What's in a Name?

Jeans? Gap Outlet (not the pair I usually rave about... these are even more comfortable!)
Long sleeve tee? Old Navy
Shoes? Frye, Winners
Purse? Thrifted
Silk Scarf? Thrifted
Bangle? Primark

When I wear pants this tight my mom always asks if I'm wearing jeggings. I think she does it as a gentle rebuke for going out in public in something so snug but also as a reminder that she is still hip with the kids. When she asked me this time, I tried to explain to her that no, these pants are not jeggings, rather they are the product of track pants tricking jeans into having a baby. I think I lost her there... She's never watched soap operas, so the whole 'tricking' someone into having your baby is unfamiliar territory (I'm OK with the analogy as I watched Days of Our Lives religiously during the summer before Gr. 9...).
However you define these pants, I really like them. I wore them all day working from home (when I actually do wear track pants...the shame...), then I lint rolled the cloud of cat hair off them, threw on some unique accessories and called it fabulous.
So, what did we learn today?
Jentine's mama does not like tight pants. But Jentine does...

Friends Who Draw

Some people have asked what happened to my blogging buddy/university sidekick Linda and her Struggles of a Creative Mind blog... Linda is doing well! Her and her blog just decided to call it quits; it was a mutual decision and both parties remain amicable. They split the assets with the blog keeping her time well wasted and Linda keeping her sanity. I totally understand Linda's reasons for quitting her blog but I do miss it. Last year we were constantly together as I was in her wedding party and there was a lot to do but this year, our big girl schedules and an annoying stretch of traffic congested highway have kept us separated for far too long. Her blog was an excellent way to keep up to date with her life and exchange witty remarks. Boo...
Linda is still doing Misketch however and she surprised me with an illustration from this post. Because that's what good friends do... they send pretty sketches in times of need. You don't do that? You should start...

Linda asked me to share 5 random, deep secrets about myself for this post. I don't think I have that many good secrets and if I did, it would probably take vodka, not illustrations to get them out of me. But I can do random... here goes...

#1. I can't set timers or alarms to 'regular' numbers. My alarm goes at 6:07 and I always set the oven at odd temps too... Perhaps why my baking is usually a fail?
#2. I don't really like cereal but lately I can't get enough of Vector. I had it every day for dinner when Matt was away on business.
#3. I will pet your dog or cat before I pay any attention to your baby... sorry, kinda terrible for that...
#4. I would like to be on The Bachelor. Mostly to see if I can say 'We had a connection...' to the camera with a straight face.
#5. I've been trying to grow my hair out for a year... and if I look at pictures from last year to now, it seems it is only a bit longer. Soooo slowwwww....

Now it's your turn... what makes you so random?

The Short-Long; A Mullet Skirt

Skirt? Handmade, thrifted
Tee? Target
Belt? Roots, thrifted
Sandals? Marc Fisher, Winners
Necklace? h&m
Sunglasses? F21

Tucking section of this skirt up into my waistband came out of function rather than fashion. I was trying to hurry to get some sewing done before a fitting and was sweating unsettling amounts, so I hauled my skirt up and out of the way. Wisely, it stayed out up later as I painted my toenails as well. At some point, I passed a mirror and stopped to make some kissy faces and repeat some positive affirmations only to discover that I quite liked the effect of the draping. And so, it stayed tucked in all day...
I wore it to Buskerfest and I was a little worried that people might mistaken me in my dramatic skirt as a performer or as a seller of incense. But the performers did foolish tricks on ladders and I stayed with my feet squarely on the ground....

And for the first time ever a very sweet reader recognized me. If I'm going to be a big deal, I am going to have to learn to handle that a bit better... My friends will verify that I turned a lovely shade of red. I haven't blushed that badly since I slapped the wrong brother on the butt. True story, my sister-in-law is the forgiving sort...

Back in Blue

Skirt? Kopa, thrifted
Shirt? Signature, Winners
Shoes? French Connection
Leather Bomber? Costa Blanca (I never shop there but $50!...)
Necklace? Antique store
Belt? Michael Kors, Winners

We're getting personal on this blog again... It's natural for some daily life details and general feelings to slip out but in general, I do want my blog to be a place to get dressed and talk smack. So simple, right? But it isn't always so simple.
Yes, last week sucked but if we're going to be honest (as one should always be, unless a friend asks 'is she prettier than me?') this whole spring has been really overwhelming and crazy for a plethora of reasons. I hate that I haven't had as much time to blog or even to enjoy blogging. It's made me start pondering the same question that has been bothering philosophers for centuries... why am I fashion blogging? It is so much work and energy and I'm not raking in pennies, products or perks... People I haven't seen in AGES can google me and find this... me in all my superficial glory. Why do I do this?
And then this morning I reached in the closet for my blue plaid shirt and the meaning of life came to me... ok, maybe not the meaning of life. But it did give me some clarity on why I love style blogging. If I wasn't wasting our mutual time (you by reading, me by posing and writing) with MyEdit, I would probably just be watching more reality tv to escape the pressures of life. AND I would be wearing this plaid shirt with jeans, sometimes skinny jeans, sometimes distressed jeans, sometimes with heels and sometimes with a nice pair of sandals but I would never have worn it like this, or this, or this, or this, or this, or this...