Kitchen Orange. I have another dress by them (also worn to the Art Gallery before here).

I love the neckline on this and the slashed flared sleeves.

This dress has a slightly dropped waist and a fabric belt around the hips. It has quite a 60s vibe, I think.

I realized yesterday that this is Audi's pose! 

I don't know if this dress is all that flattering on me - I think I might pass it on to someone else.

Trying to find a pose that looks good. Arg.

I did like the leopard tights and the red boots with it - the boots are from this capsule (last seen here).

A shot of the collar.

Black is so hard to photograph - the detail never shows. The dress was $39.00 on consignment, but free with my trade-in credit.

Dress (Kitchen Orange, consignment), tights (Le Chateau), boots (Miz Mooz), snake ring (vintage 80s), ring (Wendy Brandes).

I got up bright and early to go work at the WW centre. This called for a new outfit!

The squid skirt again (last worn here), the Hama Hama (last worn here) top worn backwards, and the fresh item, the olive sleeveless cardigan (last seen here).

A little lumpy, but it was 7:30am. I was tired from the Art Gallery event.

My comfy boots for walking and standing. I wore them last here.

It turned out that the person I was filling in for had double-booked both me and another woman. Good for me - I didn't really want to work anyway, ha ha! But I stayed for a meeting (down a bit, only 4.5 pounds to go!), then met up with L and Nick for lunch. 

Cardigan (Kersh), top (Smoking Lily "Hama Hama"), skirt (Jacob, thrifted), boots (Hispanitas, consignment), belt/earrings (Plum), wristlet (Club Monaco).

After lunch, L and I had to run an errand. I'll get to that in a minute - it was a nuclear bomb in the middle of our weekend.

We went out for dinner on Sat night to a nice Italian restaurant. We always dress up when we eat out.

Vizzini is locked up for his dinner so that he doesn't eat Inigo's - he is a voracious monster!

My lovely Desigual dress (last seen here). I bought this in London, England, about 2 years ago, in May 2010. Coincidentally, Megan of The Fashionable Bureaucrat has the exact same dress! Check it out here. What I find funny is that she got hers in Paris. Two Canadian gals, on opposite sides of the country, both went to Europe and bought the same dress. Bizarre!

I adore Megan's style - she has very similar taste to me (hee hee). She's got way more Fluevogs than me (like, WAY more), she has Smoking Lily, Noa Noa, and we have the same dress.

Vizzini really wants out.

I last wore this dress in September with teal tights. I wore the shoes here.

Dress (Desigual), shoes (Le Chateau), leather rose cuff (consignment), ring (Wendy Brandes).


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So. Our nuclear bomb.

Over the last few weeks, we'd noticed Inigo heaving a bit when breathing, and sometimes he would cough, like when cats hack up hairballs, but more of a dry cough. We debated for a while: should we take him to the vet?

After some hemming and hawing, we decided to take him in. The vet listened to his heart and his chest and recommended a couple of x-rays, to which we agreed. If only humans could get x-rayed so fast!

Well, the x-rays were not good. He has a mass in his lungs. Instead of 100% capacity, he is at about 20%. The vet was shocked that he was in such good shape. It could be fluid, but more likely it is a massive tumour.

The cats doing their thing last night. Inigo sat in his Fluevog box while Vizzini stared psychotically.

We went back today for a consultation with another vet, because we were just reeling from the news yesterday and couldn't really take it all in, and of course, we had tons of questions. The upshot: we'll be taking him to a specialist on Thursday to do an MRI to see if we can tell if it's a tumour. If it's fluid, they may tap his chest cavity to try to relieve the pressure on his lungs, but (if it's fluid) it will come back.

It's not positive. He may have days to live. His condition could rapidly deteriorate and he would drown in in his fluids - it could happen while we're at work.

My sweet boy.

It seems so unfair! We just lost our dear Othello less than 2 years ago. Inigo is only 11 years old, and we thought we would have so many years with him.

The thing that really kills us is that he seems fine. He wrestles with Vizzini. He chirps at us and runs for his food, which he continues to gobble down. He is a major purr-meister, as always.

Kitties snoozing together on the couch last night.

If it turns out to be a tumour...I don't know what we'll do. Neither of us wants to put him through the strain and stress of surgery, and it wouldn't be a good chance that he would come through it.

Look at that lovey face! He's making happy paws.

We don't want him to suffer (and right now he's not at all)...but we're going away in a couple of weeks for a few days and it would be awful if anything were to happen to him while we were away.

We're trying to enjoy our time with him - and he is loving all the extra attention. L and I are both a mess (I am losing it just typing this out), but trying to stay normal. His quality of life right now is good and he's happy.

Vizzini is ever-vigilant.

We don't know how much time we'll have with him, so please forgive my indulgence for going on about him here. I know Inigo is much-beloved by my dear readers - please send your best good vibes to our sweet, dear friend. I'll keep you posted on his condition.