I wrote this post because I finally made it to the Old Strathcona farmers market not long ago, and I wanted to show you all the gorgeous stuffs I found there. I don’t even love veggies that much, and yet I had a hard time stopping myself from buying enough of them to feed a small army.

So, yeah, I also wore some clothes. I’ve been trying to get as much wear as I can out of these white jeans before summer ends. I like the visual results in most cases, but the stress is getting to me. Small kids + klutzy me + white anything just doesn’t mix. I am constantly checking myself for stains, and even when I don’t find any, the anxiety is always there. Lovers of white jeans, how do you do it?

My stain-phobia stopped me from wearing my white jeans with this next outfit, although I think it would have been a killer combo. I wore my light wash skinnies instead, sigh.

This floral Deletta top was one of my faves a couple of years ago, but I haven’t worn it much lately. Last week I thought to myself, “Self, we need to do something about this!” and thus this outfit was born. And, yes, all my internal monologues are that thrilling.

So, last weekend I dressed like a parrot. As one does. I know it might not seem like a very minimalist outfit, but lookit: I refrained from any extraneous accessories, and all the colours match the print of the dress. So what if I’m practically wearing the rainbow? OK, perhaps minimalism is in the eye of the beholder … or something.

So, I think it’s time to say goodbye to this Zara dress, and let it go forth and enjoy a third chapter in someone else’s closet. It’s been fun — and these photos definitely remind me of it — but I don’t think I love it enough to keep it. It’s weird how that happens. The dress is very cute, and it fits nicely, but I only ever reach for it out of I-should-wear-that-more-often guilt. That’s … kind of a downer, actually. And I honestly don’t know why I don’t love the dress more, which also makes me feel guilty. Gah!

The rest of the outfit, though? Definitely not making me feel conflicted. Love the blazer, love the shoes (peep toes and all), LOVE the bag. The belt, which you can’t see very well (sorry!), is another with-dress BCBG number. The dress, which I bought 7 years ago for a Christmas party and ended up wearing for my engagement photos, has lingered in the back of my basement closet for years; after I gave birth to my son, it didn’t fit for many years, and I was never able to sell it. Well, it fits again. It’s still bright pink, which is not really my colour, but what the hell — I may as well keep it for posterity at this point. And, more importantly, the belt fits again and you guys know how much I love a jewelled belt.

So one thing goes, one thing comes back, and the circle of life is complete. Or something like that.