No sneakers allowed.
Here’s what sparked this post: I have new clothes and the same non-existent space to store them, so I’ve been looking through items in my closet that can be donated. I’ve found two skirts that don’t fit properly anymore and a pair of lavender bell bottom pants. Except my mother told me she could dye them burgundy so the pants are staying.
I took advantage of the momentum and went through my eyeliners (hence the picture). I’m only getting rid of one because it’s the only one that’s dried out.
Classic, grown up, subdued prints are major this fall. Plaid, houndstooth, animal prints – the classic neutral tones, not the neon, LMFAO Party Rock music video type colours – and tweed.
So I take a very adult, mature trend and decide to wear it like a school girl.
I feel like ranting, so indulge me.
I’ve been in Farfetch’s website lately to take advantage of their 30% extra of sale items, and obviously, I’ve browsed the shoe section. Since I tend to remove sneakers from my page – I always filter for mid and high heels – I had the hope feeling that the ugly shoe trend might be gone by now. I mean, it’s been a year.
How naive of me.
I’m currently sitting at my couch, watching the latest “This Might Get Weird” podcast episode, eating Doritos. Finally.
I finished moving in with Sir Boyfriend. That implied moving in the 5 giant mirrored wardrobe units (and their content) that were lining the walls of my closet room on my previous house.
I started renting out said previous house, ’cause I’m a (small) home owner. That’s how I (modestly) roll.
Our balcony floor was cracked. Had to fix that.
Our eletric panel broke. Had to fix that.
Our kitchen is starting to fall apart. Still have to fix that.
Went to a wedding.
Gathered budgets for a new kitchen.
Went to another wedding.
Went to Turkey for 2 weeks and came back having to plan a wedding.
This was my sheepish way of telling you I was busy thus justifying my hiatus from blogging. And tell you I’m engaged.
Sir Boyfriend will be Sir Fiancé from now on. I guess after the 2 days it took to move in the wardrobes, he realised I wasn’t going anywhere soon.
When I was a kid I…
… answered “a dog” when my mother asked if I wanted a brother or a sister.
If you didn’t know the song, now you know, your life is better now. And if you know what youtuber I’m referencing with that last sentence, give yourself a cookie. Go on. Blame the calories on me.
Given the tag line of this blog, it’s ironic that the first picture of this post is a display of sneakers. But these are so original and colourful that they made it. Still not for me, still sneakers, but I reckon they’re cute.
Chunky knits can be a safe default choice. They’re warm. They’re comfy. They’ll fit you even after gaining those 2 extra pounds during the holidays. They’re forgiving and won’t make your belly look any more obvious.
But they can also make you look frumpy and like you’re not even trying.
Choke. By myself. Not while drinking/eating/talking. Just breathing.
Wear shorts the other way around to work.
Wear underpants inside out. To work.
Polka dots are one of those things that never go out of fashion. I have a knitted cropped top from Zara that’s been worn to death because it’s one of my favourites to wear with high-waisted bottoms. The good thing about a black and white print is that you can pair it with the loudest colour in you closet, if you want. I chose my bright orange pleated shorts.
It’s finally getting warmer and one is ready to ditch the turtlenecks. Although this might be the calm before the storm – literally, April is usually the rainiest month – I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
The look for the day ended up being very 70’s style. I wore a leather jacket with a flowery print button up shirt, my leather bucket bag, black flared trousers, and my new pointy pumps.