Style and Fashion

I love these shirt dresses from the — what, early 80s? They’re so easy, breezy.

But really, it was the checkered texture of this one that sold me.

My boots? It was the colour that sold me.

And my scarf? It was its scarfiness that did it.

whenever I look into my amber pendant. But for some reason it also seems like you might be able to see the future in it.

I love it (thank you, Bryce!). Come to think of it, I love anything natural — amber, amethyst, abalone — I think it’s the hippie in me.

I want your boots so I can add a little drama to all the long skirts I plan to wear this winter.

Sincerely,
Kelsey

P.S. I found this photo on StockholmStreetStyle.

I’m still trying to come up with every way possible to extend my summer wardrobe into these chilly months.

Like by rocking this vintage dress, which is — what would you guess — from the 60s?

All I know is it would be the perfect thing to wear while serving lemonade in a glass with lemons printed on it. On a matching tray. At a garden party with lanterns.

You know what they say: when life gives you autumn, serve lemonade.

While everyone and their blog was attending New York Fashion Week, I was in Vancouver mumbling and grumbling about being on the wrong side of North America. But now, mes amis, it’s BC’s turn.

Lovely fluttery layers and bare backs were the highlight of the Jacqueline Conoir Collection SS10 show. Went with Liv from A Beautiful Life and Laura, of silver dress fame.

We ran into Lisa from Solo Lisa. “Kelsey!” she exclaimed. “I recognized you by your bag.”

I suppose that’s what I get for cropping my head out of every photo.

When it’s as subdued as it is in these jeans, I’d say so.

I always wear brown as a neutral. And I tend to layer it. Like here, in the three different shades of my belt, my vest and my cardigan.

Quite the earthy colour palette, isn’t it?

A little less earthy? My shbooties. They’re pure city.

So the only question is: can this pose be any more posey? Ummmm, doubt it.

Funny thing is — this isn’t my only pirate shirt. I’m amassing a bit of a collection.

I just have to be careful how many cheap, cheerful gold chains I wear with them. I could be dancing dangerously close to crossing the line between costume and costume jewelry.

Wore my F-Troupe shoes to add a little je ne sais quoi. Which means I’m dancing dangerously close to, um, dancing.

Roadtripping around the city in search of a wedding dress (hooray Briony!) means you need to fuel up.

Did I offer to help? Nope. I just sat in the car and took photos of my girlfriends who looked so gosh-darned cute in their matching silhouettes.

Especially since they were both in casual white tops, big belts and puffy skirts.

Aaaaand sandals. Take that, autumn!