would call for an outfit just like this one.
Love her bag. Love her belt.
And especially love her necklace.
Which is by Taisa Anderson whose work is not only beautiful, but has a great story behind it.
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But we think this leather skirt might have belonged to my friend’s grade five teacher in ’86.
We can be sure where the shirt came from, though. It was my husband’s up until the drycleaner shrunk the sleeves.
And still the baby beast prefers dry land.
Spent the whole weekend by the water and Leroy barely dipped his toes in the surf. This photo makes me smile, though. Partly because he looks so thrilled to be leaving the beach and partly because my city looks so pretty in the background.
Sonja, for insisting I buy a jumpsuit. And Melissa, who introduced me to Pesky Peacocks where I got it.
I should also thank my ma and sis for the necklace I’m wearing — I made it using my mom’s pendant from the sixties and pretty, pretty stones from my sister’s collection.
Thanks team.
It reached the floor and the overlay flapped around wildly with every move I made.
It seems so much subtler now that I’ve had it shortened. And with the belt, the overlay is much less unruly.
Many of you have told me you love the before and after shots. This, alas, is a lonely “after” with no “before”. But if you want to see my favourite favourite favourite “after”, it’s right here.
Does it get any better?
Love how layers of the same(ish) colour look.
Especially when they’re purple and purply grey (which is, coincidentally, the colour I painted my dining room table).
I am obsessed with the way my friend Sonja mixes her rings — antique, brand new and completely redone.
The top one is an antique given to her by her husband. The diamond band in the middle was a gift to herself.
The bottom one is her wedding ring, which she recently had engraved by Era Design in Vancouver.
Had this vintage dress altered and now it’ll be the perfect thing to wear to my friend’s wedding this summer.
Loved this dress when I first got it. Love it even more now that I’ve had it shortened.
The boots are my sister’s. As soon as she left for Thailand (or wherever she is right now) I raided her closet.