The vintage furs are finally coming out of hiding...

It feels like forever since we here at Modern-Guilt have done a 'normal' post. And while it's obviously only been since last Thursday, there is nonetheless a part of me which has missed our daily outfit photos in that interim period of time. That being said, I cannot express how thrilled G and I are at the overwhelmingly positive response to yesterday's mini-documentary post. We are considering doing more videos in the future, and will definitely keep everyone posted as to when another may rear its head onto the site.
Speaking of Modern-Guilt: The Video, today's photos are naturally the photos taken during such video's 'photo shoot' section, which is without a doubt my favourite bit. It's rare that I get to see G and I as we actually are, and as such it was a huge joy for me to bear witness to what is for all intensive purposes an outsider's perspective on us.
In other news, I will fully admit to the fact that I have somehow slipped into a state of complete and utter disregard for my spending ban…as a matter of [shameful] fact, I spent four hours in Holt Renfrew on Sunday afternoon purchasing everything from jeans to jewelry to a new jacket for G. I've no idea what came over me, but I did for a moment feel as though I had gotten the need to spend, spend, spend out of my system...
That is, until I happened to pass by a Coach on my walk home, noticing this beauty in the window. I can state with no hesitation that I have rarely, if ever, been a big fan of Coach bags, but if this one isn't my own personal version handbag perfection then I really don't know what is. While it's understandable that it may not be everyone's cup of tea, I can assert beyond any reasonable doubt that it my entire pot of tea and scones and everything else that makes tea worth having. Seriously, how amazing would this look with my winter furs?! Argh. I know, I know….I'll stop now.
Beyond the above little consumerist rant of mine, life is going swimmingly well (however, just in case there are any benevolently wealthy benefactor readers out there: please, please, please send the bag to me? Please?). Prior to my Holt Renfrew spendthrift binge on Sunday I did indeed attend a lovely Toronto Blogger's Brunch, of which I plan on giving a detailed recounting in tomorrow morning's post, as this one is already getting super long-winded, even for me…remember what I said about having missed 'regular' posting?
Once again, huge thanks to each and every one of you that left us a lovely comment on the video which we worked so hard on. Your support and love is appreciated more than either G or I are capable of expressing (which is saying a lot, particularly in my case).

Wearing
Coat, shirt, boots, bag: vintage
Jeans: Urban Planet

Sea Y

I'm finding myself continually trying to figure out where this little checkered jacket came from beyond the thrift store I found it at a couple of months ago. I likely possess a fantasy life which is far too rich for my own good, but I like to imagine that its previous owner was a really hip, long-haired 14 year old Nor-Cal skateboarder who wore it in 1992 and paired it with a T.S.O.L. t-shirt, baggy khaki shorts and checkered Vans when going to cooler parties than any of the ones I'll ever attend.
At least that's the vibe I get when I wear it, though I have obviously not paired it with any of the aforementioned things and, more significantly, am probably not as awesome at life as my imaginary little skateboarding dude. Then again, he did give his jacket away at some point and I did reclaim/re-appropriate it, so maybe I am. Anyways.
As much as clearly adore it, I find thrifting problematic in that, unlike 'regular' shopping in retail and mass-market stores, the items you want could be gone by the time you take cash out of an ATM to pay for them with. There is no extra stock, other location, etc. with vintage and thrifted items, which is both a blessing and a curse when you come to think of it.
While it's admittedly awesome to come across some crazy fabulous one of a kind dress that no one else is going to be seen in, at the same time this makes things particularly difficult when it comes to trying to save some money and therefore not shop for a little while....it's the "if I don't buy it now I will never have it!" mentality which, while legitimate, I find somewhat disconcerting in myself and hence my 'spending willpower' if you will.
As you may know by now (because I complain about it on here most every day), I have been on an extremely-difficult-but-necessary spending ban the past few weeks. That being said, my rant above is just a merely an exercise of me justifying to myself that I did go 'shopping' over the weekend at a new, really well-priced vintage shop called Second Necessity which has just opened up on Queen Street East (between Sherbourne & Parliament, for any Torontonians who are interested) and am claiming a gigantic haul of stuff tomorrow afternoon, which the owner was kind enough to hold for me until tomorrow's pay day. It's going to be like a little personal version of Christmas...
Wearing

Jacket: thrifted

Skirt: Levi's

Tank: F21

Shoes: Converse

Bag: vintage