


Hope you're having as great of a day as I am!
How and when did this happen? The past three times I've walked into Urban Outfitters nothing has particularly tickled my fancy...then I decided to check out their website today on a whim and holy mother of pearl I want, I want, I want NOW! And, more importantly, I can actually potentially afford what I want, which is a rare and therefore entirely joyous occasion for me. Wanting the most FW08/09 Balmain, Ferragamo and Alexander Wang collections is, needless to say, not an attainable goal for me at this point in my life, but this is!
Praise the heavens, and I suppose you all now know where the majority of my next paycheque is going...
Photos, all taken from UrbanOutfitters.com, clockwise from top left: 0815 LovesPeace Legacy Blazer ($104), Lace Up Boot ($88), BDG Double Stripe Cardigan ($48), Heraldy V-Neck Tee ($28), Urban Renewal Shrunken Flannel ($48), Folio Briefcase Bag ($58)
1. Spring: To be perfectly honest, the majority of Spring's shoes are atrocious garbage that one might encounter in a really gross suburban Wal-Mart. But fate was on my side on Saturday morning, when one particular pair of lascivious tan wooden platform sandals caught my eye before I even noticed that they were marked down to $10. Even if I had hated them I probably would have bought them but, thanks to whatever universal power that was looking out for my best sartorial interests at the time, it was love at first sight and they have pretty much not left my feet since. Which, according to my mother, is pretty stupid and vain when I'm on a mossy, rocky and wet patch of lakefront property, but whatever.
2. Old Navy (Kid's): Thanks for your 'helpfulness' nosy Old Navy employees, but no, I do not require a gift receipt for my $9 worth of purchases! The aforementioned romper and the grey graphic printed t-shirt are for moi...because yes, I am a Large/Extra-Large child, which come to think of it actually sums up a lot about my existence on many levels. Regardless, the absolute perfection of the romper can quite honestly be blamed for the lack of outfit posts for the past couple of days: "Me in the Romper on a VIA train", "Me in the Romper on a Boat", "Me in the Romper Getting Stupidly Inebriated on a Boat", "Me in the Romper on a VIA train home"...yeah, you get the point. Any outfit posts would have been insufferably redundant, as I am certain the word 'romper' is coming to be throughout this diatribe of mine.3. Goodwill: This place is leading me believe that I have guardian angel of fashion who resides in specific rack of the St. Clair & Bathurst Goodwill - which is kind of ironic, because there's totally a Salvation Army a block away where I rarely and/or never find anything awesome, and aren't they supposed to be the religiously-affiliated organization? Anyways, my posse and I trekked up here, as is becoming the Sunday ritual, and while it was not as fruitful a trip as last week for me, everyone came away with some enviable thrift scores which I am not going to disclose just yet, because to let the cat out of the bag too early would totally make some of the upcoming daily outfit posts less mysterious and exciting, y'know?
Even though this fuschia minidress has been hanging in my closet for approximately a year, last night was the first time I've ever worn it out of the house. G and I had a meeting at a chic but grossly pretentious bar with a friend of a friend who owns a small gallery about potentially showing G's photography in the near future. And, as per usual when I have somewhere to go, I suddenly decide that I detest everything in my closet and would rather create a bonfire on the bedroom floor with all of my clothing than put on the same black smock again.
In this moment of rage/indecision/frustration/self-loathing, fuschia seemed like the best idea in the world, and I will admit that I again felt a small but consequential inner victory when complimented on it later in the evening by the $400 shoe wearing set.
^Note how extremely pleased with myself I look.
Wearing:
Dress: unknown, but it cost $4!!!
Coat: vintage
Shoes: David's
Hair clip: Target
Earrings: my own
The night was as pleasant and quiet as I had hoped for it to be...that is until G and I noticed an angry junkie hobo climbing inside the massive metal trash bins outside of our apartment building, presumably attempting to steal someone's identity and/or find something to eat/sleep on/wear. Oh how I love living in the downtown core...at least one can't say that there's ever a dull moment! While I think I would probably have an averse physical response to living any other way for an extended period of time, I am nonetheless very much looking forward to cottaging this upcoming weekend.
Wearing:
Blazer: Club Monaco
Tank: AA
Skirt: Levi's
Shoes: Aldo
Scarf & Jewelry: vintage
Mind you I have yet to find a plaid skirt suit as cool as the ones Cher and Dionne totally rocked in the opening scene, but in my opinion there is certainly an awesomely comparable vibe between this picture of C and D and the following picture of G and I.
Self-explanatory.
Wearing:
Dress: vintage (and sloppily/smartly shortened by moi might I add)
Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell (as if you couldn't tell, this is the billionth time I've worn them)