Karmacoma

The most frustrating thing about loving fashion is without a doubt the fact that new clothing is seemingly never enough. I've lately found myself 'running out of things to wear' and while this is preposterous considering the sheer volume of things I technically have to 'potentially wear' (and, moreover, how much I shop), it's unfortunate nonetheless that hardly any of it appeals to me. I will propose that this is the very basis of my shopping addiction, which is one that I somehow doubt I will ever break.
At the same time, one must remind oneself that there is always dissatisfaction to be found in life if one is looking for it. For example, G and I recently watched a brilliant documentary called Rich Kids, and through exploring the incomprehensible wealth of young heirs and heiresses around the world, the filmmaker discovered that such individuals were by and large far less happy than their middle-class, 'ordinary' counterparts because, well, if you don't have to work to have everything then why work to have anything?
This isn't to say that I would say no to a billion dollars or stop shopping forever, because that would quite obviously be contrary to my very nature; it's merely to provide a new perspective on exactly what it is about shopping and obtaining that satisfies me, and if that's even of real value to my life?Enough with the heavy stuff. In other news, I have decided to couple my better judgement with everyone's advice and not tan...depending on exactly how pale I get (y'all haven't seen me in the winter yet) I may use my trusty Jergens Glow stuff at some point, but in the meantime it's kind of the opposite of a concern for me. What is a concern for me, however, is the fact that Toronto finally hit a minus temperature...with the 'wind chill', naturally. Ah, how I loathe hearing 'wind chill' again.

Wearing

Dress: H&M

Sweater: Erin Fetherston for Target

Jacket: Danier

Tights: Hue

Shoes and bag: thrifted