Kelsey Dundon

So they’re my baby brother’s band. The WZRDZ, my favourite band ever, put on a ridiculously magical live show. Have never laughed and danced and then kept laughing and dancing as much as I did when they played Lucky Bar in Victoria this weekend.

Wore my husband’s vintage Vancouver shirt, my vintage eel-skin bag and more bracelets than you can shake a wand at.

Didn’t rock my Gryffindor cape after all and I got reprimanded by a gentleman in a Harry Potter costume because of it (I won’t let you down next time, Elliott.).

Also wore my favourite boots. A few of you were asking where I found them (Nordstrom, last year) but I did see a similar pair by Sam Edelman at Freedman in Victoria this past weekend.

I also got a little crafty with my vintage jean jacket and sewed on a couple patches (the one above I found at Rugby in New York).

I know you’ve been sewing badges on things since you were in Brownies but I’m not as crafty as you are. Nor am I as magical.

Hocus pocus, friends, I cannot wait ’til the WZRDZ play Vancouver!

But when you can take a pair of boyfriend jeans and polish ’em up? That, I’m into.

Wore them with my shbooties, which, like my open-toed booties, will have to be tucked away for the long, long rainy season we’re expecting in the Couv.

The jeans are so freaking comfy I wear them casually (well, sailor-y) too. But with my Club Monaco tuxedo jacket and belt, they’re wearable to work.

My ma found these earrings in New Mexico. (When I said I’d wear them with everything, I wasn’t kidding.)

Though I’d call them boyfriend jeans, they’re actually ladies jeans I bought a few sizes too big (funny, they feel so much baggier in real life than they look in photos).

Regardless, they’re a keeper.

When you and your dad show up wearing plaid…

It’s pretty rad.

Both are men’s shirts. His, for obvious reasons. Mine, for comfy cozy reasons.

“Yeah, but is yours Columbia?” he asks me.

No siree. It’s vintage.

Which means this plaid once belonged to someone else’s rad dad.

I got this dress chopped, I’m finally posting it.

With its flowy (almost batwing) sleeves and its hippy dippy pattern it’s straight out of the 70’s.

What did it look like originally? Take a look here (my favourite photo is the one of Leroy being a skirt chaser. Literally.)

Wore it with my vintage Yves Saint Laurent belt, which I found in Seattle and absolutely looooove, but cannot, for the life of me, figure out when it’s from.

And my open-toed booties, which I may have to tuck away very soon. Rainy season is approaching in my pretty little city (Vancouver) and they just won’t do for puddle jumping.

But for now, I’d rather live in denial and pretend that autumn is waaaaay far away.

because it involves dancing on stage at the Roxy on national television, but Jessi Goes Home is now available on mtv.ca.

You can find a re-cap of the filming and see some of the radtastic outfits my ladyfriends wore here and here.

Even though it was shot in the middle of the summer I layered like it was October — wore my men’s H&M tank top with the necklace I assembled.

And my rad plaid LAMB jacket.

When we went out I wore my one-shouldered, slightly metallic disco dress which was Rachel Zoe long until I had it chopped.

Anyway, if you’re in Canada and you haven’t seen it, you can watch it here (you won’t want to miss our in-depth discussion about Twitter).