Now that we’re in the deep throes of Winter, I’m drawn to simple, monochromatic, and cozy. Layers, layers, layers – that’s the name of the game. Chunky knits and things that pile on to add warmth.
Basically, I’m turning myself into a big marshmallow puff ball, if possible.
This day I was on my way to assist at a shoot all day. So the mantra of the day was comfortable, movable *to lift and adjust gear etc* and no jewelry *you don’t want it getting caught on some lever*
Since I couldn’t use accessories to brighten my wardrobe, I went for what Andrew calls ‘loud’ pants. I love a good paisley. Much more so than a floral, and this grey and cream pant was perfect. They’re a bit big *they were on sale and the size left was a touch bigger than mine* so once I break them in it’ll need a good belt, but I kind of like the baggy boyfriend cord look once in a while.
No surprise, I would love to be in a Star Wars film, and put my sword skills to good use with a light saber. That dream is right up there with being in a Star trek show/movie, and fighting Jet Li in a scene – any scene. If I could achieve all three of those, I could die right there and then a happy woman.
In the meantime, I’ll snap up little things like this hooded blanket scarf that allow me to play subtle Jedi knight dress up in my daily life.
What’s that line? “If you build it, they will come.” If I wear it, Yoda will come?
That time where it gets so cold that I can barely stand leaving my house. That time where I literally run outside for two minutes to grab outfit photos because that’s all I can bare. Yup, it’s that time. Where I laugh and shake my head at my own stupidity for going outside at all.
Happy Winter!
I notice that in the last few posts there’s a distinct trend. It’s because when travelling *grandparents on both sides for Christmas* and when I feel a bit sleepy/grumpy *which I have been* I tend to go for the uniform that I mentioned on Monday.
Yup, that’s the explanation. Even with tights, it’s just really hard to get dressed in dresses when it’s cold. Plus somehow, pants are easier when you’re a grumpy-pants.
What do you go for as grumpy-pants clothes?
A few nights ago, my girl was crying in her sleep. I went into her room to investigate why:
“Shhhh, why are you crying,” I asked as I stroked her hair.
In her sleep she answered, “I don’t want to wear a hat!”
“You don’t want to wear a hat?”
“No”
“Well, you’re in bed, so you don’t have to wear a hat, okay?”
She nodded and nuzzled into her blankie.
This whole conversation in her sleep.
…that’s what the t-shirt says. And though as a freelancer there is no such thing as ‘weekend,’ if I were to have a *winter* weekend uniform this would be it: jeans, boots *though you can’t see them*, big cardi/kimono, slouchy top, and scarf.
With fringe. You just know that something would have to have fringe.
And a fun pattern/graphic – like this tee and sweater.
Okay, so I guess my uniform is pretty specific.
After seeing me with braids very often, my girl started asking for “Mommy Hair.” This is ‘mommy hair’ everyone. Two little french braids. She loves having them done.
But just a couple days ago, she requested a haircut. After warning her that I wouldn’t be able to do ‘Mommy hair’ on her after a haircut, I obliged. Now the two cute braids are gone, but in their place is the cutest little bob on the planet.
So I’m not too sad about it. Plus, she seems much happier without hair in her way.
The end of 2014. To be honest, I’m kind of glad it’s over today. The last year has been challenging *let’s use that word shall we* and though 2015 is not off to a great start, at least with the unknown there’s the possibility and the *dare I say* hope that things will change for the better.
One thing is nice, I’ve been working my way through the house slowly over the last few days, cleaning everything. I mean everything: washing walls, washing baseboards, moving all the furniture out of the way, emptying, cleaning, and sorting everything. And it feel so much better to walk through the areas of the house that have been done. They are as clean as when we moved into the house and it de-stresses me in a wonderful way.
New Year, clean start. Symbolic perhaps? Let’s hope.
