Monday, July 24, 2006

(d)Evolving Fashion

I know, we all lament about it at some point... why don't people get dresed up anymore? There's a great scene in Sex and the City season 4 (I think that it's episode 1 or 2) where Carrie and Big (seriously, all of that suspense, those six years, and his name is John? As GOB would say...c'mon!) are back to being friends and have a great conversation (scripted, of course, why am I never so witty?...oh wait, I am!) about bringing back the top hat and the watchfob. Now, I'm not advocating a return to period-specific dressing, but more of a return to a bit of mystery, a bit of effort. Premium denim means that people wear jeans absolutely everywhere these days, and that's okay, but please dress it up a bit, with some heels, or a nice top or blazer, or some great sneaks for guys... whatever, just please turn it up a notch. I'm tired of going to nice places, appropriately attired for the ambiance/situation, and being seated next to people in jeans, flip flops and undershirts. I end up looking overdressed (I know that this is Ottawa, peeps, I truly do understand that, but still!) and feel stupid for having made the effort since clearly it gets you nowhere with the hostess anyways...

But I digress... I sat down this morning to write about my own potential (d)evolving fashion sense. As I just said, I do make the effort when we go out, and when I go to work, shopping and other activities for which an outfit can be tailored, but I find that I get lazy in the summer. I'm going to the corner store in a tshirt dress, with my indoor Birks on my feet, and catch a glimpse of myself in the nearby window and kinda pause... when did I stop caring? And while I worry about this a bit in terms of my fashion sense, I am actually kinda pleased with myself. I've grown a bit, maybe, to the point where I can head out the door wearing crocs on my feet, running shorts, my soccer jersey, and my bike helmet, all topped off with my gant white paparzaai-fleeing sunglasses and not feel self-conscious about it (until I saw myself in the window at Hartman's that is...) I chalk it up to sports. Now that I have been running so much and biking and swimming and playing soccer, I end up always stuck between the athletic clothes I need to wear, and not caring cause I'm so tired when I'm done that a black tshirt dress seems like the perfect outfit for getting swedish berries in..

Bottom line, I've not given up, but I do feel that I've taken it down a notch. At least for the summer. Or until I iron some of my skirts and sundresses.

Friday, July 21, 2006

We're never happy with what we've got...

Here we are...Beautiful, sweltering Canadian summer. Wearing sundresses galore, getting great use of the many pairs of havaianas purchased in Brazil, just generally enjoying life and the many summery cocktails that it has to offer.

And what am I doing? Seriously, I am planning my fall wardrobe. Honestly, can't lie about it. I have made an excel spreadsheet detailing everything that I hope to keep and wear this fall/winter and what I am missing in order to complete this anal retentive dream come true.

I know that wardrobe planning is key to wardrobe success, but I just feel like I should be enjoying the here and now and not planning for something that the stores have not even released.

but, in case you're wondering, I've decided to shop from my closet this year and get by with the basics of what I already own, plus a few extras.

Fall wish list:
- black cashmere tneck
- chocolate brown boiled wool tneck
- chocolate boots
- leather hobo- Marc Jacobs

The rest, I am going to pull from my already overloaded wardrobe. And my husband and I can live with the happy illusion that I won't buy anythign more than what's on my list.

ahh...if only life were that grand.