I get real antsy whenever we get more than two days of rain in a row. It doesn’t help that I have apparently forgotten how to dress for cooler weather. Throw a jacket on and … that’s all I got.
For a cheap, rainy day outfit, this looked pretty cute. Minus the bag, everything else came to a whopping $60, give or take a dollar. My fave part? The neon orange accents, of course.
Never really been an orange fan (blame it on being a ginger), but it’s growing on me. My husband approves; the nail polish reminded him of orange creamsicle, his favourite thing ever bar none (save two adorable kids, and a beooootiful wife … I think).
Warning: this will be a photo-heavy post. I just love this dress so damn much. (Humour me, it’s mah birthday.)
Can we start by stating the obvious? Impulse buy. Total impulse buy. You might remember I refrained from buying a cute, yellow shirt dress from Gap last month, on account of the (admittedly problematic) shirt dress I already have in my closet. You know the one – the granny dress. Turns out, resisting one cute shirt dress is my limit. So, this one came home with me.
You guys know I’m addicted to colour, and this dress has colour … in spades. The tag called this a “floral print”, but to me it looks like sprinkles, especially up close. (Or maybe a colourful scaly lizard? Um, sprinkles it is.) Appropriately, I think, I wore it to my son’s 3rd birthday party.
Like all my other technicolor dresses, this one is a cinch to accessorize. I can pretty much close my eyes, walk into my closet, pull out the first thing I grab, and bam. Outfit. Now that is my kind of dressing. (I wore it on its own for the inaugural outfit because, obviously, it needs to be seen in all its glory. Bam!)
This is what I wore for an extra special date night with my husband in Calgary. The “extra” we were celebrating that night was our 4th wedding anniversary. Can you handle a throwback on a Tuesday?
I’d show you a photo of the both of us, but my husband is internet-shy. (Or so he claims; I think he just like to be mysterious.) Looking back over our wedding photos, reminiscing style, I was struck by how – before house renovations, and babies, and sleepless nights, and all the rest of the suburban dream come true – we looked like such kids. I still feel like we’re kids (playing house till the real parents show up), but we don’t look it anymore. So … yay?
So, yes, anniversary dinner. I went kinda all out. I get so few chances for even regular dressing up that I seized this opportunity with more gusto than a dinner at a steak joint would otherwise conjure up.