So, this is basically my new weekend uniform: dress + sweater + tights + coat + scarf. Anything (and everything) to avoid pants. I missed last weekend’s deep freeze – when the temps dipped to something utterly preposterous like -18F – but this formula has gotten through everything else. So far. I really shouldn’t tempt Mother Nature.

I have to say, this is perhaps not my favourite iteration of the uniform. It looked better in my head. I hate when that happens.

Speaking of questionable choices, how ridiculous is this manicure on a 34-year old? A French woman somewhere just threw up in her mouth a little bit, and the poor thing doesn’t even know why. It’s like the butterfly effect, except for tacky (awesome) manicures.

I find some dresses hard to remix. Take this one for example: no matter what I slap on it, it’s instantly recognizable. It is the centre of attention. It almost defeats the purpose of remixing because, no matter the accessory pieces, you will always remember the dress and not the other things. But, I try.

This time around not that hard, clearly. I just threw a bunch of things together, all of which vaguely go with the dress, although perhaps not each other. I promise I’ll try harder next time. You may or may not notice. Because, dress.

I’m liking this outfit better than my first try with this Equipment shirt. Honest! The just-sucked-a-lemon-and-possibly-smelled-a-fart smile was simply a function of a horrible Monday morning. I think that it’s extra important to wear great outfits on Mondays, because that can go a long way towards mitigating the New Week, Everyone Is Grumpy effect; this particular outfit definitely helped. So did having a Good Hair Day.

True story: one of my bosses remarked that my shoes went really well with my shirt. And they say that men don’t pay attention to details, pshaw! Also, I am incredibly predictable with the matchy-matchiness, but you already knew that.