What I Wore: Shopping

After a lot of neutral and monochromatic outfits, this one felt a bit … loud. The funny thing is, this is something my, say, 2012 self would have loved to have worn. Crazy print, lots of colour, bam. But now it feels … loud. And I’m not crazy about how it looks in the photo, either. Change is a funny thing. As is personal style, apparently.

(Aside: I don’t know why my leg is moulting in this photo, but one thing’s clear: I need to find better opaque tights.)

But, you guys, what I really really want to talk about is: Game of Thrones. What?! Let me back up.

I wore this outfit on the day I stopped in at Value Village, and scored one of my biggest thrifting successes to date. More on that in another post. The other thing I picked up at VV that day was the first book in the A Song of Fire and Ice series. I’m one of those people who pays for HBO only to watch Disney Junior on endless loop, but I don’t actually live under a rock so I am fairly well-acquainted with the Game of Thrones universe. I’m not a big fan of the whole fantasy genre, though, so I’ve never felt any particular interest in catching the show … though I would by no means be averse to having Kit Harington try to persuade me otherwise. Or Nikolaj Coster Waldau. Ahem, I digress. I’m not sure why I finally felt the need to pick up the book; I think all the chatter about the Red Wedding being the shockiest shock that ever shocked the nation may have done it. ( Do NOT tell me anything about it, or I will never, ever, ever forgive you, okay? Even if you are Kit Harington, and you are not wearing a shirt.) On the other hand, you know what’s not shocking? That I’m totally hooked. Of course, I am one of 5 people in this entire universe who has only read one of the books, and I’m married to one of the 3 people who has not read any of them. Which is to say: woe is me. All I want to do is talk about GoT, and I don’t have anyone to do it with.

What I Wore: Running After Kids

Ready for another dose of glamour reality? Feast your eyes on this fashion statement. In fairness to my flannel, it is perfectly suited for the tasks most frequently at hand: running after kids, deciphering toddler melodramas (which requires a primal-screams-to-English dictionary), and disposing of toxic substances. Some days – more than I’d like to admit here – I don’t reach even this level of put-togetherness; it’s sweats and a T-shirt that saw its glory days about 47 wash cycles ago.

But on this day, we were visiting the grandparents, so I not only upgraded to jeans and a button down, but I even wore a pair of “nice” flats. Visiting the grandparents is serious business. There is candy involved. And the kids usually get some treats too.