We all have quirks. One of my quirks as a shopper is a weakness for what I call “orphan” clothes — clothes that are not necessarily my style/size but are an amazing deal yet don’t seem to find any takers. It takes a lot of strength for me to walk away from them because I know that somewhere out there, there is someone who would love and appreciate them and give them a good home. Those are the moments when I most regret not having pursued a career as a personal stylist or shopper. Forget eHarmony; I would have been the wardrobe matchmaker.
Recently, I had one of these encounters. About a month ago, I came across a lovely Tory Burch tunic while browsing at my favourite consignment store. It had a cool, beachy look and sparkly detailing around the neckline — and you know I’m a sucker for anything sparkly. I loved its Miami Beach vibe, but sadly it was a touch too big for me. Still, at $39 (originally $300+) it was a steal. I proceeded to tell my friends about, hoping that someone would find it and fall in love with it just as I did. I even sent my mom over to try it. Sadly, the top didn’t fit them either. I put it out of my mind, pretty sure that it would eventually find a home.
This weekend, I went back to the same store to check out new arrivals. And there it was. Still waiting, now only $25. What is wrong with you, world? I didn’t have the heart to walk away a second time. Damn it, if no one else was going to take it, I would just have to do it. I can wear it with a pair of skinny jeans and pretend like it’s supposed to be that loose.
I guess I know what I’m packing for my honeymoon.
You know how they say that you can never be too rich or too thin? Well, I think you can never have a closet that is too big. When we moved into our new house this past January, I made it clear to my fiancé that the master bedroom walk-in closet was going to be my exclusive domain. [It’s ok. He got the basement as part of the deal.] Although a walk-in closet represented a significant improvement over what my old condo offered in terms of closet space, I still (seriously) toyed with the idea of using one of our spare bedrooms as a separate dressing room. For entirely too pragmatic reasons, we decided that a computer room would be more practical. Still, the dream of a gigantic closet is never far from my mind.
One of the things that my dream closet would have is an island. You know, like the ones in fancy kitchens? Except this one would be glass-topped, the better to display my jewelry. This is important, because when it comes to jewelry, out of sight is out of mind for me. As it happens, I dislike the usual jewelry “trees” and similar display doodads. For one thing, they take up too much room and I always seem to be knocking them over somehow. The problem has now been compounded by the fact that I no longer have a proper dresser in my bedroom, and hence nowhere to put these things anyway. So, what to do?
Clearly, for the time being, my island solution will have to wait. In the meantime, this is a pretty a nifty storage/space-saving:
All you need are a framed cork board (I got mine at Winners for $20) and some push pins. Done!
Yesterday, I was not able to post a “Friday wrap-up” pic but, hey — I’m only a day late.
Here’s my take on Friday night casual. I was on my way to visit Pushkin.
skirt, H&M; tank, H&M; cardigan, Kersh;
shoes, Stuart Weitzman; bag, Marc by Marc Jacobs;
necklace, Banana Republic; sunglasses, Marc by
He had a haircut last week. A major haircut.
Don’t believe me?
He looked a little down on his luck. Nothing a hug couldn’t fix though.