I know it's Spring but...

...I want these boots!

I can actually see them working really well with all my light spring dresses to ground them a little and make them less prissy. I think my summer project will be to save up for these and buy them in the fall. See? I'm being a good fashionista, saving up for quality that will last instead of waiting a week and buying them on credit or buying a cheaper pair. Oh wait, that could still happen. But I will prevail!

And wouldn't they be lovely with this dress in a sort of girly/punk juxtaposition? God, I am such a child of the '90s...

Frye Veronica Slouch boots + Victoria's Secret dress

Obsession

My obsession as of right this moment:

The rings! My god, the rings!

Odd Style Inspiration

No one is more surprised than me that I'm totally digging Britney Spears' video for 'Circus'. I've never had any strong feelings about Britney, besides feeling sorry for her when she went apeshit and shaved her head. She seems to be back on track (and likely heavily medicated) now and trying to do the comeback thing.

The aesthetic of the video is of course circus-inspired but it's also just pretty. There's a lot of nudes and washed-out creams accented with black. The diamonds are lovely though the product-placement is hokey. I love the curly, 1920s loose bob she sports for about half of the video. I'm totally going to do that more often! Basically, I'm baffled but amused by this style inspiration.

Also, watching it on mute is hilarious. So many gratuitous hair-flips and weird hand motions!

So good

Also...

... I got these boots!

no no no no no!

I wake up this morning, ready to spring out of bed and face the world. I look out the window and gasp, choke. Snow! *Insert primal scream here* Gah! I knew all that sunshine was too good to be true. In rainy Vancouver, it was sunny for 8 days in a row. I revelled in it, I sang, I laughed. Well, maybe I laughed too heartily and the wrath of the snow gods has come down upon my head. Haha, man I am over winter. Look how dramatic it makes me!

But of course, this blog is not about the weather. The upside of this chilly development is that I can go back to my winter wardrobe of cozy sweaters and knits and play a little longer. Since my camera was left behind at my man's parents' house last weekend, there will be no outfit pictures until next week, but I do have an inspiration photo to illustrate how I hope to dress when I go about my merry way this snowy Thursday.

I love the roomy coat (from Isabel Marant) over simple skinnies and smart wedge boots. It's a very simple look but the proportions are great and she looks stylish but still warm. I'll try my very best not to whine about the snow anymore. Instead I'll adopt a similar attitude to this girl, "Ouais, it's cold. But I look fabulous. What of it?"

Yes.

Photo from luckymag.com

In which Serena ponders falling pianos, tackiness, and the unknowability of the infinite answer of being. Okay, the first two, not that last one.

I'm up to my old tricks again, this time procrastinating working on my resume. You see, I figure if I don't send any resumes out then I don't risk rejection. Simple as that! Oh dear. But really, it's a combination of fear of failure and plain laziness.

Today, all I wanted to do was wander the city and take pictures and maybe indulge in a little vintage shopping, floating from store to store and just enjoying the sunshine. It's been so beautiful lately. You know when life is so great that you fear a piano will fall on your head... you know, to kind of even things out? That's what the weather has been like. And I wanted to be out there, frolicking and wandering without a care in the world. But I have many cares these days...

Stop.

Enough about sadbad things! Fashion! Today I played with patterns, mixing a crazy bright floral with ladylike houndstooth to a pleasing effect, if I do say so myself. I topped it all off with my saffron yellow toque (not in the pictures). A mid-life crisis white dude driving an SUV with the windows down blaring the oh-so-gangster rap tunes turned all the way around in his seat to watch me as he drove by. I shudder to think that his taste and my taste somehow overlap, that he actually liked my outfit. Rather, I will ignore this aberration and contend that I looked good. This is a fashion dilemma I've never encountered before. Does it hurt my style cred that a conspicuously tacky fellow checked me out? This needs pondering.