Groove Pants


I’m currently going through what I like to call my “Fall Hermit Phase.” It’s pretty typical for me. After a busy and social summer, I’ve happily spent the last few weeks laying low. Work has been go, go, go and admittedly, I haven’t wanted to do much more than loll around in my down time. One might call me an Anti-Social Anna. It seems that stress is quite the little energy zapper. So tonight I find myself in bed, curled up under my duvet avec laptop, listening to the rain and Regina Spektor. It’s not that I didn’t have twelve errands to run tonight,  it’s just that once I got home and changed into my Groove pants, there was no chance I was leaving the apartment.

Pumpkin scones taste like autumn. True story. What more do I need in life? Pumpkin scones, my snuggie, a puppy, the new issue of Vogue, olives from Urban Fare, a volcano filled with money, Christmas music and Jimmy Fallon. Whether or not I have all of these things is irrelevant.


Style Crush: Rachel Bilson

Many of us know her as Summer Roberts, and many more of us know her as that actress whose personal style is always right on the money. As a self-confessed fashion junkie, Rachel Bilson has won the hearts of plenty with her effortless mix of California-chic and 1970s-inspired boho. Her off-duty ensembles are usually a fresh combination of vintage pieces and contemporary designer looks.

Photos have been taken from various sources and are not property of Work In Progress.

Shoot Pass Slam


When I was nine years old, I saw my first live NBA basketball game. My hometown didn’t have a team, but for a couple years in a row,  the Seattle SuperSonics came up to Vancouver to play a pre-season game. The first time, it was against my beloved Chicago Bulls. It was 1990 and I was a kid who spent her free time shooting hoops, trying to emulate the girls on the senior team at the highschool, watching Michael Jordan: Come Fly With Me and trading SkyBox basketball cards. I had already fallen in love with the game, but watching these incredible athletes play right in front of me made me fall even harder. The squeak of new sneakers on the court, the swish of the ball going into the net, the intense energy of the crowd; I was in absolute awe.

The next year, it was the Los Angeles Lakers who came up to play against the SuperSonics. I went to the game with my best friend Courtenay, and my dad. We couldn’t wait to see Magic Johnson and Vlade Divac in action (Cour and I giggled about how the man behind us pronounced Vlade’s name). It was announced just prior to the game, that Magic would not be playing. I remember being so disappointed. A month later, in November 1991, he abruptly retired after the announcement that he is HIV-positive.

It wasn’t until four years later that my city got its very own NBA franchise, the Vancouver Grizzlies. I was ecstatic! My dad and I were season’s ticket holders and super fans from 1995-2001 when the Grizzlies were in Vancouver. Of course it broke my heart when they departed for Memphis in 2001. I’ll never get over it.

In recent years, Steve Nash (the pride of British Columbia) has brought that old  pre-season NBA tradition back to Vancouver. His Phoenix Suns have played two pre-season games in Vancouver over the last three years. In 2007, they took on the Seattle Sonics in front of a sold out Vancouver crowd and last year, the Portland Trailblazers. I wouldn’t have missed either game for the world.

Tonight, the Phoenix Suns will be in town once again for a pre-season matchup at Rogers Arena, this time against the Toronto Raptors. It will be somewhat of a homecoming for Raptors coach Jay Triano as well, who played his college basketball at SFU, was the  Director of Community Relations for the Grizz at one time and also worked as the colour commentator for their radio broadcasts. Plus, Triano coached Nash with Canada’s Olympic basketball program.

I’m always pumped when the NBA comes back to Vancouver, even though, of course, I wish it was a permanent thing. There’s no doubt in my mind that the same rush I felt as a nine year old at that first game will come back when I walk into the building tonight. It always does.

Obsession du jour: Mad Style

Like many of you, I’ve become completely hooked by Mad Men. In addition to brilliant writing, attention to detail, and riveting storylines, the success of the series can also be credited to incredible character development. I’ve just become so personally invested in these characters. The writing gets better with every episode, I swear.

More than just successfully portraying life in an ad agency set in the 1960s, Mad Men also needs to be applauded for its visual accuracy-much of which has to do with impeccable set design and its brilliant re-creation of  1960s fashion.

The prim perfection of the ’60s is epitomized in Betty Draper, whose wardrobe reflects her compulsion for, well, perfection. She tries to create the perfect facade, which is why she spends time on what she wears, how she looks, and how she presents herself to the world. She is the definition of a lady. Her ice-blond hair, red lips, and perfect pearls bring to mind Grace Kelly and the other Hitchcock blondes- and she has the disturbed inner life to prove it.

Peggy Olson is a struggling copy writer. While she clearly spends more time in the office than shopping, she does have her own style. Demure, pretty, and smart, Peggy favors polka dots, prints, and pleats for a girlishly cute yet mature look that’s as impressive as her resume. As time has gone on, and Peggy has come into her own and become increasingly more glamorous. The changes that Ms. Olson has gone through over the seasons are definitely reflected in her changing look.

My favourite character among the women is the one I’ve saved for last: the sultry, seductive and voluptuous Joan Holloway. Seriously, she’s sex on heels as she sashays through the office. I absolutely love her. She’s got a commanding presence, she knows her best assets and she’s got no qualms about using them. Peggy jockeys for power among her male colleagues, but Joan knows her power lies in being a woman. Her signature accessory is not only stylish but practical: a pen necklace in gold. Perfection.


Photos taken from various sources and do not belong to Work In Progress.

Pumpkins Scream In The Dead Of Night

It’s October and you know what that means! That’s right, the most spooktacular day of the year is just around the corner! It’s no secret that Hallowe’en is my favourite holiday. Carving pumpkins, dressing up, decking the halls of the maison with bats and skeletons, polishing off  endless teeny tiny chocolate bars. Hallowe’en has had a special place in my heart since the very first time I put on a witch costume. There I was, a little blondie in a long black dress, smothered in green make-up and carrying an old, broken broomstick. I was surrounded by ghouls, goblins, and the odd super hero. I was totally in my element. There are few things I love more than doing the Monster Mash.

Hallowe’en is perhaps the only time of the year where folks dressed as ghosts and goblins, presidents and celebrities, genies and cowboys all come together under the guise of disguise. Here’s a look back at some of the costumes I’ve put together over the last few years. I’m still waiting to be struck with inspiration this year. Stay tuned. Uh oh, Werewolf Bar Mitzvah is stuck in my head again…