Category: style

Vacation Style: Thrift Edition

Dress, Anthropologie (thrifted); top, J. Crew; shoes, Old Navy; bag, Longchamps
Dress, Anthropologie (thrifted); top, J. Crew; shoes, Old Navy; bag, Longchamps

I thrifted this Meadow Rue dress … thingie right before my vacation to Vancouver, so I had to bring it with me, of course. Wait to wear a new frock? Pshaw! Besides, it’s perfect for kid-wrangling. The linen blend fabric is pretty much indestructible (it survived a close encounter with peanut butter – long and not terribly entertaining story) and those ginormous pockets are perfect for carrying all sorts of vacation ephemera. I can probably smuggle a ferret or other small furry animal in there. Not that I want to, or have needed to. Thankfully. Yet.

the new potato sack of glory?
the new potato sack of glory?
got potato sack, will travel
got potato sack, will travel

Potato sack dresses are not the height of style, especially when they’re a size or two too big, but comfort is also never overrated in my books. For $10, this dress delivers all the potato sack-y comfort and then some.

my, what big pockets you've got there ...
my, what big pockets you’ve got there …

This dress is also pretty versatile, in the sense that it goes well with a lot of different tops. Here’s another way that I wore it in Van (and a peek at the cute cross strap detail in the back):

top, H&M; shoes, J. Crew Factory; necklace, J. Crew
top, H&M; shoes, J. Crew Factory; necklace, J. Crew

Then and Now

Dress, RACHEL Rachel Roy; shoes, Steve Madden; bag, MbMJ (all via consignment)
Dress, RACHEL Rachel Roy; shoes, Steve Madden; bag, MbMJ (all via consignment)

This is one of my fave dresses, and you are not surprised because I think we have agreed that I am the queen of dresses that look like separates and vice versa. I wore it again, after too long of a break, for my birthday dinner and it did not disappoint. It is just so darn pretty. And pretty comfortable too, especially now that I have a bit more wiggle room in it.

pretty dress is still pretty
pretty dress is still pretty
action shot!
action shot!

Speaking of which, I was a bit surprised when I dug out the photo of the last time I wore this dress, almost exactly one year ago. I honestly didn’t think my body had changed quite so visibly in the last six months or so, so this side by side was a bit of an eye-opener. Funnily enough, I see the biggest difference in my face. I am reminded of the saying attributed (if I remember correctly) to the great Catherine Deneuve: after a certain age, women have to chose between their face and their ass. She spoke, of course, in an era before injectables. And I won’t lie: I have a different perspective on Botox now than I did at 25. (Which is to say, I have been thinking about it.)

August 2014 / August 2015
August 2014 / August 2015

In case you couldn’t tell, issues of age and self-image have been on my mind more than usual lately, which I fully attribute to this damn birthday. 35 has hit me in a way that 30 never did, and I’m still working on figuring out why. Anyone else out there who’s felt/feeling the same?

eyes wide shut
eyes wide shut

Print Mixing, Hardcore

skirt, Marc Jacobs (via consignment); top, J. Crew; shoes, Bloch
skirt, Marc Jacobs (via consignment); top, J. Crew; shoes, Bloch

This is probably a whole lotta print for most people, but I sometimes like to push the limits. I wore this for Saturday morning errands (my life, it is nothing but glamour), when the risk is low to non-existent. Nobody at Superstore at 7:30 on a Saturday morning cares that I mixed circus tent stripes and florals. Not a single person. Trust.

print mixing, whoa
print mixing, whoa
turned 35, selfied
turned 35, selfied

That particular Saturday also happened to be my birthday (did I mention my life was glamorous? Who needs swanky parties when you’ve got the frozen desserts aisle all to yourself?) so naturally, I had to take a selfie. I was having a Good Hair Day, which made the prospect of staring down my encroaching 40s a little less scary. As long as there are Good Hair Days, everything is a little less scary.

bravely stepping towards my late 30s
bravely stepping towards my late 30s