Texas Family Vacation, Part Two

As promised, in today’s post, I’m going to talk about my shopping adventures in Houston. They were not extensive, since kids and shopping don’t mix well – at least in my family. We did manage to hit up a Target and a Walmart, which the kids like because they can usually squeeze a snack and a toy out of the excursion. To be fair, I like those stores for pretty much the same reason, except in my case it’s snacks and cheap beauty products. None of us were disappointed; as I mentioned in my last post, the American snack aisle is a wonder. Hello, Strawberry Nut M&Ms!

Apart from these, more pedestrian diversions, my shopping was limited to a few stores. Nordstrom Rack was OK; I was lucky to find some practical things on sale – my favourite perfume, my favourite bras, replacement Crocs for the kids – but the clothing was a disappointment. Even on sale, the prices on my fave brands were simply too high when compared to thrift. This is not an issue limited to Nordstrom Rack, obviously; I do like the variety of non-clothing items they offer, and I can’t wait for the Edmonton store to finally open. Generally, though, I have come to the conclusion that non-thrift shopping for clothes is a non-starter for me, barring a few exceptions.

I also hit up the outlet mall in Katy, though the trip was largely devoted to taking the kids to the Rainforest Café. I peeked into Neiman Marcus Last Call and Saks Off Fifth, but the experience was similar to that at Nordstrom Rack; everything I liked was way outside my budget comfort zone. I spotted a lot of designer brands, though, which made me hopeful about the Houston thrift scene. Alas, I was destined to be slightly disappointed on that front.

Most of the brand name stuff I saw on my thrift “tour” fell in the “mall” category: J. Crew, Ann Taylor, Loft, Gap, Banana Republic. The higher end stuff I spotted was in poor condition, and I didn’t find much to begin with. I went to 3 thrift stores in Houston (out of many, many dozens), so it’s hard to say whether the thrift scene is better or worse than Edmonton’s, simply because my sample was not large enough; also, since successful thrifting owes as much to frequency of visits as anything else, that was another factor that weighed against my chances. Based on the stuff I ended up buying, prices seem comparable to my local Goodwill (after you factor in the exchange rate) and generally lower than Value Village.

The best part of thrifting in Houston was not the clothes, though; it was getting to hang out with my former Edmonton thrift buddy, Nicole (aka The Spirited Thrifter). Nicole and I met a few years ago through social media, but she has become one of my dearest friends; I am forever in awe not just of her thrifting skills but also of her generous heart and wonderful sense of humour. As much as Houston traffic is a drag, I loved driving around with Nicole and catching up on life – even if we never did make it to the drive-thru margarita restaurant.

The other person I got to meet during my thrift tour was Elisa, who is a long-time reader of BCRL. Here, again, is the wonder of social media. Elisa found my blog through another blogger, then found Nicole’s blog through mine; when Nicole moved to Houston, Elisa reached out to her and the two of them became friends. I think that’s a great story, and certainly an example of the good that can come from social media. Elisa is one of the most interesting people I have ever met – in addition to being incredibly funny, warm, and stylish (of course) – and I hereby go on the record as saying that she needs to start writing a blog because I would read the hell out of it. She joked that she would call it “70 plus and Still Learning” but I think it might as well be “70 plus and Still Being Awesome” because, well, it’s true.

Here are the three of us being some thrift version of Charlie’s Angels:

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As I alluded earlier, I didn’t end up finding a lot of stuff in Houston, but here’s a look at what I did get:

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The purple Cartonnier blazer might end up getting listed, sadly; it’s an XS and a smidge too tight in the shoulders for me. I’m a little bummed out about that, because it’s one of my faves – I have it in 2 other colorways (black and red/pink). But, c’est la vie. In the end, I got so much more than just a few new pieces from my Texas thrift adventure that I really can’t complain.

Texas Family Vacation, Part One

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Those of you who follow me on Instagram will know that I recently went on a family vacation, loosely over Spring Break, to visit friends in Houston. Or, to be precise, in Katy. It’s a testament to how little research I did ahead of time that I only appreciated that important distinction in retrospect. I had always assumed that Texas was a sort of sunnier Alberta (my home province), which was not necessarily a wholly wrong assumption except when it comes to scale. EVERYTHING in Texas is bigger.

Houston, I quickly discovered, is a massive city – the 4th largest in the US, which I hadn’t realized. It takes a long time to get around, especially if you’re coming from one of the surrounding suburbs; I thought traffic in Edmonton was bad, but it is nothing compared to Houston. So I cannot truly say that I’ve visited Houston because, apart from the Zoo, a couple of stores and a Cheesecake Factory, I didn’t see much of it. We spent most of our time in Katy, where our friends live, and for the most part doing non-touristy, kid-oriented things. I did get to see a couple of dear friends (and meet a blog reader – more on that in my next post!) and enjoy some absolutely beautiful weather, so it was a vacation well spent.

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So, while I am not in a position to pen an actual travel post, I have a few observations about my time in Texas:

– Houses in the suburbs are, almost without exception, massive. My husband and I joked that every street in Katy looked like the set of an “average family” sitcom – i.e. fancier than anything we’re used to seeing back home. We were very jealous of all the lovely brick construction, not to mention the not-infrequent backyard pools. Continuing the same theme, the local high schools looked to be the size of an average mall in Edmonton. You could probably fit my son’s K-9 school 2 or 3 times over in the local elementary school. There were a lot of schools around, so I can only assume that these suburbs are way bigger and more populated than it first appeared.
– H-E-B is the bomb. Pro-tip: the Grandma’s brand of hummus is amazeballs. I very seriously considered taking some on the plane back with me.
– There were far fewer ethnic restaurants than I am used to back home. As someone who loves all manner of ethnic food (Japanese, Thai, Chinese, Indian, etc.), this was disappointing. But I did discover the deliciousness that is Cracker Barrel’s hash casserole.
– Traffic in Houston is insane, and the city is heavily dependent on cars – I did not see a lot of public transit. As someone who hates driving at the best of times, I found this overwhelming.
– While shopping in general was not noticeably better than at home, the snack aisle remains the exception. Why don’t Canadians get all the amazing snacks y’all get in the US? We are talking the same brands, so it’s a question of variety – or lack thereof. Whyyyyy?
– For the most part, people dressed pretty casually, but I saw more than one Louis Vuitton bag at a playground. I definitely skewed to the casual vibe.

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Since this is, technically, a style blog, I suppose that I had better talk about what I wore on vacation. But, you guys, I warn you: this is going to be hella boring. I gave up on being stylish … well, actually, pretty much all of the time, but especially on family vacations. I would love to be one of those people who can pull off the “off-duty supermodel” casual look after a 10-hour travel day, but I’m not. My look is more “frazzled mom after a 10-hour travel day”, which is factual if not particularly aspirational. I guess Instagram fame will be forever elusive.

Anyway, my only useful tip for traveling to hot climates is this: wear linen. Lots of linen. Earth-shattering, I know. Seriously, though, I have always underrated linen; it’s wrinkly and, therefore, anathema for someone who hates ironing as much as I do. I’m now the proud possessor of a steamer, but it doesn’t really matter anymore; I have embraced the wrinkle. And linen. So I wore lots of it in Houston, which was perfect.

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Particularly perfect were these linen joggers from J. Crew (day 1). The coverage of a full pant (because I can’t be bothered trying to find flattering shorts, or worry about re-applying sunscreen on my pasty appendages every half an hour) without the perspiration. Genius!

The Tracy Reese sack dress is linen … ish. It feels like it, at any rate. I take it on every warm/tropical vacation because it’s such an easy outfit.

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More linen pants, these ones courtesy of Vince. Also, I now know the perfect climate for this sleeveless, cotton mock turtleneck from Aritzia; too bad it’s not a climate I am likely to encounter at home very often.

My family is not particularly religious (and we observe Orthodox Easter), but I “dressed up” for Easter Sunday – mostly as an excuse to wear my Anthro swing dress. This is another dress I pack on most of my vacations because it’s easy and fun and always a compliment magnet.

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These are the jeans I also wore on the plane and, oh look: more linen. My top is Elizabeth & James Textile, and it’s a fun, swingy piece. And then, on the last day, a repeat of the linen joggers with another loose, swingy top from Anthro.

I wore these slide sandals (and my Aritzia straw hat) every single day; I had packed a pair of loafers, but they were superfluous. That’s a lesson for my next vacation. In terms of packing, other than the items pictured here, I brought a sweater and jacket (for the plane), some maxi dresses/pool cover-ups I never ended up wearing, and some lounge clothes (yoga pants and a T-shirt). It was a very minimalist packing list – pat on the back, Adina – which could have been pared down further. And, still, I didn’t *technically* repeat any outfit; for a former chronic over-packer, this is tremendous progress.

Stay tuned for the second part of my Texas recap: all about my shopping adventures!

On Authenticity and Blogging

As should be apparent by now, I have pretty much given up on the idea of being a “blogger”. I suppose you can call this blogging, but that’s only for lack of a better word. I am not an influencer, or a social media personality, or whatever the term du jour is. Yet, having occupied this space on the periphery of the blogosphere for over a decade (BCRL was not my first go at this particular rodeo), I feel like I am in this peculiar position of being neither/or – not really an insider, but not totally an outsider either. I find it fascinating, from my perch, to observe how blogging is evolving. The current buzzword is authenticity. Readers crave it. Businesses looking after their next marketing push want it. And bloggers are stuck in the middle, spinning their wheels.

I may be exaggerating.

Nevertheless, it is a challenging time to a blogger. There are lots of money to be made, sure – if you’re in the right demographic, with the right resources to get your foot in the door – but it’s also a tough business. Audiences expect a lot, often contradictory things. For example, you cannot get traction as a blogger unless you present an immaculate, careful curated image, but too much curation yields accusations of inauthenticity. The whole premise of blogging-as-a-marketing-business is founded upon aspiration; aspiration and authenticity are not natural bedfellows.

Have you ever read the IG comments of prominent bloggers? It is a very interesting experience.

What has stood out to me the most is the fact that any time a blogger presents content that betrays some less-than-generically-aspirational detail, they get a slew of negative comments. Some of those comments can be downright virulent. As a business trying to attract sponsors, this is not a good strategy. So I completely understand why bloggers retreat behind the blandest façade possible, trying to minimize blowback.

There is, I think, a correlation in many people’s minds between authenticity and relatability. Show me your messy room so I can feel reassured that, at some level, you and I have something in common. Which is fine, but do you expect Goop to be relatable? Do you expect Walmart to be authentic? When you are looking at a successful blogger you are seeing a business managing a million-dollar brand – themselves. (And, before you mention it, lower tier full-time bloggers are no different, even if their income bracket is. Successful blogging, in this day and age, takes a pretty specific path, and anyone who seriously aspires to that success knows it and will strive to pursue it.) Unless a blogger made his or her brand based on “I’m just like you” realness – which is extremely rare – accommodating an audience’s desire for authenticity can be a minefield. Socio-economic class issues alone would torpedo a good many number of well-intentioned bloggers.

I think businesses are getting savvy to these issues. Sure, some are only just now discovering social media, and their blanket sponsorships still end up splashed over questionable blog posts (fashion bloggers talking about their favourite, say, toilet paper – apologies to anyone who has written something like that recently). Others are starting to realize that the ROI very much depends on whether there is an alignment of brands between blogger and product. If a product is being marketed based on its aspirational value, it makes sense to hook up with a blogger who can add to the cachet (and vice versa). If a product is being marketed based on authenticity, a different strategy may be called for. To take a personal example: I never take beauty product recommendations from (monetized) bloggers; but I will try the s**t out of any (inexpensive) products recommended by other commenters on my favourite forums. Someday soon, companies will figure out a way to tap into these networks of small-i influencers and a whole new field of marketing will explode.

Authenticity in social media is hard for anyone, famous or not. You only have to look at something like Refinery29’s Money Diaries to see that. People absolutely tear apart the anonymous diarists over the dumbest s**t. (Honestly, there are days when I feel like the internet is basically the Judgment Olympics – a competition to see who can be the most righteous and judgy.) So whether you are a blogger or a nobody (and especially a non-anonymous nobody), there is very little incentive for laying out your entire life to strangers on the internet.

Which is too bad, because I love reading about the minutiae of other people’s lives.

This brings me to my obligatory expression of regret over the days of old. Indulge me, won’t you.

I grew up in a different, gentler era when people could post all kinds of navel-gazing, earnest crap online without fear of being engulfed by an avalanche of criticism, ridicule, or (much) worse. Ah, we were all much more innocent back then. Having grown up with a now bygone style of blogging, I still seek it out wherever I can. It survives in a few places (smaller blogs, mostly) and I cherish it now in a way I never did before. I’ve been guilty in the past of ragging on bloggers for what were, in retrospect, pretty minor infractions of what I considered “blogging etiquette”. I wouldn’t do that now because I have very little interest in running people off the internet anymore – whether I agree with them or not. I am obviously not speaking about people who espouse racist, sexist, or homophobic views; yet given how prevalent those remain, I find it increasingly easy to let other “differences of opinion” slide. Mommy wars? IDGAF how you raise your child, as long as they are loved, cared for, and (ideally) encouraged to become a productive member of society. Style advice? Hard pass – you do you, and I’ll do me, thanks. The same goes for any other aspect of daily life that lends itself to judgments that have nothing to do with ethics and everything to do with personal preference. I love reading about other people’s choices in these matters; I’m just not interested in debating those choices – theirs or mine. Unfortunately, most days I feel like I’m in the (silent) minority.

I am not sure that this post has a point … except perhaps to say: my, what a tangled web we’ve woven. People like to aspire, but they also enjoy having the opportunity to feel superior. They like pretty things, but they don’t want to be “sold to”. They want to genuinely connect, but they also just want their own value judgments mirrored at them. Bloggers trying to be all things to all people will inevitably fail, and will get mocked for trying. What’s the answer? I have no idea, man.