Don’t worry, I haven’t been to an asylum or lost the love of my life *Splendor in the Grass reference not withstanding*
So a girlfriend told me about this woman that does parodies of sports shirts. They parody the team logo and name. I, of course, bought the one for the Toronto Blue Jays.
Let’s be honest. Many of you who are online a lot have probably heard of Essena O’Neill and how she quit her instagram modelling account and came clean about the back deals with companies to promote brands.
Sometimes a simple day is what you need.
We’re constantly surrounded by them aren’t we? They’re a double edged sword.
“To observe people and find pleasure in their individual traits. To wish to afford scope for the interests and pleasures of those with whom you are brought into contact without desiring to acquire power over them or to secure their enthusiastic admiration.” *Bertrand Russell*
Boots and a dress – other than jeans and a cute top – are a no fail outfit. They go together perfectly. And just like anything else in my life, I don’t like things to be too sweet; so, the sweetness of a cute dress is toughened up a little by boots. Not cute little pumps or sweet Mary Janes. But boots.
Boots that look like they can take you places. That recall cowboy boots, or riding boots. Something that looks like they can take you on a multitude of adventures.
Because I may be wearing a pretty dress, but I can roll in a field, or climb a tree, or get into shenanigans at a moments notice.
Dress – ASOS // Cardigan – Smart Set // Jacket – Spotted Moth // Socks – Free People // Boots – I forget // Sunnies – Lace Affair // Necklace – gift from my Babcia
I don’t like it when I think too much about others expectations of me.
It’s a trap! *and I said that like in Star Wars, by the way*
But you know, sometimes I fall into it as well. I become a little too preoccupied with playing the game, or behaving how others expect me too. And then I get frustrated and grumpy.
It takes a while, but usually I figure out why this is. Then I have to right the train.
Now I’m not talking major things here. Just little things. But still, they add up.
It’s usually a matter of a few honest conversations – no biggie. Nothing earth shattering, or life changing, just a matter of, “Hey, this is where I’m at and this is what I think.”
Because to be fair. I’m a straight shooter. Mostly because I have neither the energy, nor the inclination, to be anything but.
Anything else feels inauthentic.
Dress – Spell Designs // Jacket – F21 // Necklace – gift from Poland // Boots – thrifted
Many of you don’t know that I was born and partly raised in Poland. I literally came to Canada on a boat. Yup. That’s right. I learned to speak English and adjusted to life in Canada. It’s just me, my Mom, and my sister here.
Right now I truly consider myself Canadian. As much as I love Poland, and of course all the family still there, if I had to choose an identification it would very much be Canadian. But that doesn’t mean I’m not Polish. I read books, and consume media, and there are habits and traditions very much alive amid all that Canadian-ness.
And I also can’t resist throwing a little Polish traditional garb into my style occasionally, like this scarf.
Denim shirt – Chi’qle // Tanks – H&M // Pants – Lululemon // Boots – Aldo // Scarf – from Poland
