I might as well rename this blog Fifty Shades of Casual at this point, and call it a day. I’m all out of cute post titles, but you get the gist: it’s all casual, all the time. Or at least until next week. In the meantime, enjoy (?) my umpteenth iteration of fancy lumberjack. It’s fancy because I wore a necklace … you probably can’t see. But it’s there, I promise:
I like this shirt a lot but, damn, that is one busy print.
(If one of you guys makes an 101 Dalmatians joke, we will no longer be friends.)
This cardigan was a total thrift store impulse buy. Can you have an impulse buy at the thrift store? Or, conversely (and perhaps more accurately), can you have anything but? Regardless, it was an unusual thrifting purchase for me, because I rarely thrift fast fashion brands, or knits. Thrift store knits are rarely decent, in my experience at least. As a result, I rarely look at that section of the store; luckily, I saw this one on the changing room discards rack and was immediately drawn to it. Someone’s unwanted (twice over) was my gain.
I like it because it’s a chunky version of the open cardigan style I’m really liking at the moment. More importantly, it’s the sweater version of my Frye boots – from the texture and colour (heathered/distressed rich brown) to the vibe (boho chic, naturellement). So, of course, I had to pair them for the cardigan’s inaugural outfit. I even threw in a (poorly executed) side braid, because when it comes to a theme, I commit.
Ok, you guys: I don’t know how I feel about this outfit. It’s kinda cute but, in retrospect, maybe it doesn’t really feel like “me”. At least I was having a Good Hair Day, dandruffy-looking snow notwithstanding. I appreciate Mother Nature’s efforts in trying to live up to that Bing Crosby song but it wasn’t necessary. No, really. All I want for Christmas is to not look like I have a horrible scalp problem.
As you may surmise, I wore this on Christmas Day (for dinner at my parents’ house) so, of course, I had to paint on (hastily and poorly) a holiday-appropriate manicure: sparkly and red. I refrained from nail art-ing a snowman or some mistletoe, but my bag made up for it by being extra gaudy.