January was a pretty month. Unexpected, right? January gets a bad rap, mostly because it (usually) sucks. The start of a new year means that the billable clock resets to zero (hello, stress!), and the winter is months away from ending. But we’ve had relatively mild weather, which has helped a lot, and this January has been surprisingly productive … on various fronts, not just work. I’ve made good progress on my second novel, which — I’ll be honest — accounts for 75% of my current positive outlook.
On to the clothes:
There weren’t any really terrible outfits this month, and a few faves to pick from (mine were #1, 6, 7, 11, 18, and 19). I went thrifting a LOT in December and January, so I had quite a few new pieces with which to play … happy camper. It’s hard to pick favourites as far as that goes, because many of the new pieces are classic staples that will stand me in good stead even if they don’t set the fashion world on fire, but if I absolutely HAD to pick … well, my floral Moulinette Soeurs skirt, BR navy cropped jacket, and vintage dress would be at the top of the list.
This used to be my casual Friday formula for ages, but then I got out of the habit of wearing jeans, it seems. Don’t know what that’s about. Anyway, I’m trying to rediscover my love mild affection for jeans, so I went back to the tried and true. I don’t have much else to say about this outfit except: (a) I love finding $8 Theory blazers (thanks, Goodwill!), and (b) I’m glad these Varina flats are finally starting to break in a little bit. Last time I wore them, my heel actually bled (sorry, TMI?); thankfully, I emerged injury-free on this occasion. Can’t beat a nice pop of colour though, right? Right.
Ever since I found this cropped blazer, I knew I wanted to pair it with my navy midi skirt. It’s a no brainer. And lo — they work great together. I so love it when my instincts are proven right. I hesitated over the shoes, because any number of options could have worked — red, gold, blue, nude. In the end, I went with something less obvious: teal.
Oh, and to be clear: I promise you that I’m wearing a camisole underneath. In the light of my bedroom, it looked cream to me, but in the basement dungeon, it turned, well, flesh toned. But, no, I’m not nearly racy enough to go sans top to work.