Posts Tagged ‘jacket’

So, as you probably know, Pantone (they are the official, world-wide gods of colour trends) have declared the colour of the year to be Emerald Green. Congratulations, Emerald Green– you deserve the honour!
If you have been following this blog, then you may have guessed that I COULDN’T BE HAPPIER.
I love this colour. I wear it every chance I get. It is one of my favourites. EVER.

Which brings me to this blazer. I love love love love it.
I love the inside (black cats on the lining!) and I love the outside.
I love the fit, the fabric and the way it feels when I wear it.
I love that I can put it with pretty much anything (yes, I do think that bright green is a neutral– don’t you?)
and I do wear it with pretty much everything.

Last week, I had one of those days when you get up in the morning and have no idea what to wear. Sometimes, if we’re lucky, the best outfits are born that way.
I have to say, I am pretty smitten with this one. I want to wear it every day.
It’s comfy, it’s cute and it involves my green blazer!


Blazer & Trousers: H&M
One-Shouldered (you’ll have to trust me) Top : Jacob
Blue Suede Shoes: Globo

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It’s March Break! (cue sound of angels singing) Which means a LOT of errands. Which means comfy shoes.

idareyouThe first time I wore these shoes, no one said a word about them. Not one person. Not one word. It freaked me out a bit. I mean, they sort of make a statement, don’t you think? I thought the statement they were making was along the lines of, “Holy crap! COOL.” But then, when no one had anything to say about them, I began to wonder whether what they were really saying was, “The woman wearing these is a certifiable fashion victim.”
In the end, I decided I didn’t care because what matters is what  think and I still think they rock.

I wear them all the time.

It was love at first sight for me when I saw these shoes. After all, they are an unholy marriage of all that I love: patent leather, Oxford brogues, black & white, STUDS! And I was not deterred at all to learn that the person behind them (okay, maybe it’s just her money is behind them) is none other than Madonna.


That’s right, Gentle Reader, my shoes are by Madge.
The line is called “Truth or Dare.”


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Green Day

Hi! Remember me?


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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YYZ: Come Sail Away

M used to sail. He sailed these.
They are small, they are wet and sailing one is Hard Work, even for strapping young men in their 20s and 30s. In fact, once one gets into one’s 30s, sailing them becomes an increasingly daunting prospect. Needless to say, in one’s 40s, sailing one of these babies becomes a distant memory. But that’s okay, because what do sailors like to do even more than sail? They like to relive the glory days of sailing by telling tall tales of past prowess while quaffing quantities of strong drink. Many Some of the tales are even about quaffing strong drink.

And so, when sailors are too old busy to sail I14s anymore, they decide to throw a party, instead. At the yacht club. And, since by now most of them have a Mrs. Sailor on board, the party involves getting dressed up. Yay!

Here is the thing. I have two (well, okay, three) dresses. There is my Goal Dress and then there are two back-ups. I thought that was going to keep me stressed out enough, but it turns out that the dress code usually reserved for the launch over to the Island seems to hold fast for the entire event. I am a bit miffed– what is the point of a lovely cocktail dress if you have to cover it up with a sweater?  Yep, the dress code says I must wear “a sweater or a a jacket.”
Sailors, it would seem, don’t know much about fashion.  M says I will be fine, that what it really means is “please dress appropriately” and not “please wear a schlubby cardigan over your pretty frock.”  I knew I’d have to cover my shoulders on the launch ride, but planned to so with a filmy wrap. You will notice “filmy wrap” is not among the dress code-approved items I may must wear….

So now, in addition to the stress of wondering whether I will be able to zip up my favourite frock (vintage waist-size + fragile 50s fabric + my own, decidedly-UN-vintage waist-measurement = it’s a crap shoot, Gentle Reader!), I have to figure out what the frock I am going to wear OVER it that will not look totally frumpola.
Who made this rule?? Men. And they just don’t get it.

Okay, that is unfair, so I take it back.

Straight men just don’t get it.

Here are two of my options for Saturday’s event.

Goal Dress. Photo taken on Tuesday. No guarantee it will still fit by Saturday.

Vintage fur collar, worn as a stole. Too hot for June, I think. Also, it is neither a jacket nor a sweater.

Vintage opera coat. A bit hard to manage-- it's a lot of coat. Also, I think it is too hot for June, just like the dead critter in the previous pix.

In vintage photos, the collars of these coats are all like this, but I can't make mine stay up... There must be some vintage secret...

I also have a blue cardigan that would work with either dress, but it is too big to really look cute. If I go with the faux McQueen (thank you, Zara!) below, I will have to wear the blue cardi, though, as I have nothing else that will work with it.

No, I don't have a hunchback-- I am trying to show you the poufiness of the skirt. It has boning to make it stand out, all McQueen-ish.

In the end, it will all come down to how I feel about it on the day– maybe the cardi will be fine.

Dare I defy the laws of the land and wear a filmy wrap….?

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Today, since I was in the mall anyway, returning a pair of If-Only jeans (“If Only I were Heidi Klum, these would look great on me!”) and snagging a second pair of cargoes, I said to myself, “Self, why don’t you just mosey on by your ol’ standby and see if they have any athletic-y, “technical” wares?” So, I dropped by my favourite bargain emporium and tried on their limited selection of athletic jackets.  YVR had given me some excellent food for thought– about under-layers, wicking properties, weight of jackets, hoods, etc. and, armed with her advice, I headed off to see what I could see…

There was one that actually had a good, detachable hood, but it also had a bit of an identity crisis: it was made of sporty fabric, had sporty zips and “functions” (cell phone/MP3 player pockets, those elasticized drawstring thingies, etc.) but it was knee-length…. WTF? What is the purpose of such an item, exactly? Clearly no one is going on a zipline or clambering up a rock face in a knee-length athletic jacket? Not practical for running or for cycling…. Pleeeeeeeeeease don’t tell me it is supposed to be some sort of fashion statement?!
Dear god, I am getting the vapours just thinking about that latter possibility.
Gentle Reader, promise me you will never buy or, heaven forfend, wear such a thing. Like yoga pants and sweatpants, some clothing is just not meant to be seen outside the house or being worn for anything other than the purpose for which it was designed. (M will argue my cargo pants are in the same category.) Given that there can be no earthly purpose for which the 3/4 length athletic coat was actually designed, it should not get worn at all.

Right, where was I before I felt compelled to evangelize about the role of athletic clothing?
Oh, yes, there was one other jacket that might, given YVR’s wise input and my own requirements, do.
But it would involve some compromises…

Compromise #1: Colour
There was a grey one but it just looked blah (it had that faint, greeny-yellow undertone some greys have = bad for the blue Celtic complexion), so I ended up going with black after all. Who am I kidding? If I get too warm, I’ll just tie it around my waist, which is what I would probably do with a brightly coloured jacket anyway. Also, LHR expects me to dress all in black like a nonna-wannabe or a big ol’ crow, and I’d hate to disappoint her.

She came for the shoebox. She stayed (momentarily) for a cuddle.

Compromise #2: Quality?
I inspected it minutely (to the amusement of nearby Winners shoppers), and it seems to be sturdy enough to hold up to the kind of wear I will dish out. If I were YVR, this jacket would not be a good bet– it is probably not triathlon-ready. In addition to being sturdy enough for me, however, it has a few clever pockets that may come in handy and it has adjustable wrist-openings and a drawstring around the bottom in case it is cold and breezy.  It purports waterproofness, wind-resistance and is not made of plastic.  Also, and somewhat surprisingly, it feels a bit sturdier than some of the fiendishly expensive little numbers I checked out on Monday and is lighter than several of them.

Compromise #3: Hood
The hood is going to be for emergencies only: it is one of those flimsy ones that rolls up into the collar of the jacket, so if there is a major downpour, I am still gonna be wet, as it will not protect my face at all. Still, it has a drawstring and I like the now-you-see-it, now-you-don’t aspect.  I’ll bring my elderly baseball cap to provide shelter for my face if it rains.

I'm reflective! (And, of course, blurry...)

Compromise #4: Fit
This was the biggie– I have had to embrace the fact that sporty folk want their clothes to be a bit roomy. This makes sense– after all, how can you swing your ice-pick while scaling the frozen heights of Montmorency Falls if you have no room to move in your fancy outerwear? How can you run from the yeti or Bigfoot or a grizzly bear or a swarm of killer bees if your arms/waist/hips are feeling constricted in your cute little jacket? Thus, even the smallest sizes look boxy, as they are cut to allow for movement. Jeez, you athletes are so demanding and picky! 🙂

Here is the thing– I was feeling a bit iffy about all of the above compromises (even though #1 is not a huge big deal– black is still my favourite clothing colour!) and wondering whether I should just buy the weirdly-long, identity-crisis-stricken jacket and let the interweb weigh in on whether I should keep it or not…  Or maybe I should just hold off until I could get to Lululemon or Patagonia next week?

Then I looked at the price tag.
And tried not to either faint or crow in jubilation.


You can tell it's sporty because it's longer in back than in front!

Jacket: Fila, via Winners
Cargoes: H&M (I have been looking to replace my old ones– worn, literally, to RAGS– for several years now. M was hoping I’d never be successful… Sorry, Honey!)
World’s Ugliest (So They’d Better Be Comfy) Shoes: Vasque
(RUST??? I own RUST-coloured shoes??? Will the 70s give it up, already?!!)




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YYZ: River Deep, Mountain High

Gentle Reader, what follows is the text of a desperate plea for help I sent earlier today to YVR, triathlete(!), sporty girl, owner of clothing with the word “performance” in its description, my friend of 24 years.
(I realize that the first three descriptors in that list make the last one seem a bit out of place, but she is also Silly, Dance-y, and thinks Brunch is a sport, so we have quite a bit in common, really!)

I am searching (fruitlessly) for something similar to LHR's groovy jacket, which you see me sporting here.

It is your turn to be Expert Advice Giver, please. 🙂

I have spent several FRUSTRATING hours trying to buy a jacket that will be appropriate for the coastal walk/hike LHR and I are doing at the end of April. We are walking the Jurassic (Dorset) Coast of southern England, about 10-13 “moderate/strenuous” miles a day, with temperatures around 13 degrees C on average.  It may rain.

I got shoes (it took FOREVER, as I was terrified of making the dreaded Wrong Choice and ending up with Hamburger Feet– cross your fingers that the Very Ugly ones I finally chose are the right ones!),but the coat thing just bested me.
So, any advice?

I need a hood, I think– it’s England, and even though last April was the sunniest month of the year in that part of the country, I figure I can’t count on that.
I need the coat to be lightweight, but also waterproof  or maybe just water-resistant.
What is UP with this “breathable” polyester crap that I see in
MEC and elsewhere?
That shit FEELS like plastic and, as an-already-mighty-sweaty chick, I just don’t see a plastic coat and “moderate/strenuous” hiking as a good combo.
IS it “breathable”?
HOW breathable?– like, “you are gonna be sweaty for sure, but what do you care as you are an outdoorsy type and probably get off on being sweaty anyway?”  Or more along the lines of, “this is truly a miracle fabric, Grasshopper– have faith that it can be both plasticky AND breathable; this is the year 2011, after all”?
I just feel mighty leery of anything that is both rubberized and polyester and still claims to be “breathable.”
The people who work in MEC are no help at all (largely because they are more interested in socializing with their friends who have dropped by than in helping customers– seriously, can EVERY SINGLE staffer have a posse of fellow climbers/paddlers all drop in to chat about crampons AT THE SAME TIME on a Monday morning???).

The guy at Europe Bound was GREAT with shoes and socks, but clearly just found my disbelief about the allegedly miraculous properties of the jacket fabrics to be sad and pathetic– how could I doubt the label?
Didn’t I understand that the pores in the fabric are “microscopic”?
Um, okay, but when I put on one of these coats and bound around the store in it (heck, even if I just stand there, stock still), it seems a bit overly toasty and as though I am about to get all damp down my back and, god forbid, in my armpits……
Also, said coat should not be black– what if it IS sunny and I am roasting b/c I am wearing black?
Also, why do all the not-black colours have to be pea-green? Ew.

A colour I can only describe as "mud blue" is the other not-black colour available in most styles.


Are there any of these things that are not cut so as to maximize the boxy shape of my short-waisted torso?
Even the ones that purport to be cut for women make me look distinctly like I have pulled a cardboard box over my head.
And why do I need a drawstring ON MY HEAD???
AT THE TOP OF my hood???
Where it hits me on the back of the head and drives me mental… Why?
Is it so I can be tied to the winch when I am in distress and need to be saved by the SAR folks in their helicopter?
Finally, I found a few lovely ones– they all cost $695 CAD.

Um, NO.
I was thinking in the “well-under-$200” range would be about right.
Can you help me, O Mighty Goddess of All That Is Sporty?

I will keep you posted, Gentle Reader.
I have faith that YVR will come through with Expert Advice!
P.S. Sorry about the weird spacing of paragraphs in this post– WordPress is being VERY naughty!

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While aimlessly trawling the interweb to keep myself from gouging out my eyes while M watches Unforgiven (I have totally lost interest– I was right into the whole hookers-seek-revenge aspect of the plot, but once that British guy showed up, I just stopped caring…. Full disclosure: I may have missed a few key plot/character development aspects while tidying up the kitchen after dinner, so maybe the fault is mine and not the movie’s. Maybe.), I stumbled upon this genius blog entry on one of my must-reads (you can find a link in the Blogroll to the right).

Desperately Seeking Susan was one of my favourite movies when I was a teenager; I used to lie awake at night, dreaming of the NYC apartment I would someday have, and of the life I would have in the gritty, glamourous big city. (New York was gritty in the 80s– I remember it that way and innumerable films and –of course–this, will back me up.)  As many of you know, to this day I’d pack up and move to the Big Apple in a heartbeat if I had the chance (though the whole M-hates-Manhattan thing could prove to be something of a hiccup…).


This scene inspired in me equal parts revulsion and awe.

It is probably emblematic of a major case of arrested development that I still love the clothes in this film. I can only sort of see how kitschy they look in retrospect (which is more than I can say for the hipsters kids these days, who wear this stuff with only the faintest whiff of irony…) and even then I only concede the point because of those ridiculous gigantic hair bows Madonna so favoured at that point in her career.

The (wrong) Jacket

*It’s on the soundtrack. Also, I still think Cy Curnin is a hottie.

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