80s Throwback

Blazer, DKNY (thrifted); sweater, Club Monaco; pants, DVF (thrifted); necklace, MaxMara; shoes, Sam Edelman (thrifted); bag, MbMJ
Blazer, DKNY (thrifted); sweater, Club Monaco; pants, DVF (thrifted); necklace, MaxMara; shoes, Sam Edelman (thrifted); bag, MbMJ

Obvious observation #1, courtesy of my dear love, who told me: You look like it’s the 80s, and you’ve just put out a hit on somebody. Thanks, honey. I prefer “Badass Boss B*tch”.

Obvious observation #2: I cut my own bangs. I was desperate, you guys. They need to, um, settle. Still, infinitely better than the old fivehead (and cheaper than Botox, obvi).

sans blazer
sans blazer

OK, with all that out of the way, let me tell you the important stuff. Run, don’t walk, over to Club Monaco and buy yourself one of these extra fine wool-cashmere blend turtlenecks. I’m serious; go right now before they completely sell out. You know I almost never buy anything at retail, but I gladly paid $38 CDN for this (dark forest green) turtleneck, along with a black version as well. And then, after wearing this outfit for a 16 hour day (don’t ask), I ran out and bought the dark plum colorway as well (which rang up at $32, for some reason). No regrets. I will probably go back around Boxing Day to check for further reductions, and possibly acquire a back-up black one.

Let’s back up a bit. I had been looking for a thin, black turtleneck for ages, having realized it would be a great staple for my wardrobe — perfect for layering, especially under my summer dresses and my blazers. How did I know? Because time and again, I kept finding myself wishing that I had one on hand. Sadly, the thrift stores did not deliver one to my specifications (super lightweight, close fit, non-ribbed). So, reluctantly, I decided to go looking at the mall. Luckily, I started at Club Monaco … where my search ended almost immediately when I found this guy on the clearance rack ($59 plus an extra 40% off). The material (a wool-polyester-cashmere blend) is a perfect weight, and super soft; my skin is sensitive (not allergic) to wool and stiffer fibers, and I found this to be minimally scratchy when I first put it on (becoming less so as the day went on). It’s warm without being too warm, and breathes nicely.

one more headless shot
one more headless shot

I would advise sizing up, particularly if you’re larger on top than, say, a B cup. The sales associate told me it fit small; personally, my bigger concern was that the sweater was quite sheer in my usual size. Sizing up resolved the sheerness almost completely (enough that I can wear this on its own without worries), and I did not see an appreciable difference in fit otherwise.

turtleneck for the win!
turtleneck for the win!

What I Wore: Christmas Party 2016

a ballroom fit for a princess
a ballroom fit for a princess

As I mentioned in my last post, I did manage to get to the ball, ermm, office Christmas party this year, notwithstanding my eleventh hour dress disaster. And, yes, I did feel rather like a princess. Perhaps even the Belle of the ball. Definitely a Beauty, not a Beast. OK, I will stop with the theme puns now.

Dress, Nicole Miller (thrifted); shoes, Louboutin (thrifted); brooch, vintage (via eBay); earrings, vintage (via consignment); clutch, vintage (via grandma)
Dress, Nicole Miller (thrifted); shoes, Louboutin (thrifted); brooch, vintage (via eBay); earrings, vintage (via consignment); clutch, vintage (via grandma)

I am still marveling at the fact that this dress cost me less than the price of a latte. It fit like a glove, and all that it took was adjusting the clasp on the back of the halter. The threads holding the clasp in place had come loose, so when I went to fix it (no tailor this time!) I simply moved it back an inch on either side so the straps would be more snug. The dress was otherwise in impeccable condition, and made out of a double layer of natural silk (non-shiny) that had a good weight and beautiful flow. It seemed to glide and fall away perfectly, and was absolutely THE most comfortable evening dress I have ever worn — no shape-wear required. I was left wondering if it was cut on the bias or something (vaguely recalling some of my fashion history reading), because it seemed incredible that a dress that is so lightweight and body-con would ever look this good with practically no effort on my part. I don’t know the answer, but it’s a wonderful mystery all the same.

art deco "emeralds"
art deco “emeralds”
floor-sweeping
floor-sweeping

I paired it with my vintage Art Deco-inspired brooch, which seemed like a perfect complement to the V-neckline. I’m not a fan of halter necklines, precisely because they can be tricky to accessorize, but I think I found a good solution since the brooch also helped preserve some modesty. (I used it to hold the bottom of the halter together so it would not gape.) Amazingly, I found the waterfall-like earrings, sporting a similar Art Deco vibe, the day before the party at Swish boutique. I have gotten to know the owner, Angela, a little bit over the last few months, and in addition to having the best stories (seriously, just ask her!), she is a whizz at helping a person find unique and perfect accessories like these earrings. I finished off the outfit with my grandmother’s vintage sequin-encrusted clutch, which was one of my favourite (and forbidden) dress-up accessories as a child and is one of my treasured possessions now as an adult.

I also want to talk about my Louboutins. I know some of you were unconvinced when I bought them, and I get it; I wasn’t sure how useful they would be either. They were my first choice for this outfit simply because they are my only pair of shoes tall enough for the length of this dress. Even so, I brought a back-up pair of (lower) heels with me, just in case the Loubs proved unwearable. And you know what? I feel like I owe my apologies to Mr. Louboutin for doubting his creation. I ended up wearing them all night, for over 7 hours in total (most of which were spent on my feet). I even danced in them, briefly. (Long dress plus high heels plus holiday libations are not a good combo on a dance floor, so I wisely decided to go back to socializing.) After a few minutes of getting used to walking in them — the placement of the heel seems different to me than in other shoes — they were not uncomfortable until about the 5 hour mark, which is a pretty good run for most heeled shoes in my experience. By the end of the night, I was definitely happy to take them off, but I think overall, they held up well. I doubt I will wear them for anything except extra fancy occasions like this one, but I’m happy that I will actually get some mileage out of them after all.

the rose chandelier
the rose chandelier
table settings
table settings

Can we take a moment and appreciate the decor at the party? It’s like you’re waiting for the dancing crockery to come out any minute, right? Disney doesn’t have anything on us.

sky high & feeling fine
sky high & feeling fine
madame x got nothing on me ;)
madame x got nothing on me either šŸ˜‰

What I Read: Two Articles of Note

Through my years of blogging, I have tried to get various recurring post series going, with minimal success. And by that, I mean that I have had little success in staying organized enough to keep such series going. Iā€™m not going to attempt to start another one, but if I did, Iā€™d be tempted to try an ā€œarticles of noteā€ round-up; I love reading them on other blogs. However, I am going to do a one-off (for now! Not committing but also not not-committing!) because I recently read a couple of fantastic articles and, despite making a mental note to share them (organically, as it were) in a style post at the earliest opportunity, I just havenā€™t managed to do it yet.

Fair warning to you all: neither is precisely about personal style, but both are great reads well worth the time investment in my opinion. I also think that both could be the springboard for some interesting discussion ā€¦ and you guys know how much I love a good discussion.

First up, The Fashion Law (which is quickly becoming one of my daily reads) recently ran a series on ā€œThe 24 Anti-Laws of Marketingā€ (part 1 / part 2). It focused on the marketing strategies employed by luxury brands to maintain their cachet, most of which run entirely counter to typical fashion industry strategy. The book Bargain Fever touched briefly on some of these different techniques in one of its chapters, but the TFL articles are much more in-depth and specific.

I found them fascinating because I am endlessly fascinated by the luxury industry, and the reaction of different people (myself included) to their products. Growing up poor, I always saw myself as an outsider to the fashion industry, especially the luxury market, and that self-perception has persisted despite the changing circumstances of my life. I love beautiful things, so I am very vulnerable to the lure of luxury, whose products are often (though definitely not always) very beautiful even when not practical. Case in point ā€“ and I could point to many:

Gucci via Lyst
Gucci via Lyst
This dress is like a work of art, quite apart from its label. But I am also cognizant that the label is not without an impact on my appreciation of the dress, even though I like to think of myself as a fairly savvy consumer. Recognizing my own vulnerability, I find it intriguing to read about how luxury labels craft their image and manipulate the impact on consumers. Coincidentally, having recently read Propaganda by Edward Bernays, I am more interested than ever in examining the masses of messaging we consume daily, from all sources. If anyone has recommendations for other books on this general topic, I am all ears.

Second, I randomly came across a 2011 advice column from The Rumpus, wherein the blogger was replying to a reader who asked how he could decide if he should or should not have kids. The resulting post is a must-read for anyone contemplating the same question (and deeply resonates with me now, 6 years after I answered that question for myself), but I think it has broader relevance. You guys should definitely read the whole post, but here is the excerpt that encapsulates its message beautifully, and which goes straight to my heart:

 ā€œIā€™ll never know and neither will you of the life you donā€™t choose. Weā€™ll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didnā€™t carry us. Thereā€™s nothing to do but salute it from the shore.ā€

Chance are, if youā€™re like me, that just hit you like a metaphorical train. I have spent a good chunk of my life thinking about my ghost ship(s), without ever being able to put their existence and meaning into words quite as perfectly. I love my life, and would not change a single moment of my past (even the really, truly shitty ones) because each one was a link in the chain that guided me through the labyrinth of choices to this present moment ā€¦ but I have still wrestled, too many times, with my ā€œwhat ifsā€ ā€“ never quite knowing what to call the feeling they evoked, what it meant, and what to do about it.

Take the decision to have children, for example; I knew, without question (though, in fact, I never asked myself the question point blank, and sort of just stumbled towards the answer like a person left blindfolded in a dark room), that I would regret not having children. But I also often wondered, sometimes regretfully, about what my life without children would have been like. As I have sailed on through my life as a parent, those thoughts are growing ever more distant. The same is not necessarily true of other life choices; there, the wondering still visits me ā€“ like a ghost ship ā€“ every so often. Somehow, the thought that all I need to do is wave and watch it pass on, is deeply reassuring.

If youā€™re feeling in a confiding mood, hereā€™s my question for you: how you deal with your ghosts ships or, more generally, with making difficult choices in the first place?