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What I Wore: Beginning of January 2021

Wrap It Up

Whew, can you believe 2021 is only a couple of weeks old? To say that there has been a lot happening is an understatement. Writing here has been the last thing on my mind; I’ve been glued to my phone reading news updates, trying to wrap my head around what is happening around the world. I’m not sure if anyone still reads blogs in 2021, but if you’re here – first of all, thanks, and second, I’ll keep this short and sweet so we can all go back to more important business. And if you’re on IG, I encourage you to connect with me there because I not only post more frequently (content that I never seem to find the time to develop into longform blog posts) but also on a broader range of topics.

Anyway, this was my first work outfit of 2021 and it was a perfect encapsulation of my WFH style: comfortable but cute. The dress is a Maria Cornejo number I picked up on Poshmark, and it’s made from velour but feels like a bath robe. A fancy bathrobe! I added a belt to make it so, hah.

Mermaid Blue

Pantone picked its colours for 2021, but this aqua blue is mine. I am officially calling it “mermaid blue”. I’m obsessed. This used to be my favourite colour 20 years ago, and then I sort of moved on from it … why? I don’t remember, but whatever the reason was, it couldn’t have been a good one. I mean, just look how beautiful and soothing it is. We all need something soothing this year, no?

A New Grandma’s Floral Couch

Some of you may remember the original Grandma’s Couch floral pants; don’t worry, I still have them. Wouldn’t part with those for the world. I love them so much, even after 6+ years, that I immediately picked up this new version I spotted at the thrifts. I like the faded red-backed floral – a somewhat unusual choice – and I especially love it paired with the other warm colours in this outfit. I generally prefer the cool end of the spectrum, but this is a strong argument in favour of keeping my wardrobe more balanced.

Gucci Gang

I had to finally take this thrifted Gucci blouse for a spin, so to speak. Did I feel extra fancy that day? Maybe, possibly. Honestly, what I felt was mostly worried … worried that I would spill something on myself, or somehow manage to rip the fabric. I don’t know what it is about silk shirts in particular, but I am extra klutzy when I wear them. Had I paid retail for this particular shirt, I don’t know I would actually be able to wear it anywhere. I might have had to get it framed instead 😉

The New Stripes

This continues to be one of my fave skirts; I love how it makes even a simple outfit like this look special. I think the necklace also ties everything nicely together, reflecting the same colours that are found on the skirt. Mostly, I just love this silhouette; a long column, body-skimming but not tight at all. I’ve starting sizing up in most of my bottoms (skirts, mostly) in order to get that extra little bit of wiggle room, and it’s been the best decision.

What I Read: Last of 2020

Perfect Little Children – Sophie Hannah

A typical Hannah murder mystery with a bonkers plot. Never plausible, always fun. In this one, a woman sees an old friend, with whom she hasn’t spoken in a decade, and the friend’s children appear to have not aged at all. MYSTERY! Dun, dun, dun. Everyone has secrets, the story is incredibly convoluted, there is a horrible villain, and an emotionally satisfactory (as long as you don’t think about it too much) resolution.

A Darker Shade of Magic // A Gathering of Shadows – VE Schwab

I picked up these 2 books based solely on the cover. I don’t read a ton of fantasy, but I have the first one a whirl and enjoyed it. It’s all about parallel worlds, and some of them are full of magic, good and bad. One of the protagonists is a very special sort of magician who can travel between the worlds; the other one is a plucky young lady from (non-magical) Regency London who joins the magician on this adventures. I felt the second book wasn’t as strong, or else I lost interest. I found it difficult to relate to either of the protagonists, and the tone of the second book was darker as well, which wasn’t really my jam.

Monster of Florence – Dan Preston

Someone on IG recommended this me, and I’m glad I was able to thrift it eventually – it’s a great read, especially for anyone who enjoys real life crime stories. This is about the infamous serial killer who terrorized Florence in the late 70s/early 80s, but it’s also about the Italian criminal justice system and it’s the latter aspect that is truly mind-blowing. I hope I’m not spoiling the book for anyone by saying that the identity of the Monster remains to be conclusively proven; meanwhile, nearly a dozen different people have been accused of (and, in some cases, imprisoned for) the Monster’s crimes. Including, in a twist that could hardly be believed, Dan Preston himself!

Death in the City of Light – David King

Another true crime story, this one about a serial killer in Nazi-occupied Paris.

Killers of the Flower Moon – David Grann

More true crime, this was an excellent history of the murders of Osage Nation members starting in the 1920s, after oil was discovered on their land. The then-newly created FBI became involved in the investigation of the conspiracy, which took many years to unravel. The story is heartbreaking and familiar – it all comes down to, what else, greed and racism.

The Darkest Evening – Ann Cleeves

The latest Vera Stanhope murder mystery did not disappoint. Cleeves is my favourite contemporary mystery writer, and her books are my “comfort reading” material.

Solutions And Other Problems – Allie Brosh

I adored Hyperbole And a Half, and this was excellent as well although I didn’t connect with it quite as much.

How to do Nothing – Jenny Odell

I’ve written about this book before on the blog, but it’s a great meditation on living authentically (as a creative person, but also in general) in today’s capitalist hellscape, ahem, attention economy. Highly recommended.

Piranesi – Susannah Clarke

One of my fave books of 2020! I have tried to read Clarke’s debut novel (Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell) several times now, with no success. But Piranesi was a page-turner and a joy from the very first sentence. The less you know about this book going in, the better. Like The Glass Hotel, it’s a book that defies easy description, but it will stay with you for a long time.

Labyrinth of Spirits – Carlos Luiz Zafon

The Shadow of the Wind was one of my fave novels back in the day, though I lost track of Zafon’s series shortly thereafter. This book is the concluding chapter in the saga, it seems, though it also (mostly) works as a standalone novel. I enjoy Zafon’s writing and imagination, but I felt this book was too long in parts, and too violent at times. Overall, it was just so-so for me.

The Devil and the Dark Water – Stuart Turton

Turton’s The Seven Deaths of Evelyn Hardcastle is probably the most delightfully inventive mystery novel I’ve ever read (and I have read a LOT), so I was super exciting to read his follow-up. The Devil and the Dark Water did not disappoint. It’s as different as can be from TSDoEH but delightful in its own way. I don’t want to spoil the plot, so I won’t say too much about it except that it takes place in the 1600s on a ship sailing to Amsterdam from the East Indies.

The Quick – Lauren Owen

Another fantasy book that fell a bit flat for me. I enjoyed Owen’s take on the vampire lore, but had a hard connecting with any of the characters and found the pacing uneven and slow in parts.

Dead Wake – Erik Larsson

This is a non-fiction book about the sinking of the Lusitania. I didn’t know much about it going it, and I found the book an engrossing page-turner. I mean, one knows how the story will end, but reading the accounts of the various people involved – from the captain, to the passengers, to the British secret service, to the U-boat commander, etc. – made for a fascinating read.

Splendour and Squalor – The Disgrace and Disintegration of Three Aristocratic Dynasties – Marcus Scriven

This is the kind of book tailor-made for me: all about rich aristocrats behaving, well, scandalously. But it’s actually kinda boring, largely because the men covered in the book (scions of 3 aristocratic British families) are not very interesting characters — some are scoundrels, yes, but not charming or fascinating ones.

Shit, Actually – Lindy West

I LOVED THIS BOOK. Sorry for the all caps. I cut my internet teeth, so to speak, lurking on Television Without Pity for years, and this book is the essence of that site at its very best. Each chapter is a summary of a seminal movie, mostly from the 80s, 90s and 2000s, with plenty of commentary from Lindy. I love her writing and her perspective, even when I disagree with her movie assessments. Some of those movies, I haven’t even seen. No matter. I would honestly read her summaries of entirely fictional, made-up movies because I’m the kind of person who used to read TWoP recaps of shows I never watched.

The Middle Sea – John Julius Norwich

Norwich is one of my favourite historical non-fiction writers, so his books are always enjoyable to me. This was no exception, although I would caution that it’s not perhaps the most accessible book unless you already have a decent grasp of history of the various lands/countries surrounding the Mediterranean. There is a LOT of events covered in this book, from ancient times on, and the pace is brisk. There were times when even I, as a self-proclaimed history nerd, felt exhausted. But TL;DR: empires rise, empires fall; rinse, repeat.

Indians on Vacation – Thomas King

I have enjoyed a couple of King novels this past year, and have come to love his deft comedic touch on complex themes like identity, racism, environmentalism, etc. I picked this up confident I would like it, and intrigued by the premise (an older Indigenous couple on vacation in Europe) which reminded me of some of my favourite comic travelogues, Jerome K. Jerome’s Three Men series. And I did love it. It’s delightful and poignant, as expected; I also found it to be an interesting and realistic portrayal of a mature, long-term relationship and its complexities, which is something kinda rare.

The Italian Secretary – Caleb Carr

A serviceable Sherlock Holmes novel.

Temples, Tombs and Hieroglyphs – Barbara Mertz

I haven’t thought about pharaohs since I was a teenager (haven’t we all gone through an Egyptology period where we want to grow up to be archaeologists?) but this book has renewed my interest. It covers a long span of time from about 3000 BC to the Ptolemaic era, and felt like more of a cursory introduction to the subject matter and a commentary on historical study/research, but it was interesting nonetheless. I’m now looking for more books on this topic.

Daisy Jones and the Six – Taylor Jenkins Reid

This was an okay read, but not worth its hype in my opinion. I didn’t mind the format as much as I thought I would – it’s structured like one of those “oral history” articles in Rolling Stones where the narrative is cobbled together from interview fragments with different people – but the characters never really came alive to me. Daisy and Billy were supposed to be these two hyper-magnetic individuals, but it was only because everyone else said so; I think this story would work better as a movie or TV show for that reason, as it would allow charismatic performers to bring these characters to life. Also, the ending … woof. A total anti-climactic snooze.

The Guest List – Lucy Foley

Foley is a new-to-me mystery writer, but this won’t be the last of her books that I read, I’m sure. I thoroughly enjoyed this murder mystery set on a deserted island off the coast of Ireland, where a high profile wedding sets the stage for dark secrets to come unraveled, and bloody revenge to be done.

That’s it for 2020 books read for me. Tell me: what have you been reading lately?

How Do You Fashion?

A comment from my best friend on an old OOTD photo that came up in my Instagram archive recently got me thinking about the ways my approach to fashion has changed since I started this blog back in 2010. Not the way my personal style has changed – though, whew, what a journey that has been, eh! – but, rather, the way I think about fashion itself. Let me explain.

When I started this blog, fashion was something very much Apart. It wasn’t even aspirational — it felt unattainable and, frankly, mostly irrelevant to my daily life. Oh, I was interested in clothes and dressing nicely. But after more than a decade of reading fashion magazines (from my teens through my 20s), I felt alienated by capital F fashion. I couldn’t afford it and, besides, why does a woman from a “backwater” city need to concern herself with what’s happening on the runways in Paris or New York? Reading about fashion was like reading about, I dunno, the Kardashians.

As I began to pay more attention to clothes, and began to be more invested (literally) in my appearance just as my professional career started to take off, things shifted a bit. I dipped a toe in the designer world – also literally. Designer shoes and bags began to be of interest to me. I never questioned this much at the time. It made thrifty sense; bags and shoes made out of leather can last forever (assuming proper care), they’re not vulnerable to size fluctuations or trend fluctuations, and so on. Looking back, I think this was a reflection of my general approach to fashion: it was still, to a large extent, a utilitarian thing, a tool. I used clothing to look nice and professional. I wanted clothes that flattered my body shape (relatively easy most of the time, since I wore straight sizes) and made me look polished. Conventional advice for the latter goal is: invest in good accessories. [Think about it: even men get told to spend more money their shoes, watches, etc.]

Sidebar here, but I think there was also a class element involved in this. I haven’t thought about it much, and maybe I’m way off-base. For what it’s worth, I think that “investing” in shoes and bags in particular was appealing to me, in part, because they were the most conspicuous status symbols available to me. I grew up poor, and didn’t start having much disposable income until my late twenties. Even then, I wasn’t making “big law” money, so I had to be strategic about my spending. Having a “good” bag seemed like the easiest way to elevate my mall brand outfits and achieve that “polished” professional look. There is a lot to unpack in that, including the very concept of what “polished” means and looks like, but that is another topic.

In the last few years, my approach to fashion has undergone something of a paradigm shift. I started to think about style critically; it became a form of creative self-expression. The next part did not follow immediately; in fact, I only became conscious of it in the last couple of years. What eventually happened was that I started to develop an appreciation for the “raw materials”, so to speak, of that creative expression. The clothes themselves.

The design. The workmanship. The overall vision of the designer, their aesthetic language.

Clothes became less of a utilitarian tool, and more of an art object. Some of my current favourites are, honestly, almost entirely the latter.

I stopped buying designer bags a few years ago (well, bags altogether for the most part), without really even noticing. They receded into the background of my outfits; became purely utilitarian. I have enough to last me a lifetime, and their design qualities don’t spark nearly the same level of joy and desire as clothes so … buying additional ones doesn’t seem like the best use of my discretionary budget. I’d rather spend it on a really beautiful Dries Van Noten dress.

I have also divorced myself from the concept of looking “polished” — which, I recognize, is a form of privilege in itself — and status symbols are less important to me. I am much more interested in making my own style statements, rather than adopting ones dictated by others.

Anyway, all of this is not to say that my current way of “doing fashion” is better or worse than my old way. It’s just different, reflecting my changing perspectives. Fundamentally, my philosophy hasn’t changed, really: invest in what maximizes your joy. As a sidenote, my fashion spending over the last 5-6 years (since I’ve been tracking it) has fluctuated very little; I know it might seem like I am a Buy All The Things kind of person, but I’m only that way about things that I’m obsessed with (whatever that might be at any given time) and otherwise quite frugal about everything else. I still love a balanced budget above all else 😉

I am interested in hearing how others approach this topic, so please let me know in the comments: how do you do fashion?