Says my husband, “It looks… You look…”
“You just can’t.”
Well, I had to. Because it’s my favourite “before” (my purple striped dress is a close second).
I’m getting it altered and I’ll post the “after” shot in a week or so. But tell me, does it or does it not look exactly like what your Great Aunt Helga wears to bed?
And it’s sunny in Vancouver!
What are you up to? I’m heading straight to the beach.
Photo by Elizabeth Messina via Absolutely Beautiful Things.
A few weeks ago we got the pup a new look. Out went his sissy hand-me-down floral collar, in came his real man-dog collar.
It’s b-b-b-bad to the bone.
But when I started thinking about it, I realized my own Michael Kors tank top had similar flat rivets.
I know dogs and their owners are supposed to look alike.
But dress alike?
I wanted to take a moment to thank you.
Thank you Abby, my long-lost cousin from New York; Leigh, a fellow Style Spy Girl of the Week and Anthology contributor; Maya, a miracle shopper who happened to find this very same pair of shoes; Ruth, whose email made my day week; and Marie (cannot wait to hear about your trip to Hawaii).
Lauren, who I haven’t seen since the New Kids concert where I got this t-shirt (dress?) and thanks Betsey for featuring that same shirt on the DIY section of your blog.
Thanks again for joining me on Twitter, becoming my FBFFs, commenting on posts and contributing to the Anthology.
This is fun, you guys, keep it coming!
for my lack of DIY skills. But truth is, I wear the tool belt in my family. I can install curtain rods (shower and otherwise) and hang photos like a mofo (see exhibit a).
But I’m especially proud of my new desk. I made it using a butcher’s block my ma shipped here from Michigan and table legs I bought at Ikea.
Rocket surgery it was not. But still…
And when that’s vicariously vintage shopping, well all the better. This guest post is from Leigh, a fellow Style Spy Girl of the Week, who just moved to Kelowna from Vancouver.
My first mission as a new Kelownian (if that’s the correct phrase) was to secure a handful of go-to vintage shops and cute, unique, one-of-a-kind boutiques. I always think it feels a bit like a treasure hunt when you’re in a new city, scouring the side streets and excitedly exploring the little neighbourhoods, searching for that perfect gem of a store.
In my quest for some new fashionable discoveries, I unexpectedly came across a charming consignment boutique called Frock.
Chances are, I’d be playing Mexican Institute of Sound.
It’s sunny outdoor fun music. Just the right blend of upbeat and offbeat.
I wear my bright red Queen’s sweatpants from the year 2000 (best gift ever, Laura, Anji and KJ).
But when we go in the morning, my walk wear is work wear.
The pendant was my mom’s brooch from the sixties, which means it can fasten to tube tops and jumpsuits too.
The skirt’s vintage — it’s made of really thick felt, but what I love most about it is its wacky and wonderful colour.
Leroy will turn out to be a well disciplined dog.
Because whenever I see him pull a stunt like this I just laugh.
And then I take pictures.
Is potting soil really that comfy, pup?
And now that spring’s (finally) here a sun dress “after” shot seems about right.
Took me a while to figure out if I’d chop this bad boy or not (why did I ever hesitate?).
Even when it was longer, it screamed “music festival” to me. Now, I think it’d be pretty perfect for my trip to Turkey too.