Oh Brother, Where Art Thou?

The February magazines are rolling in and I'm tripping over myself with inspiration. Then I take a step outside and sadly put away the open-toe shoe and ankle sock combo. It's not that I'm hating on my cuffed blazer, dark denim and snappy, newly thrifted, patent leather sand booties, I just really wish was warm enough to wear a pretty skirt and show just an inch of leg. But I need to remind myself that this is a Canadian winter and it's time to get creative because it's not leaving anytime soon.

Blazer? Apricori, Winners

Stripey turtleneck? thrifted

Jeans? Paige Premium denim, Boutique Olivia

Shiny booties? thrifted

Chain necklace? F21

Purse? Beverly Feldman, Winners

I have to thank my brother 'K' for these photos (also for the toboggan and Rick Astley tape he left in my car when he and his wife borrowed it). I think it's pretty cool that he is so supportive of my blog, except when he hassles me over grammar and splling mistakes. To thank him for the support, I let him be a part of the most integral part of fashion blogging; the picture taking. One may argue that I was simply using 'K' because Matt was at work but I'd like to think he was thrilled to be included. Admittedly, things go a little smoother when Matt takes the pictures, we're an efficient team by now. 'K' kept waiting for the landscape to inspire him. But the cold doesn't wait for inspiration... There was a lot of tomfoolery happening, so it was not the most successful series of pictures taken... I was either falling, doing a stupid dance or I couldn't stop giggling... I took some pictures of him too, I need to work on my photography skills and he on his posing skills, but we could be unto something special.