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LHR reminded me of this little item when she posted this a while back.

The slip I bought at (the somewhat misnamed) Cheap Jack’s was a bit too big for me, so I put it in my “make do and mend” pile and then forgot it was there. I took the time to do a (very bad!) alteration intervention this weekend. I will have to re-do it, but it was good enough for me to wear out for dinner with M, my dad and my step-mum on Saturday.

I wore it with my favourite new boots (which my crappy photos make it hard for you to see) and my favourite purse.


Blazer: H&M
Vintage Slip (worn as a dress): Cheap Jack’s
Boots: Guess, via Winners
Granny Purse: gift from  my step-mum
Necklace: Joe Fresh

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Well, not exactly. In fact, my vintage Edwardian boots were clearly owned by a lady who did very little walking– perhaps she had a driver? They are the softest, most supple leather I have ever felt. They are in near-perfect condition and, as you can see from the soles, have barely been worn.

P LOVES the new laces! I had to pry the lace out of her teeth...

What I did not realize when I bought them is that these boots make a statement. I did not realize it because they came sans functioning laces. But now I know.
The statement is:
“I am a lady of leisure. I have an enormous amount of time to spend merely lacing up my boots.”
Seriously, it takes 20 minutes to get into these puppies. Which is probably good, as I might be tempted to wear them too often otherwise. They will last longer this way; given that I do not have Anna or even the odious O’Brien to help me, I will have to really have a chunk of time to spend lacing them up– there are no hooks, only grommets, all the way up to mid-calf. I solved my lace problem by buying fine silk cord– it’s more durable than ribbon and is the perfect fit with the teensy-tiny grommets. It is, however, a bit tricky to thread through said teensy-tiny grommets, slowing down the whole lacing-up process considerably.

Inspired by the lovely Bri (& her dreamy, perfect hair) over at Design Lovefest, I thought I would try a new ‘do today. She is all about the messy, blonde ‘do with a bit of Brigitte-inspired volume, so I thought I’d give it a whirl.

I like it! I like the way my dark roots work with the messy style.

Metallic Jacket: Zara
Denim Tunic: H&M
Leggings: Nicole Miller
Edwardian Boots: Gadabout Vintage
Necklace: Accessorize

Obligatory blurry shot...

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YYZ: Brr! It’s Cold In Here!

Last week, I went to my first millinery class at the fashion design faculty of a local college. I wore skinny jeans, a cute retro-inspired sweatshirt (yeah, I said “sweatshirt”) from José Fresco, as YVR calls it, a sparkly leather cuff and my hot pink ‘tween boots and ski jacket.

The fashion students were not dressed like that.
At all.
It was snowing. A lot.
But, despite the snow and slush and salt, there were cute, fashion-y, knee-high suede boots and there were high heels and there were ensembles. The kind of ensembles that clearly involved a LOT of time and effort in order to look effortlessly cool.  When I went to university, back when the earth was still cooling, people did NOT dress up. Ever. For anything. This was true even despite our proximity to Montreal and a large number of Montréalaises in our midst. Then again, I did not go to fashion school, so I suppose it is a horse of a different colour.

My girlfriends asked me what the kids in my class were wearing and I mentioned that they were all very stylish and that I looked, it turns out, very “Soccer Mom.” (Now, I am not a mom, but if I were, I’d be aiming more for classy MILF -is that an oxymoron?– than Soccer Mom, if you know what I mean…)
I knew I’d have to bring my A-game this week.

Bring. It. On.

The photos are even crappier than usual (did you even think that was possible??) because I took them in the space of about 30 seconds, but here is my back-to-school outfit:


Best shot of outfit, minus weird shadow in foot region...

Cardi & Skirt: Jacob
Vintage Fur Collar: handed down from my mum
Cami: Smart Set
Tights and Belt: H&M
Boots: Winners


Hard to see the fur collar--too bad, as it looked very cute! Super-grainy photo due to attempt to "enhance" lighting... Fail!

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Well, not 500, but quite a few.
Here is what we wore to keep toasty as we explored Edinburgh’s Castle and a bit of the Old Town yesterday.

(Yes, I realize that leggings are a privilege and not a right and I don’t care–
it is COLD here and I was warm in this outfit!)


On Calton Street.

In Fleshmarket Close. LHR loves the name of that one!

Note the difference: LHR looks like a fashion plate, I look like a midget puffball in my sturdy boots and ski jacket.
The good news? I was entirely snug and not at all chilly, despite the damp cold.

View over South Edinburgh from the Castle.


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NOT the boots I wore today...

Major tactical error, folks:
though I did practise wearing my new ankle booties around at home to break them in, I did not do so enough, it would seem.

These boots weren't made for walking.

Also, just walking around the house in them is not the same as actually walking around out in the world, so does not quite do the job. Also, I have not worn enclosed shoes since May 18th. Also, every fall I must suffer through a week of pain as my feet readjust to my standing on them all day when I return to work; as I have not done that, my feet are NOT in fighting form.  See where this is going?

This morning, after a sleepless-ish night (hello, jet lag!), I turned off the 7 a.m. alarm and rolled over to go back to sleep. LHR’s departure at 8:41 (!) awakened me. I had to be up and showered and out by 10, as I had a timed-entry ticket to see a Raphael exhibit at the V&A.  Time was tight– breakast, shower, put on face, email my mum (her birthday is today! Happy Birthday, Mum!), iron, get dressed, load up my Oyster card! Agh!

Decisions were made:
No shower.
Chance it with the Oyster and top it up later.
Wear something not needing to be ironed.
In the end, I made it, though my feet were hurting before I even got around the corner to the train station.
Here is what I am wearing today:

Sorry! Blurry.

Cardi & T-shirt: Joe Fresh (Wool/cashmere cardigan: $29!)
Jeans, Scarf & Earrings: H&M
Not-quite-broken-in-after-all Booties: Aldo

Rained-on Bed-head. Stylin'! Glasses to hide jet-lag-induced dark circles.

In the end, I didn’t have to rush– I got there in time (even after a pause at South Kensington Station to apply Band-Aids, in a fruitless, closing-the-barn-door-after-the-horse-is-gone manoeuvre….) and, as I am just one person, did not even have to wait for my 11:30 entry time and was let in immediately! Yay!  The exhibit was astonishing– GIANT “cartoons” (which comes from the Italian “cartones,” meaning “works on paper”) which served as patterns for tapestries commissioned by Pope Leo X and woven in Brussels. The tapestries were then displayed in the Sistine Chapel. Several are on loan (one from “Her Majesty, The Queen”!) to the V&A, thus the exhibit.  It was an astonishing exhibit– the “cartoons” were about 15×25 feet and the tapestries, woven with coloured and metallic threads, were even bigger.

Once I had collected myself after having been well and truly gobsmacked, I wandered into the Fashion Gallery of the museum. And had my mind blown. The photos are not good, as the light is very dim in order to protect the fragile antique textiles, but they bear sharing anyway, I think.  You can find more over here, if you like.

Christian LaCroix, 1996(?)

Madeleine Vionnet-- one of three on display. Swoon...

Oh, the DRAPING! The woman was a genius.

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Today was Trial Return To Work Day, in WSIB parlance.
It was also Exam Take-Up Day.
Double whammy.

Things were going well for the first 45 minutes to an hour.
After that, my foot started to send messages to my brain.
Those messages went something like this:

Here you can see how I tried to make Frank work with the dress code.

Messy office backdrop! One day we'll get drawer-fronts built...

Shrug: Smart Set
Dress & Cuff: H&M
Shoe: SoftMoc (Dear me, how the mighty are fallen…off their Sonia Rykiel wedges.)

Goofy shoes? Goofy pose.

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Hmm… what goes with a Giant Black Plastic Cast?
Nothing, you will not be surprised to learn.
Not a problem yet, as I have spent the last three days with my foot elevated and have not needed to wear anything fancier than sweatpants and a tank top.

Next week, however, I have to return to the land of Those Who Work For a Living
(well, okay, I have been working– the miracle of skype meant I could even be “in” two of my classes this week to help the girls with their projects!– but I haven’t had to get dressed for it).
One of the problems is that the Franken-booty is, surprisingly, sorta platform-ish. It’s a good 2-3 inches high. This means that, when I wear flats, I lurch in rather spectacular fashion and, thus, cause pain in my knee and hip.  I am a bit timid to try wearing a platform on my left foot, as I am still a bit gun-shy….

And so, I lie awake at night, gimpy foot up in the air, trying to figure out what the blinkin’ heck I am going to wear to work that
a) does not contravene the dress code, (though a colleague has suggested I sue, since the reason I fell, according to her, is because I was obeying the dress code!)
b) enables me to actually walk.

I figure if I could wear one of these lovelies, maybe I wouldn’t even care, as I’d be walking on air, metaphorically speaking.

A Mary Quant mini-dress! Go-go boots, Franken-booty: tomayto, tomahto!

Perhaps the drapey bow thingy would camouflage my good friend Frank, as I have come to call my boot.

With all those feathers, who cares about a Franken-booty?!

It’s Givenchy– I feel sure Audrey Hepburn would be able to rise above the hideousness of an air-cast, so perhaps I will channel Audrey!
(Given that we are sooooooooo similar……….. ahem.)

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