Pants, two days in a row? What is even happening, you guys? I don’t know, but there it is. I felt like taking this Vince sweater out for a spin, and then … got lazy with the rest of the outfit. Or, if you like, went classic and simple. I did pull out these ancient (circa 2008) Enzo Angiolini shoes to match the silver thread in the sweater stripes, so there was a hint of fun.

The weather is befuddling at the moment. The mornings have been legit cool (sub 10 C), and definitely fall-like, but then the afternoons turn broiling (high 20s). No matter what I wear, I’m inadequately dressed for at least one of my commutes. I’m not complaining — even if it reads that way — because I’ll take Mother Nature’s Sybil moment any day over a full-time commitment to Edmonton fall. But in case you’re wondering why my outfits are all over the place (who are we kidding though, that’s nothing new), now you know why.

I wrote this post because I finally made it to the Old Strathcona farmers market not long ago, and I wanted to show you all the gorgeous stuffs I found there. I don’t even love veggies that much, and yet I had a hard time stopping myself from buying enough of them to feed a small army.

So, yeah, I also wore some clothes. I’ve been trying to get as much wear as I can out of these white jeans before summer ends. I like the visual results in most cases, but the stress is getting to me. Small kids + klutzy me + white anything just doesn’t mix. I am constantly checking myself for stains, and even when I don’t find any, the anxiety is always there. Lovers of white jeans, how do you do it?

My stain-phobia stopped me from wearing my white jeans with this next outfit, although I think it would have been a killer combo. I wore my light wash skinnies instead, sigh.

This floral Deletta top was one of my faves a couple of years ago, but I haven’t worn it much lately. Last week I thought to myself, “Self, we need to do something about this!” and thus this outfit was born. And, yes, all my internal monologues are that thrilling.

So, last weekend I dressed like a parrot. As one does. I know it might not seem like a very minimalist outfit, but lookit: I refrained from any extraneous accessories, and all the colours match the print of the dress. So what if I’m practically wearing the rainbow? OK, perhaps minimalism is in the eye of the beholder … or something.