I think it’s safe to say that I’ve reverted back to my pants-averse self. Once the weekend rolls around, I want nothing more than to ditch my casual Friday jeans, and wear something – anything! – else. My default is usually a dress, but a spell of warm-ish weather (i.e. single negative digits, not double) seemed like a perfect occasion to dig out my favourite (summer) skirt. Layers upon layers later, I was good to go.
In the interests of full disclosure (and the prevention of frostbite), I don’t recommend wearing cotton skirts in the dead of winter (or November, in Edmonton) unless you plan to spend a minimal amount of time outdoors – like, say, the distance between the parking lot and your restaurant of choice. Yes, peeps, this was a date night outfit.
My husband and I have had a couple of late nights out recently, but they have been event-oriented, so it was nice to have a little one-on-one time at our favourite local sushi joint. Even if it meant having dinner at 4:30 like a couple of octogenarians. I’d play it cool, and call it a late lunch, but I’d be fooling no one.
I mean, I don’t hate it. A blue-based print is never a bad thing in my books closet. I enjoyed the velvety feel of the silk, but was surprised by how staticky it got over the course of the day. Maybe the winter is to blame; the lack of humidity has been playing havoc with my skin and hair, so it only figures that it would do the same with my clothes. Anyway. The Equipment shirt: ‘s alright. Not as OMGamazing as the blogosphere would have you believe, but worth the $40 I paid.
Let’s talk about something more important: I wore sparkly shoes to work. Check it:
In my defense, it was a Friday. I feel like I need a defense because I’m not entirely convinced that these are age-appropriate, or career-appropriate. How seriously would you take someone wearing Tinkerbell shoes? #hypotheticalquestion
Back to the Equipment shirt for a second. It does this weird thing in the sleeve/shoulder/armpit area. I’m not sure what the problem is, but me no likey. I’m generally not a fan of things that remind me of how un-toned my arms are these days. Boo.
Or, if you live in Northern Alberta, it’s already here.
I wish I could work in a Wall reference here, if only because … oh, what the hell. (Besides, Kit’s facial expression perfectly nails my feelings about winter. Sad kitteh is sad.)
Where was I? Right, outfit. Sometimes, one loud print is not enough. So, you know, I just add more. These two don’t really go, but in an otherwise fairly coordinated outfit, it’s less likely anyone will notice.
In case you were wondering, I wore this to get the kids’ passport photos taken (absolute hell) and drop in at Indigo so Luka could play with the train-set (it was gone, and he was devastated) and I could pick up Olive Kitteridge. My husband and I watched the HBO adaptation not long ago, and loved it. I haven’t read a fiction book in ages, and thought this might be just the ticket. I haven’t finished it yet, but I’m very much enjoying it.