Impulse ControlĀ 

Dress, Phillip Lim (via eBay); cardigan, Nougat (thrifted); shoes, Prada; bag, YSL (via eBay); necklace, J. Crew Factory
Dress, Phillip Lim (via eBay); cardigan, Nougat (thrifted); shoes, Prada; bag, YSL (via eBay); necklace, J. Crew Factory

I should not be allow to eBay after certain hours. I’m not even kidding. I mean, this dress probably isn’t the *worst* thing that could have ended up in my mailbox, but it’s also not exactly something that *needed* to end up in my mailbox. It is quite pretty, though. I’ll give my late-night-zombie self a partial pass. I adore the print, although I could have done without the ruching at the waist. Sigh.

bag close-up
bag close-up
shoooooooes!
shoooooooes!

The biggest problem I have with this dress is finding something to wear it with. You would think it would be easy. Black, after all, is always a safe bet. Somehow, none of my eleventy million blazers looks smashing with the dress; they look ok, but … meh. The dress absolutely needs a topper, by the way, because the back is completely sheer. Oh, did I forget to mention that? #latenightzombieebayingatitsfinest

I ended up picking this old Nougat cardigan because the colour is pretty and goes well with the dress, and the rest of it is … unobjectionable as far as a style pairing goes. The shoes might push the whole thing into “gamine” territory (those bows!) but, dang it, I don’t wear them often enough so they had to stay. And the bag … oh, the bag. I still love it so. I wish it was more practical, but it’s one damn fine-looking bag.

pretty blues
pretty blues
where, oh where, is my self-control?
where, oh where, is my self-control?

What I Read: More Chick Lit

A month or two ago, I thrifted a copy of Call The Midwife, which sounded familiar because a few readers had recommended the TV show a while back. I put off reading it for a long time because the subject matter wasn’t quite “calling my name”; I don’t know about you guys, but reading is like food for me — some days I want steak, some days I want sushi. A couple of weeks ago, finally, I was in the mood for Call The Midwife. It was a nice, enjoyable read. The writing is nothing spectacular, but the stories — recounting the experiences of the author as a midwife in 1950s East London — are quite engrossing. There is a bit of what I would call “technical information” sprinkled throughout (bits about the history of midwifery and nursing), but the focus is largely on the women of Nonnatus House (the midwives’ residence) and their patients, which is really the strength of the book. I’d give it a 7/10 overall, and I’m probably being a bit stingy.

But my favourite thing about the book was … well, the fact that it inspired a TV show. Part way through my read, I decided to check out the show out of curiosity. I was immediately hooked. For some reason, I never warmed up to Nurse Jenny (the character based on the author of the book) but I love most of the other recurring characters, and quickly became invested in their storylines. Speaking of which, I am currently finishing up Season 3, and I have a couple of questions. I know the show is old news to most of you, but please indulge me for a moment. Did I somehow miss the episode that explained what happened to Silent Jane and the loquacious vicar? I hearted those two, and I was really bummed out when the vicar disappeared, seemingly never to return. Do I have to read the follow-up books to find out what happens, or does the show eventually tell us as well?

(And since we are on the topic of men of God, Nurse Trixie’s vicar is alright, but I keep wishing that James Norton would show up instead. A girl can dream.)

Second, does anyone else think there is something weird about Dr. Turner and Sheilagh’s relationship? It all started off with lots of UST, and then … nada. I keep wanting to shout at the screen “you’re married now, it’s alright for you to kiss her on the lips, Patrick!” every time he grabs her hand for a loving squeeze. It’s all … terribly Victorian or something. Weird. I will say that it’s been interesting to watch a show that focuses more (screen) time on various couples’ marriage than their courtship. Did I mention how much I adore Chummy and Peter?

Anyway, I love the show and how it tackles all sorts of social issues of the era, with a particular focus on women’s stories. Would highly recommend if you need binge-watching material on Netflix.

This excerpt from Anne Helen Petersen’s upcoming book is a fantastic (long) read in which she addresses the “disruptive” narrative of Kim Kardashian’s pregnancy. Don’t like the Kardashians? Trust me, you will enjoy this article. AHP is brilliant, and I can’t wait for her book to come out (psst, it’s called Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud: The Rise and Reign of the Unruly Woman).

I also enjoyed reading these thoughts from Rick Owens over at The Fashion Law, although I was kinda bummed out to see yet another designer who subscribes to the daily uniform approach to dressing. I know it’s wholly subjective, but I can’t fathom being a fashion creative yet always wearing the Same Thing. I am not talking about having a cohesive, very specific aesthetic; I am talking about wearing the same, exact items, every day. I guess some people get joy out of creating different clothes for others, not necessarily wearing them.

As always, share your book/TV/Netflix/article recc’s in the comments. Happy Friday!

Roman Holiday

Blouse, Maeve (thrifted); skirt, Yoana Baraschi (thrifted); shoes, Ferragamo (via Etsy); bag, Coach (thrifted)
Blouse, Maeve (thrifted); skirt, Yoana Baraschi (thrifted); shoes, Ferragamo (via Etsy); bag, Coach (thrifted)

It never bodes well for a blogger to compared herself to Audrey Hepburn. You know that. I know that. So let’s agree that no comparison whatsoever is intended here, post title notwithstanding. It’s just that this outfit reminded me of something AH wore in the movie Roman Holiday; it’s not exactly the same, but the vague flavour is there.

I don’t wear this skirt as much as I should because the full silhouette falls a bit outside my style wheelhouse at the moment. It’s quite romantic (with a hint of twee — those buttons on the pockets!) and most of the romance is gone from my closet. Wait, that sounds wrong. Vibe aside, the skirt is a whole lot of look, so I paired it with simple pieces to balance things out. I finally got around to re-soling my ancient Ferragamo Vara flats, so they are back in rotation after a long absence. They’re still among the most comfortable shoes I own; I’m only now starting to realize how much I’d missed them. Last but not least, my Coach Willis bag because it goes with everything and I can’t stop wearing it.

Audrey chic?
Audrey chic?