Imaginary Etsy

I seem to have gotten lost on the way to the rodeo when I showed up to the final exam of my night course wearing this. No one notices what I wear though, the teacher dresses like a used car salesman and steals all the attention with his glitzy gold jewelry and pointy loafers.

Boots? thrifted
Jeans? Gap
Tie-dye shirt? h&m (Matt's)
Denim shirt? thrifted
Plaid blazer? Gap, thrifted
Scarf? h&m, won from The Small Fabric of My Life (thanks again!)

A lot of pattern mixing and layering going on here but my shoes are the favourite part of my outfit. I also scored these at the Salvation Army 50% off sale in Winnipeg. So many details to love about these boots but they were labelled as a size 8.5 so I never thought that they would fit. Yet, I couldn't put the boots back and I bought them to resell. The Cinderella moment happened when I got back to Hamilton and was trying them on for fun...
Yes... so about buying stuff so I can sell it... apparently I have an imaginary Etsy store... If it's awesome and it doesn't fit me, I might still take it home because I can't just leave it. But then I get too overwhelmed to commit to selling clothing online...
Maybe it's the spring fever or the fact that Christen just got some stuff in her life figured out, but lately I can't stop thinking about where in the heck I am going with my life. It's not true that money is the root of all evil... thinking is. My brain hurts...
Most of the time, I assure you I am a fun friend, maybe even too fun... But during these times of over analyzing my life and its direction, I sympathize with my friends who bounce their happy babies on their knees and are forced to once again listen to my rantings about growing up. I think there is a two-year grace period after graduation when you are allowed to make rash decisions and be unsure... after that, it's time to get over yourself and make it work. In one month it will be 4 years (!) since I finished my degree in Fashion Design and I'm not sure I'm any closer to figuring it all out... If my life were a movie, the happy ending would be where I 'follow my heart and do what makes me happy'. Which is bullshit because there would definitely be a complicated sequel. Besides... what is happy? I love my job as a landscaper but am I challenging myself enough? Will I still love it in 10 years? Is there room to grow? Should I sell my soul and start my own landscaping company? Should I advance in a management direction and lose what I love best about my job (being outside) but gain new skills? Should I start an etsy store (because Etsy, Modcloth and a fashion blogger is the most natural threesome)? Will I love it (selling clothes online, not the threesome...)? Is selling vintage clothing online a natural business opportunity for me or is it already on the verge of being overplayed? And what am I doing with my degree?
That is the edited list of questions that I ask myself; there are many more... It's selfish to think that I'm the only girl in this world struggling to find out where she belongs. I know there are plenty of people dreaming of escape while they put in hours every week at their not-quite perfect job. I promise you, I won't rant and rave about this subject too often on my blog... it's a little too personal. Besides, this weekend promises to bring sunshine and unnaturally warm temperatures. Thankfully that will distract me from my inner battles as I will need to find the answer to the most pressing question of all; what should I wear when I debut my bare legs this year?

Better Than the Teenage Years

Cargos? thrifted
Sheer/jersey top? h&m
Blazer? Braemar, thrifted
Shoes? Derek Lam, Holt's Last Call
Belt? Michael Kors? Winners
Rings? Rose; gifted, braided band; found on street, cats; from my Mama

I'm so glad that cargo pants have grown up since highschool. Back then I wore my cargo pants with my over sized, fleece, Gap sweater. I hadn't really thought of juxtaposing something baggy with something form fitting, so I was just another shapelessly dressed teenager of the 90's. Actually, I didn't wear my cargo pants that much because as a tall kid, I hated that the pants were always a touch too short for me and when it was windy, they whipped around my legs and exposed all the glory of my size 10 feet in my skater shoes. Wow, I'm being really open and honest today... I just admitted to three relatively major fashion blunders; fleece, unintentional flood pants and platypus shaped skater shoes.... I think I need a comforting hug after that over share.
I was a happy kid to find these cargos at the 50% off sale at Salvation Army. They were just what I was hoping to find for spring; grown up khakis that will be fun to dress up and dress down. The only downfall of these khakis is that while they have some awesome features, they also have one major design flaw. The buttons up the back that naturally taper the pant leg, the serious hardware and purse sized pockets rock my socks but the snap button fly was not thought through. I take a breath, I snap a button open, I eat an m&m, I snap the button open again, I pet a cat (and when I do this, I have to make the rounds and pet the other two) and the button pops too. I know this winter was a little inactive and the pants may be a bit tight at the waist but snap button fly openings are a stupid idea, regardless of whether or not I have some extra winter insulation. So, the belt held up the pants 100%. And you thought I wore it because it looked nice...

Stay Fabulous Friday

Skirt? BCBG, thrifted
Tee? Joe Fresh
Cardi? Kieran, Winners

Purse? Elliot Lucca, Winners
Ankle boots? Aldo
Bracelets? Crazy lady at The Ex.
Necklace? F21

I forgot to get dressed this week... OK, I am sure that's not true, I must have made it out of the house appropriately covered, as I didn't get any 'Being Nekkid in Public Tickets' (anyone ever had one and knows the actual name for this offense?) but I don't remember really caring this week. That's weird, usually getting dressed takes precedence over anything else in this house... Yesterday I actually put some effort in. I would have been content to wear something non-descript but Erin decided that yesterday was Stay Fabulous or Get Slapped Friday and I wanted to respect her command. In retaliation for all those who got pinched on St. Patty's, she created this day. I didn't feel like getting slapped so I. got. dressed.
I was running late to meet some friends (as usual, except for to work, then I am very punctual) and I couldn't find anything to wear so I grabbed this BCBG skirt I thrifted. I was totally ready to dismiss this skirt a while back...how stupid would that have been? This whole outfit was as comfortable as wearing a track suit. And the skirt is really versatile, it holds whatever length you put it at. In a few short seconds I can go from ...

...getting a job to...

... getting a man.

I kid... Matt likes me for my brain, for the 3 (!) homemade and healthy dinners I made this week and for the fact that I say inappropriate things at the wrong time. He also loves taking my outfit pictures at midnight, downtown, with flash and with people driving by... Yeah, not the wisest choice... I only had 7 pictures to choose from. Oh well... how cool does the vegetation in the background look?

Who Won?

If your name is Kaye Star and you email me before March 30th, 2010, a pretty bucket bag is all yours....

Everyone else, thanks for entering...who knew that a discussion about favourite fruits and stolen produce (and opals!) could be so interesting and funny?