Style and Fashion

says One More Gadget of my shbooties.

If you ever saw me try to work my Blackberry you’d be even more surprised I was featured on the fancy gadgetry site. Bless your heart, OMG, bless your heart.

that makes me wear it with menswear.

Maybe it’s its short, black leather-ness —  it could look mildly scandalous unless paired with a conservative top. You know, something a lumberjack would wear.

The shirt is men’s vintage. So is the watch. It’s my husband’s Omega from the 50s (for months he wouldn’t let me wear it and when he finally did, the first thing I did was break the strap — sorryyyyyy!).

At least we can figure out what it is about me that makes him hesitant to lend me anything.

I laughed when I saw that la flore et la faune had the Anthology listed under “Ceux qui devraient dessiner,” which (according to Google Translate) means “Those who should draw.” If there’s one thing I should not do — it’s draw. Je suis terrible.

But La Flore didn’t believe me. In fact, La Flore challenged me to draw an outfit. Et voila. It took me three tries to produce the one on the right. And I didn’t even bother to include arms. Or shins.

It looked much better in real life. With all my chains and my concert t-shirt (I’m one of the people who buys those. Remember the New Kids?).

And my F-Troupe shoes. Which I love because they’re just a little boyish.

I suppose, then, it’d be fair to list me under “Ceux qui devraient wear those more often.”

The type of thing you wear when the rest of your outfit is less than conservative.

But it’s not. At all. It works beautifully with pants (hello autumn, wish I could say I was happy to see you again).

I found this bedazzled beauty at an antique fair awhile ago.

And even though my husband told me it was too over-the-top, too sequin-y, to razzle-dazzle-y, I followed my heart and ignored him (ahhh…marriage).

I rummage through my closet during spring cleaning (and summer cleaning and fall cleaning and winter cleaning) and donate the pieces I no longer wear to charity. But sometimes — very rarely — I go overboard and donate something I wasn’t quite ready to part with.

Like this oversized blazer. Which I thought I had given to charity. Until, while rummaging through my sister’s closet, I discovered I had actually donated it to her. Which means I narrowly escaped donor’s remorse. This time.

Wore it with my Gap  rope belt.

My ladyfriend jeans and my open-toed boots, which I’m wearing as much as possible before the rain starts falling in the ‘Couv. Which is another issue entirely — the I-have-a-terrible-feeling-I-didn’t-make-the-most-of-my-summer-when-it-was-still-here remorse.

if the chain on your wrist matches the chain on your blouse?

Ummmm…

That’s a tough one.

The opposite of tough? Lace. Which covers my high-waisted knee-length skirt.

But back to the pressing question at hand — is it matchy-matchy if you match your shoes to your handbag?

I’d say it’s a toss up. (I’m sorry. I’m the worst.)

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.