Technically, this is a rerun outfit, or at least 75% of one. But since I never posted the original*, voila!
The more I wear this blouse, the more it gets on my nerves. It’s nothing but static and slippery polyester. Wearing for a couple of hours here and there is all fine and good, but I don’t think it’s something I can handle for 10+ hours at work. It’s my fault for buying damn polyester in the first place (and $5 polyester at that), but it’s also that stupid pattern’s fault for making me even consider it in the first place. The birds are to blame, I tell you!
Anyway, I think I’m going to ditch the blouse come fall. Getting my money’s worth in the meantime shouldn’t be too difficult. And then – yay! – I can justify buying a new top. I, ahem, have some ideas already … and you are surprised not at all.
Bonus pic because I want to show off my bag:
* Okay, fine, here’s the other outfit. Technically it’s only 50% similar, because that’s a totally different skirt, I swear.
I wore this on a Monday, which means I was definitely overdressed; my business at the bank took all of three minutes, so technically it was a poor no excuse for getting all fancied up … but I’ll take any excuse, real or not, I can. You guys, I miss dressing up. Like, a lot. Casual style never used to be my forte (probably still isn’t, despite a lot of wishful thinking on my part), and I always felt more “me” in a dress and high heels. That would be entirely impractical right now, but a sparkly and totally unnecessary (and kid-unfriendly) necklace feels like less of a reach.
Every time I wear camel (which, total aside, is a stupid name for a colour, no?), I remember how much I like it as a neutral. And then I promptly forget again. But! It’s a very nice colour, even if it kind of blends in with my skin tone and hair, and makes me look like a big blob of dulce de leche ice cream. Mmmm, ice cream!
Where was I? Here’s a close-up of the necklace. I totally overpaid for it, but I bought it when I was in Vancouver and we all know that holiday shopping is often regret-inducing. Just me? (But not this. This is awesome.)
I’ve been hosting clothing swaps for 7 years now – hello, where did the time go? – and this year was no exception. Well, it was something of an exception, but we will get to that in a minute. Every year, I like to do a little bit of a theme, just to get my decorating mojo going. This year, I decided to do “pink”. No particular rhyme or reason, except my mom had some leftover fake rose petals from my baby shower last summer, and apparently I hate to see dollar store decorations go to waste. Go figure. Before you judge, know that I don’t Pinterest, and that I’m about as far removed from being Martha Stewart as it’s physically possible whilst still being a woman. Which is by way of saying … don’t judge, ‘mkay?
What was different about this year is that I swapped about 4 bags’ worth of clothes and shoes (ok, that’s not that unusual) but ended up taking nothing home. Actually, almost nothing. I had to keep this beaut:
(I also got a dress for my mom, and a faux leather jacket that I subsequently re-considered.)
Why the restraint? I have been paring down my wardrobe significantly (even as I continue to replace a good chunk of it to accommodate my fast-approaching-mid-30s body) and am mostly down to pieces that are an 8 or higher on the awesome scale. At the same time, I’ve been sticking to a “one in, one out” policy pretty rigorously (with the exception of closet holes that need to be filled). End result: I have to reeeally like a new piece in order for it to make its way into my closet, because it means I have to get rid of something I already have. Nothing at the swap really sang to me, though there were definitely some lovely pieces. I had an amazing time, as always, catching up with old and new friends. And that is, as they say, priceless.