Gah, horrible lighting strikes again! Sorry, you guys. In the interests of authenticity, I never photograph outfits ahead of time, which sometimes leads to this. Sad, sad, sad OOTD photos. By the time I was ready to go (to a fancy schmancy client event), it was way dark and I was stuck taking photos indoors.
Which is a real shame, because I had a really cute outfit. Another cocktail party, another old Target designer collab dress. This one is an Isaac Mizrahi, and it is divine. I hate the ubiquitous references to Audrey Hepburn, but I truly feel this dress deserves one. The neckline nails it, yes? Anyway, as with my Lela Rose for Target dress, this one is really nice quality all things considered. I really, really wish that Target would go back to making designer collabs this good.
Here’s an after-the-fact close-up of the accessories you can’t see. And here’s a look at the best part of the dress – the back:
I love this plaid. I was so excited when I found this Ports 1961 skirt at Value Village because it has exactly the colours I wanted in a plaid. I was so excited that – alas – I overlooked one important detail.
The 80s-style front pleats. Pleats that make me look like I’m past the first trimester. (I’m not!) Dammit!
I guess the search for a plaid pencil skirt continues …
Side note: I am thinking about organizing a local get-together for BCRL readers before the holiday season hits. If you live in Edmonton and would be interested in a brunch ‘n shop (consignment store, natch) with fellow fashion lovers, drop me a line in the comments (don’t forget to add your e-mail address in the comment box field) or shoot me an e-mail.
Want to read more style confessions? Find them here, here, and here.
1. I’m a Judgy Judge Who Judges
Your style choices, that is.
Generally, I try to abide by a live-and-let-live philosophy: no judging people for any life choices that don’t directly impact others (without the latter’s consent). Basically, I’m like the ideal government. But, like the government, I’m not perfect. Sometimes, I judge.
Here are some of the things for which I will judge you (and your sartorial discernment):
Carrying a Michael Kors bag (extra judgment if it has that dangly MK medallion tag thing);
Enormous black-framed glasses (extra judgment if you have 20/20 vision)
Shooties (extra judgment if you refer to them as such)
Expensive t-shirts (extra judgment if they are grey, white, or black)
Aldo shoes (extra judgment if they have a 2-inch platform and you’re wearing them to work)
Instagramming your completely unremarkable brunch (extra judgment for every random object in the picture – lipstick, wallet, copy of The Goldfinch, Louboutins, etc.)
2. … And You Can Return the Favour
By judging mine, of course.
I have said before that I am, in many respects, a textbook “basic bitch”. Some of the things I like are deeply, inescapably trite. The sartorial equivalent of the Pumpkin Spice Latte. I am deeply at peace with this fact. (As I encourage you to be about your love of any items listed under #1 above).
Here are some things for which you can judge me:
Coveting a pair of Valentino Rockstuds (one day!)
Arm parties (when I remember)
Instagram selfies (I heart filters, and so do my wrinkles)
Matching all the colours (matchy matchy matchy)
J. Crew up the wazoo (hey, it rhymes!)
Ok, your turn: for what do you judge other people, and for what do you think you might be getting judged?