Month: July 2014

What I Bought: July

Another month, another shopping recap. Since the only things I still really, truly need are work pants (and those damn yellow sandals I’ve been hunting all year), by rights this should be a brief one. No pants, no sandals. The end.

Hah!

It’s the little things I can’t resist. A good deal here, a good deal there, and before you know it, I’ve bought all the things again. Or, errrm, 15 of them – for a total of $371 (original retail approx. $1,037). Not the scariest number you’ve seen from me, unless you consider I didn’t really need all of these things. But, dammit, they cute.

J Crew V-Neck Peasant Top
J Crew V-Neck Peasant Top

I’ve been eyeing this top for ages, and changed my mind about whether or not to buy it about … oh, a hundred times. When push came to shove it hit the clearance rack, I decided to buy it after all. And I don’t regret it; it’s the perfect summer top. So what if I already have eleventy million peasant tops? Pshaw, reason.

Merona Print Maxi Dress
Merona Print Maxi Dress

So, I mentioned that I wanted a less body-con maxi dress, and this ended up being it. I was reticent about paying full price for it, because in my world $30 is a lot to spend on a dress from Target. Not knocking Target quality or style – this is just a reflection of my consignment-based price set points. I can buy any number of high end designer pieces for that kind of money, so I always seem to have unreasonable expectations when I walk into a retail store these days, Nonetheless, I bought the dress because I wanted it for my road trip to Calgary, and I didn’t want (or have the time) to spend weeks looking for an alternative at my local consignment or thrift stores.

Anthropologie Fei Dreamland Blouse
Anthropologie Fei Dreamland Blouse

Total impulse buy. Floral print addiction strikes again.

L.L. Bean Nautical Skirt
L.L. Bean Nautical Skirt

I’ve had very little luck with thrifting since the Manolo Blahnik score, but this skirt was a nice exception. I’ve been eyeing various anchor-print pieces at J. Crew over the past year, but never pulled the trigger; the piece I liked the most was this skirt from an old, old collection – and this L.L. Bean version was a nice substitute.

J. Crew printed city shorts
J. Crew Factory Printed City Shorts

I toyed with the idea of buying a second pair of shorts for a few weeks after successfully testing the shorts-wearing waters with my Joe Fresh pair from June. I tried a few pairs, but hated every single one. I was just about ready to give up on shorts – again – and then I found this pair. The 5 inch inseam, plus the side zip, plus the thick cotton twill … perfection. I wasn’t crazy about the seahorse print at first (I would have preferred a solid colour), but … eh, it’s growing on me.

J. Crew 5' Chino Shorts
J. Crew 5′ Chino Shorts

… aaaaand then I found a solid colour pair (cognac, not blue as shown). On massive sale. Of course.

J. Crew Schoolboy Blazer
J. Crew Schoolboy Blazer

I was super thrilled to find this schoolboy blazer on the J. Crew clearance rack, because I’ve heard good things about it, and I can always use a black blazer at work.

J. Crew Factory Shirt
J. Crew Factory Shirt

If there is one thing I probably don’t need to buy for the next decade, it’s a button-down shirt. But this was too cute to pass up – the colour combo, and that collar did me in. Also, $10 plus tax.

Gap Hook Belt
Gap Hook Belt

I have been looking for an anchor belt like Fran’s ever since … I saw Fran wearing hers. No luck, but this hook version was a cute second best.

Gap Palm Leaf Print Clutch
Gap Palm Leaf Print Clutch

I was drawn to this print, but I wasn’t sure if it was worth buying at first because I rarely have occasions to use a clutch … until my husband pointed out it was the perfect size to serve as an iPad mini sleeve. Which we happened to need. A double duty piece? Bonus.

Target Xhiliration Palm Leaf Print Bikini
Target Xhiliration Palm Leaf Print Bikini

Speaking of palm leaf prints, how cute is this bikini? I don’t have a pressing need for one, but we’ve been toying with the idea of taking the kids to Mexico next winter for a family vacation, so this is me being proactive. I had to get it, not only because of the print, but because the bottoms have side ties – my preferred swimsuit style, though often difficult to find. While you do get a bit more exposure than with a boy short, for example, the ties are more hip-forgiving and you run less risk of things, um, bulging over or about. The bikini top is also pretty cute, plus it offers decent support.

Winners "X" ring
Winners “X” ring

I have been looking for a ring like this for simply ages. I adore its minimalist, architectural look. I recently saw a similar one pop up on Baublebar but, while the ring itself was inexpensive, shipping and customs fees made it a pricey proposition. I was still mulling my options when I randomly came across this version at a Winners in Calgary. And it was the right size – a minor miracle considering Winners stores usually carry one-offs and they’re generally 2 sizes too big for my fingers. With that kind of shopping kismet at play, I had to buy it, even though it was definitely on the splurgey side.

J. Crew Collection Lace Dress
J. Crew Collection Lace Dress

Bargain price goggles strike again. I just couldn’t resist getting a $400 dress – new with original tags on – for $35. The colour is so-so on me, but it’s a nice dress to have for more formal events, like my daughter’s christening. Also, my friend totally talked me into buying it. Not my fault, you guys!

Ports 1961 Plaid Skirt
Ports 1961 Plaid Skirt

Speaking of long sought-after things, a plaid skirt has been on my buy list since last year. I was initially eyeing one of those 70s pleated affairs, but when I saw this 80s number, I thought “eh, why not”. It’s probably for the better – less mumsy this way.

Katherine Barclay shirt dress
Katherine Barclay Shirt Dress

Confession time: I almost never buy things at boutiques (other than consignment stores). I know I should support local small businesses more, but my budget is all, like, “nope”. So it was a rare occasion that I stepped foot into Avenue Clothing on Whyte Ave., and a nice coincidence that I did so while they were having a big sale. This incredibly loud print just spoke (yelled) at me from the clearance rack, and wouldn’t you know it – the last size turned out to fit me. Perfectly. Fifty bucks (plus tax) is a little bit more than I’d normally spend on a cotton dress, but this one was so pretty and office-appropriate, and I just happened to have exactly that amount in my purse after selling a bunch of things, and … well, you know how this story ends.

(Side note: I do feel guilty about continuing to feed the fast fashion industry, instead of shopping exclusively locally or US-made – even though I can’t even hide behind the excuse of ignorance of the consequences – but it’s proving to be a hard habit to break. I try to compensate by shopping secondhand as much as possible. I know it’s a distant second best, and I’m conflicted about it. And about my evident apathy to do more. Being a responsible consumer is hard, y’all. Sorry to derail the convo – I really should devote a separate post to this one of these days.)

OK, clearly, this month I bought pretty much everything. Was there anything I liked but didn’t get? Yes. Believe it or not, yes.

Liberty Arts floral dress
Liberty Art Fabrics Dress

I love Liberty prints, and I really want to own one of their pieces, but this wasn’t it. The dress was at least a size too big, and I wasn’t crazy enough about the print to deal with significant alterations. I got my mom to try it on as well, but she wasn’t a fan of the neckline on her.

RACHEL Rachel Roy floral ruched dress
RACHEL Rachel Roy Dress

You know how much I heart Rachel Roy dresses, so I was kinda bummed out this one didn’t work. It just didn’t look quite right on me.* Bonus points, though, for including that little extra material in the cleavage area – I wish more designers would do that for these plunging-neckline type dresses. For anyone interested in possibly stalking this dress on eBay, I am wearing an XL here (same with my sari dress), so definitely size up.

{*Note: I talked my friend into buying this dress, and she looks fantastic in it. Just call me the clothes matchmaker.}

J. Crew floral grey t shirt
J. Crew T-Shirt

Cute tee, but I was only “meh” about it. This is what a depressed floral print looks like. No, thanks. I am wearing an XS, by the way, because LOL J. Crew sizing.

DVF green brown silk blouse
Diane von Furstenberg Silk Blouse

Weird cut. I liked the colours.

Kooba tan chain strap shoulder bag
Kooba Bag

So. Much. Restraint. Passing up a gorgeous, leather bag for $35? Yeah, that never happens when your name is Adina. Except this one time.

J. Crew Pilar Sandals
J. Crew Pilar Sandals

This is what sadness looks like. These adorable, sparkly sandals were juuuuust ever so slightly too small. Like, I asked my mom – twice – if I could maybe, possibly get away with wearing them without looking like I stole a kid’s shoes. She said no. Both times. These were only $15 on the clearance rack of my fave consignment store, and brand new, and … waaaaaaah!

J. Crew Martina and Etta Pumps
J. Crew Martina and Etta Pumps

More half-size-too-small shoes. Honestly, I can imagine how Cinderella’s ugly stepsister felt. Screw Prince Charming. I wanted both of these so, so badly.

That’s a wrap, you guys. I’m linking up again with Fran and the other budgeting bloggers, so feel free to click over for more shopping voyeurism. And then tell me what you’ve spent your dollars on this month.

Sunday Vault: From Dusk Till Dawn (Minus Tarantino)

Originally published November 24, 2008

Sometimes, I really hate pop culture for reminding me that I’m getting old. This weekend was one of those times. On Friday, the Twilight movie came out and, capitalizing on its literary counterpart’s as-yet untapped potential, quickly became the bane of my existence. That thing is everywhere. And they are already threatening me with a sequel and the prospect of having Robert Pattinson’s Medusa-haired visage seared into my retinas for all eternity. Ok, enough, I get it: I’m old and un-hip, and hence I will never understand the immense cultural significance of the Jonas Brothers, or the entertainment value of Hannah Montana, or the Byronic appeal of Pattinson’s sparkly vampire lover. Wait, did I say “Byronic”? Oops! I meant Disney-after-dark. Or something like that.

But see, I’m old enough to remember a lot of things. Like the last time teenage girls swooned in darkened theatres en masse, watching Jack surrender his icy grip on that apparently-too-small piece of wreckage for the sake of the apparently-too-hefty Rose. Like the last time vampires were dangerous to teenage girls’ purity vows on the big (hello, emo Brad!) and the small screen (hello, broody Angel!). And the bad thing about remembering is that, inevitably, the earlier incarnations of these clichés – sacrificing romantic hero, bad boy-with-a-cursed-but-noble-soul – were so much better. Now, you could say that this is just my nostalgia talking. But, I assure you, it’s not. Characterization aside, they were better because, if nothing else, the actors had charisma to spare. All of them went on to entertain me in new and better ways, making me (and everyone else) mostly – and quite improbably – forget these earlier, stereotypical roles. And if you can say the same about Pattinson a decade down the road, I will eat my hat.

Maybe I’m being unfair in picking on a young actor simply for signing on for a role that tries really hard to be iconic. But I don’t think so. He had to know what he was getting himself into and must have, on some level, thought that he could meet the challenge of being, in fact, iconic. Of course, some people can spite the cynics and the nay-sayers, and rise to that kind of challenge with aplomb. But, then, this guy is no Daniel Craig. It’s pretty safe to say that, whatever he brings to the role of blood-sucking paramour, it isn’t particularly unique or (oh, the blasphemy!) particularly memorable.

But the real reason why I find Twilight so incredibly annoying is not its cliché-infested concept, idiotic characters or groan-inducing source material. That’s pretty much par for the course for any entertainment product aimed at an adolescent audience (look, we’ve all been there and there’s no shame in admitting that artistic merit doesn’t really factor into decision-making at that stage of the game). But it’s beyond my comprehension why so many adults are falling for this bulls**t. Yes, it’s all about wish fulfillment, blah, blah, blah. I get it – average girl stumbles around, has crush on super-hottie-McHotterson guy, he secretly and inexplicably falls madly in love with her, but they can’t be together due to some random, mostly made up reason, so they talk about their feelings for a few thousand pages, and then some unimportant but vaguely dangerous subplot pops up, but wait, love triumphs, the end. It sounds like every romantic fantasy I ever had – in high school.

I have to say that my standards have changed a little since then. For one thing, I like at least a hint, however subtle, of realism in my wish fulfillment; that’s the key to dreaming (or selling) the impossible — making it seem like it is only just slightly (maybe a hand’s-breadth) out of reach, or in other words, plausible. And sure, getting the unconditional love of some total hunk remains pretty high on the list of priorities, but I think these days I’d like to see that love manifest itself in ways more tangible than longing stares, after-hours stalking and breathy declarations of undying (or undead) devotion. I’d also like my (ideal) life to be drama- and danger-free, unless you count discount shopping as a hazardous activity. Another thing: if its course doesn’t run smooth, it’s probably not true love, kids. Love isn’t supposed to hurt, and it sure as hell isn’t supposed to be some form of assisted suicide. And, oh yeah, it’d be nice if the guy wasn’t just a walking fashion plate. See, what you eventually learn with age is that pretty ain’t very interesting, even if (and perhaps especially if) it lasts forever.

I can’t be the only person whose daydreams – and, by implication, needs and insecurities – have changed in a decade of adulthood … right?? As we grow older and hopefully wiser, our dreams and hopes surely change … or do they? Is this just a ‘girl thing’? Do we, deep down, forever hold on to the self-image developed during our identity-defining years — more likely than not, high school? Are we forever doomed to dream of the day the Jordan Catalanos of our youth stop leaning against random lockers and finally — finally! — notice us? Please say it ain’t so!

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Editor’s Note: it seemed appropriate to dust off this post now, just as the trailer for Fifty Shades of Grey has been released. If you had told me in 2008 that we would see a day when Hollywood would be knocking off some anemic, second-rate modern Valentino, I would have scoffed. “Surely, we will not be sinking that low.” Huh. Well, it’s not the first time I would have been wrong, nor will it be the last.

Also, I am conflicted about Jamie Dornan, AKA non-vampiric Sparkles reboot. On one hand:

Photo credit: Interview Magazine
Photo credit: Interview Magazine

On the other hand, he looks like the Hollywood version of a dorky accountant in that movie trailer. Why? And it makes me think that what Fifty Shades of Grey really needed was this:

Photo credit: Details
Photo credit: Details

I’m not saying Jamie Dornan is the poor man’s version of Henry Cavill … except that I totally am. Because I’m a shallow, shallow beyotch. I’m sure they’re both very lovely people.

Also also, and speaking of Sparkles, does anyone else see a certain resemblance in the new MAC campaign?

Photo credits: MAC Cosmetics; Summit Entertainment (?)
Photo credits: MAC Cosmetics; Summit Entertainment (?)

I am going to hell.

 

After the Heatwave

Joe Fresh ombre tee shirt
jacket, Point Zero; top, Joe Fresh; jeans, Rachel Roy; shoes, Old Navy; bag, MbMJ

Rain. Rain. All the rain.

Yeah, I might look like I’m, all, “so much fun, tee hee!”, but that’s only because my husband probably cracked a joke 10 seconds before snap, snap, snapping my photo. (He likes to take approximately a bazillion photos each time, just so I’ll have a bazillion minus two photos to delete off my phone. Weirdo.) Inside, I am crying, because it’s raining and it all feels too much like fall already.

Joe Fresh ombre tee shirt
I haaaaaate fall

I don’t wear a lot of brown usually, but I liked the relaxed vibe of this jacket (windbreaker?) so I got it without giving much thought about how it would work with the rest of my wardrobe. It seems to go with blue, though, and since blue makes up a good chunk of my closet, it should works out just fine.

Joe Fresh ombre tee shirt
Do NOT talk about pumpkin anything to me

Hope we can say the same about this weather.