the weekend of bad luck

This past weekend was anything but ordinary for me and I will tell you why.

Saturday was a normal lazy day of sleeping in, cleaning the condo, reading and watching t.v. The boy and I had a friend's baby shower to go to that evening so we bought cupcakes and cute Easter presents for their baby girl Ella and set off in our car. Now our car is a '97 Mazda that may have been pretty in her heyday but she is now a clunker named Bertha who is constantly overheating and sounds like there's a bird in her engine. Last time we took her in, the mechanic told us that she is unsafe to drive as the steering may go at any time or the engine may overheat and die.  So 7 weeks ago the boy spoiled himself and bought the new Audi A-4 fully loaded (don't know what that means but it sounds fancy!) The only problem was that the car he wanted wasn't available in Canada so they had to make us a new car in Germany.  Long story short, the Audi hasn't arrived yet so we had to drive Bertha to the baby shower.  Low and behold as soon as we are on the highway the dashboard lights start blinking on and off and I started freaking out thinking we are going to combust.  As soon as we got to our exit, the car died and a suited man in a Lexus helped the boy push her to the side of the road while I steered.  We waited in the freezing cold (no heat, with me wearing flats with no socks) for about an hour for the tow.  All this to say my Saturday night was spent waiting for a tow instead of enjoying a potluck dinner playing with a cute baby :(

Jeans- Levi; Shirt- Urban Outfitters; Necklace- Smart Set; Shoes- Winners; Ring- Gifted; Nail Polish- Strobe Light by Sally Hansen

Sunday started off great- we went to our favourite sushi joint Sushi Umi and overdosed on tempura yam and veggie rainbow rolls (avocado, carrot & cucumber topped with fresh yellow and red peppers-mmm!)  Later that afternoon I had an Ottawa Fashion Week meeting where we finalized preparations for this Thursday's launch party.  When I arrived back to the condo, I took the elevator comme toujours but this time it stopped moving on the second floor.  Now I'm not claustrophobic per say but having just watched The Devil (an M. Night Shyamalan movie about people being killed in an elevator) I was nervous to say the least.  The elevator started getting warm so I took off my jacket and called the boy saying that I was stuck and could he please get the landlord.  And then the elevator started dropping downwards and I started panicking.  I pressed the alarm button, the stop button, any button I could see and then used the phone to tell the operator could they please come save us.  I asked the other man in the elevator his name as we might not get out alive and we should know who the last person we talked to was.  And then 10 minutes (or an eternity in my mind) later the elevator started moving and dropped us off on the 4th floor.  I have never been so happy to see the ground again and I ran up those next two flights of stairs faster than I ever had.  The boy called me and said he was on the 2nd floor where the elevator had stopped, ready to pry the doors open with his bare hands- my hero!

Let's just say that I will be taking the stairs from now on, staying healthy and avoiding elevator related deaths at the same time!

Blazer & Earrings- Vintage; Skirt- Smart Set; Boots- Aldo

If you read that whole post- kudos! If not I'll sum it up for you in four words: broken car and stuck elevator!