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

We got our backs to the wall...

G has come down with the stomach flu and as such taking good photographs was naturally lowest on the priority list yesterday evening, hence the worse-than-usual quality of the ones in today's post. We'll hopefully be back to form tomorrow, provided G is feeling better.
In lieu of this situation, I was pretty much left to my own devices last night which somehow resulted in me cleaning our apartment top to bottom into the wee hours of the morning (and consequently ruining the ruffled shirt as pictured in today's photos with Vim). Can anyone relate to this once-every-3-months obsessive-compulsive-cleaning tendency? I'm on a huge living space organization kick at the moment, which is fortunately assisting me in my goal of not spending all of my money on clothing all of the time; I am instead preoccupied with kitchen gadgets and baskets and shelves and so on and so forth.

Moreover, I've decided that the Closet Re-Organization '08 which I've been planning for a little while now is going to be fully documented and blogged about because really, isn't a beautiful place to put one's clothes almost as important as a beautiful way of putting such clothes together? Well, perhaps not, but I am also self-aware enough to recognize that I work well under pressure and that the added impetus of blogging will inspire me to do the job better and faster than I would otherwise.

Wearing

Blouse: a very Bride-of-Dracula 100% silk piece I found for 0.50 cents while thrifting a couple of months ago, now ruined by my own Vim-happy ways.

Vest: F21

Trousers: They're Club Monaco, and much more flattering than these photos give them credit for.

Shoes: vintage and SO wonderfully 90's...they'll definitely be worn more often in the coming months.

Still I've Got a Flashbulb Head

I admittedly have a soft spot for the dumb-blonde genre of chick flick...but seriously, seriously, seriously, I have never ever seen a film as horrendously awful and plotless as The House Bunny. If you have not seen it I highly suggest that you never waste two entire hours of your life doing so as G and I regrettably did last night. The only solace I take in having gone to see this film (if it can even be called that) is that is gave me the chance to stop by my local Urban Planet which, as you may be aware of by now, I am mildly obsessed with. I can always count on good old UP to not disappoint, and yesterday evening was no exception: I found at minimum 20 items that I require in my closet as soon as possible.But speaking of closets, I've recently become inspired to do something about the absolute unorganized mess of mine before anything else enters it. Because in all honesty, anything that enters it as it stands will only be thrown about and lost within a week and a half. The fact that nothing is easy to find and that all seasons and types are kind of mish-mashed and jumbled together is making it increasingly difficult to dress creatively. I'm a big fan of the whole 'sound and organized living space = sound and organized mind' notion, and I believe it's high time for me to take action, so an Ikea trip may be in order today.

On a separate note, I've concluded that there is not much which doesn't go with the insane boots I was wearing yesterday. Socks have become a necessity basically overnight, and these thankfully go quite nicely with them as well as with bare feet - and in case I've yet to mention it, multifunctional totally works for me. They're also extraordinarily comfortable...and I'm a walker, meaning I on average I walk close to 10 kilometers a day (that's what you get for being a 20-something without a driver's license, hoorah!) and these boots can take it, meaning that they were indeed a clever and justifiable purchase.

Wearing

Dress: random Yonge Street shop

Leggings: Aritzia

Cardigan: thrifted

Boots: Urban Original