Wearing grey on the weekend...

It's hard to believe that the weekend is over already, as I spent the majority of it holed up in the lovely comfort of the apartment under a blanket with Cup-A-Soup in hand. It's safe to say that I'm feeling 99% like myself again, so any sacrifices made in my 'exciting weekend activity' time were justifiably made towards the greater good of not feeling like death warmed over for the rest of the week.
Today's photo set was taken yesterday on my first excursion out of domestic comforts all weekend. If I wanted to get all pretentious and philosophical about things I would say that I'm wearing all grey to represent the middling state of my health at this point in time, as I am feeling neither black nor white and instead residing, emotionally and physically, in an ambivalent and undecided state. Alas, I am not pretentious or [generally] philosophical when it comes to clothes, so what I'm wearing basically comes down to the fact that layering is necessary in the cold/these clothes are comfortable for a walk about town/I like the colour grey - and there you have it, my outfit inspiration happily has essentially nothing to do with anything at all!

To expand upon the subject of clothing a little bit further, as it is, for all intensive purposes, the driving force behind this blog, I completed a couple of wicked cool DIY projects this weekend while bored and couch-ridden. One of them will definitely make its appearance on here tomorrow, so stay tuned for that...I'm generally not so good at DIY, but this one turned out particularly awesome if I do say so myself. I'm still unsure as to how I feel about the other one I completed (it involved a bunch of silver paint and way too much time on my hands), but I'm certain it will make its way onto me at some point or another, wherein you can either laugh at my kindergarten-level painting skills or be impressed by my ingenuity....I'm somewhere between the two at the moment.

Wearing

The grey sweater is from Zara.

The grey dress thing is from a random Yonge Street shop. And I really need to stop buying so much stuff in such shops.

The grey cotton tights are Hue, and I have been veritably living in them lately. So. Darn. Comfy.

The pleather studded boots are initially from UP, and were DIY-ed (successfully) to be studded as shown.

My red satchel is Adidas.

My long black wool toggle coat is an Aritzia purchase from last year. I hate that I have to wear this thing every day again, but what can you do.

No new tale to tell...black from head to toe with my new wedge platforms

It feels like eons since my last post, even though by all means it hasn't been that long. Nonetheless, I dislike the brief hiatus from internetting and promise to not let it happen again!
First and foremost, my seemingly-useless trip to H&M to check out the Commes de Garcons pieces last Friday afternoon (how I even thought it remotely possible for there to be anything left, I don't know) turned out to be extraordinarily fruitful for me. The insanely tall black patent wedge platforms that I'm wearing in these photos were just dying to be bought by yours truly, and I haven't really taken them off for any extended period of time since. Regardless of the fact that they're open-toed and not necessarily what one would call winter-appropriate footwear, I can definitely feel a new shoe obsession coming on...for one, they elevate my feet enough that any precipitation on the ground becomes completely irrelevant, which is nice.

The acquisition of the wedge platform awesomeness contributed to the wholly wonderful weekend had, which was busy, busy, busy and cold, cold, cold as all of you Torontonians out there are surely well aware of. One of the significant highlights of the weekend was seeing the first snowfall of the year on Saturday evening while at a party a.k.a. the only snowfall that is magical and gorgeous...after that they just become restrictive and depressing.

In the spirit of being honest and transparent, I will put it out there that today's photos are not entirely accurate, as they were actually taken on Sunday morning, hence my gigantic hair and even more gigantic sunglasses - remember how I mentioned we were at a party on Saturday night? Yeah, so this is one of my most comfortable go-to outfits, and since I haven't been feeling all that creative recently in the spectrum of dressing, it's basically what I've been wearing in some form or another for the past few days, add/minus blazer, hat, t-shirt, shoes, etc. I definitely blame my full-of-stuff-but-empty-of-inspiration-closet for this state of affairs, and am therefore in the process of DIY-ing as much as humanly possible for shake things up a little bit.

Wearing

The over-sized black wool sweater is from Roots, and it's actually G's.

The t-shirt underneath which you can't see is from the band Darker My Love.

The leggings are Aritzia...the usual.

The super wicked hot black patent platform wedge shoes are from H&M, and I implore them to make more in every colour under the sun.

P.S. I somehow ended up on HERE, the Web Fashion Awards, which is undoubtedly one of the cooler things that's ever happened to me as a blogger. Check it out...oh yeah, and vote for me if you so please :)

Honey Slides

Today's photos, taken of course by the spectacular G, kind of perfectly illustrate how my [seemingly] obligatory October Canadiana obsession is kicking in, which is as unsurprising of an event as always considering I go through it most every year when the leaves start to turn. In short, it consists of the urge wear a lot of destroyed denim and plaid, not comb my hair (which is generally hidden under one of my various fur trapper hats anyways), listen to nothing but Neil Young, and spend the majority of my spare time sitting in parks. Thankfully for me, this year it's actually kind of in style, so I don't look like a total sentimentalist loser when wandering about. Thank goodness for the fickleness of the fashion industry sometimes.

Yesterday I wore my favourite cowboy boots on the face of the planet, which made me insufferably happy. Why, you may ask? Well, for a couple of reasons and, since this is my tiny space on the internet, I see no reason as to why I shouldn't delve into them.
Firstly, they are unrivaled in their excellency at making that crunch noise when walking through a pile of leaves. And I know that I'm not the only one out there who loves that sound, as from what I've heard there's an entire facebook group devoted to similarly-minded folk.
Secondly and even more importantly, my wonderful suede boots are a hand-me-down from a friend's mom who was a pretty gosh darn rad redhead back in the day (and, come to think of it, still is), and basically became acquainted with Neil Young in what may or may not have been these boots. Oh yeah, and they're also in superb condition. Aren't well-kept sartorial items with a wicked history the most awesome thing ever? (I'm hearing a resounding "yes!" in my head right now to my obvious and rhetorical question)
The long weekend may be over, and I may currently be on a spending ban which is KILLING ME, but I'm devoted to making this week the best week possible. There's no better weather in the world than what we've got going on right now (Toronto actually looks pretty for once, which is a marvel in and of itself) and, in consideration of the fact that this generally only lasts for 2.5 milliseconds until unbearable winter grossness hits, why not revel in it as much as humanly possible?
Wearing

Sweater: Club Monaco

Tank: Chinatown, DIY-ed with studs...yeah, I totally had a little studding party on my balcony this weekend

Jeans: I don't know, the tags are worn off

Boots: handed down from someone unarguably way cooler than myself

Down By The River

As I sit here and type this post I am still feeling veritably stuffed from the Thanksgiving feast of last night, meaning any kind of breakfast is entirely out of the question and a black coffee is the only thing currently preventing me from falling back asleep onto the keyboard in front me. Alas, I am awake, though groggily so, and ready to post the photos G and I had a blast taking yesterday out in my family's neighbourhood.

It's funny that one does always seem to want what they don't have. Yesterday, which was of course supposed to be a day of thanks, I found myself wanting nothing more than to live in a wooded, foresty area with foliage and clean air and ducks and the like. G naturally pointed out to me that if I did in fact live there I would undoubtedly want gray streets and dumpsters and tall buildings, which I will concede to as probable truth. Nonetheless, at the very least it's a cool change of pace for a day here or there.
I don't want to get too tacky and Thanksgiving-y on here in consideration of the fact that this is, well, a fashion site, but I do quickly want to point out that I have a lot to be thankful for this year. I am strong believer in making one's own destiny, but at the same time sociological forces can't be entirely ruled out...after all, the very fact that I exist in the capacity and place in the world that I do is something that was determined long before I could make conscious decisions about such matters, and is consequently something which I thank the universe for on a daily basis.
That being said, the things that I control in my time on this planet I am thankful to no one but myself for. I trust in karma, and that the pursuit of self-betterment goes a long way in shaping and affecting the things that go on in and around my life.
Anyways, enough with the heavy stuff. I am thrilled with my little ankle boots, which I took a Bedazzler to this weekend and studded to my heart's content...I kind of want to add even more studs, but am still wishy-washy on the whole thing - what do you guys think?
I am equally thrilled with the amazing weather this weekend, and the fact that bare legs with skirts got one more final hoorah before the cold really sets in for good. Also, my jean jacket - has a more versatile and wonderful article of clothing ever existed? I don't know, and somehow doubt it. I love jean jackets and, in the spirit of Thanksgiving, am extrordinarily thankful to whoever invented them (I'm too lazy to look up the name of this person right now - remember the gross fullness I referred to at the beginning of this post?)

Hope all of my fellow Canadians out there are having the best long weekends of their lives, and that everyone else is having an equally awesome Monday!

Wearing
Jean jacket: vintage
Skirt: Urban Behaviour
Tank: Chinatown
Boots: Urban Planet, DIY-ed by yours truly
Bag: vintage Chanel...I really need to start getting more creative with my bag choices, but the problem with doing that is that I end up forgetting everything in other bags and my 'creativity' therefore wrecks general confusion upon my life.