Sunday, November 20, 2016

Respect the Chevron

For someone who has always been "not a nail person", this is my second nail-related post in a month's time. Ever since my friend, who is a rep for Jamberry nails, introduced me to the world of nail wraps, I've been kind of obsessed.  This particular set I was instantly drawn to, and those of you who know my style predilections from hanging around here will have no trouble seeing why.

These nail wraps look like the classic Missoni chevron. Missoni happens to be one of my favourite design houses; I love their use of color and patten, and the fact that their knitwear has a timeless quality to it. This particular chevron is a perfect pairing for one of my favourite cardigans, last seen here. While I'm not necessarily a fan of all things matchy-matchy, sometimes, you just have to go with what speaks to you.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Double Sweaters & Old Boots

While shooting this post, I came to the realisation that this pair of Timberland boots, which I've had for over a decade now and have been like a trusty sidekick during the colder months, are probably on their last legs. The leather is starting to come-away from the zippers, the soles are thinning, and I fear that even a trip to the shoe repair, in addition to being pricey, will not pull these back from the brink. However, we're not there yet, so I'll keep faithfully wearing them until the writing is really and truly on the wall.

It's officially cold out now, and I've always tended to reach for these boots as a standby, as they're waterproof, flexible, and have sturdy lug soles on them so I don't have to worry about the slimy wet ground surface that seems to cover everything most of the year up here. I'll be sad to see these go, but make no mistake, the seed has already been planted that a search for their replacement may be on the horizon. As luck wold have it, the company still makes several permutations of these.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

The Ugly American: Surviving the Next Four Years in Style

Oh America. What did we do last night? How much did we have to drink!? It's like we went out for a few beers, ended up doing tequila shots with some flashy guy we met at the bar, and woke up this morning passed out in front of the fridge with vomit down the front of our shirts and a Supreme Leader in line for the White House. You guuuuuys….why did you let us drink so much!?!? It's going to take at least four years to get this shirt even remotely clean again…and that's if I can even bring myself to ever look at it again…erp.

Friends, it is not going to be an easy four years. Overt racism, misogyny, and an invigorated sense of isolationist entitlement are only the beginning of the ride we're about to go on, and I am confident that the Great White Hype that is our new Supreme Leader likely has much, much more in store for us. However, above all else, I am an optimist. Those of us who would have had this election turn out differently are united in our desire to not see our beloved country turn into a bubbling cauldron of hate and division; of building walls, singling-out our brothers and sisters on the basis of religion, race or sexuality, or by any other means of cutting off our noses to spite our faces that we might dream-up during the next four years. We will remain united in our desire to lead with love.  We will not be lured into the creepy, windowless van driven by the grinning man with the questionable tan.

But there is absolutely nothing stopping us from looking our best while we survive the apocalypse, is there? That's right ladies, just because you woke up with a crushing hangover, a vomit-stained #I'mWithHer t-shirt, and an orange demagogue in the White House doesn't mean that you can't survive in style. So for all of us who feel like we need a different kind of a leader, allow me to put myself forward for the position of Minister of Progressive Feminist Survivalism and provide you with a short list of things that will aid you in getting through this hot mess that we've created for ourselves with your sense of style intact, even if your soul is currently hemorrhaging uncontrollably .

The Fashionista's Top Four Necessities for Surviving the Next Four Years

No. 1: Rhinestone-Encrusted Earplugs

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Mixing it Down

It was my intention to do a sort of dressier post today. I had initially picked out this luxurious camel jacket to pair with this skirt, maybe some tights, these boots…but when I put it all on, it was all just a bit too buttoned-down. It was very preppy, tailored, perhaps a bit on the conservative side (I'm not adverse to any of these things), but at the end of the day, just wasn't me.

In my daily life, I really don't have any reason to dress in head to toe professional-grade clothing. At work I wear a uniform, and for things like conferences and whatnot, if I wear a skirt and blouse, or perhaps a shift dress, I'll likely be overdressed. As I have gotten older, my need for professional, office-appropriate attire has gone right out the window, and I have to say, I don't miss it at all.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016

If You Must Wear Black...

As I've gotten older, I've really become more and more adverse to wearing black. I think that this is for several reasons, not the least of which is the fact that it's absolutely everywhere. This time of the year, looking down a city street leaves you wondering if you have taken a wrong turn and arrived at some sort of mass funeral. It's the color (or anti-color, really) that is thought of as a "safe bet", although I hardly feel like it is when you have a head full of thick, coarse silver hair and a dog to match.  I am constantly picking white hairs off of my black and navy clothing. Is this what it's like to be blonde?

That's not to say that black clothing still doesn't speak to me every once and a while. I'm certainly not going to deny a cool piece that I've happened across while shopping a chance to come home with me simply because of the color. Besides, it works with my colouring.