Sometimes, I find the most random things at the thrift store … like this Liberty of London peacock print scarf. I’m not really a “fancy scarf” person, but I couldn’t leave this beauty behind. Having bought it, I decided that I might as well try to make use of it. It really is too pretty not to show off.

Since I’m still figuring out this whole scarf thing, I decided to keep the rest of my outfit simple. Well, it doesn’t get much simpler than this. Sweater and jeans, done. A couple of things worth mentioning, though. One, the entire outfit (minus the sweater) is thrifted — bag and boots included. I’m pretty happy with that, especially since all the pieces together cost less than $50.

Two, I haven’t worn flared jeans in close to a decade, so it’s taking me a bit of time to adjust to the silhouette again but … I don’t hate it. These Paige flares were a whopping $5, so I figured it was worth trying out a new-old thing again with practically no downside.

Have you guys tried flares (again)? Or are you die-hard skinny/bootcut jeans fans?

I wore this on what was technical the first work day of spring, and it was about as spring-y as our Edmonton weather. Which is to say, it snowed. I was cooped up at my hearing most of the day, but I did get to enjoy our “glorious” spring on the 5-block walk to and from my office. Brr. The snow also forced me to resort to some babushka-approved scarf-head-wrap maneuvers to keep my hairdo intact during said walk. My assistant laughed for a good minute as she saw me off, but my waves got to limp along for another few hours, so it was worth it. Right?

Ahh, spring.

This time of year, grey skies seem particularly cruel. Mother Nature keeps toying with us — warm temps one day, snow the next — and I’m close to my wits’ end. It doesn’t help that the whole family has fallen prey to a pretty nasty cold bug that’s taken us out of commission, one by one, for two weeks and counting. I need some help here, Mother Nature! Bring on spring. Bring on colour. Bring on the sun!

I promise to do my part, and ease up on the grey and black. Well, maybe. It’s just … so darn easy. And when you’re dealing with the toddler plague, easy is where it’s at.