My energy has been so low these holidays.
I have a few. Those standards go-tos. You know, the ones you reach for without really thinking. Obviously, my Polish scarf is on that list. As is a gorgeous black one from Kish & Evie – you’ll be seeing that a lot this Winter.
But a new go-to is this tapestry scarf from HoneyBea. I found HoneyBea at the Port Dover Arts festival. She stopped me and asked about my dress, and we bonded over our mutual love of Spell & the Gypsy Collective. I fell in love with her stylings too. Very boho, but completely geared towards our cold Canadian climate. The cardigans are killer and I definitely want to add one to my wardrobe at some point. But at that moment in time, this tapestry scarf caught my eye.
It’s made from recycled fabrics, and stitched together with love and care. There’s nothing better than a beautiful piece that is locally made and recycled too.
The heavy structure of the fabrics makes it really warm, and the patterns all work well together to create a lovely neutral blend; so it can go with anything.
Fall, Winter, and Spring means that Andrew’s business is in full swing. Which is great for finances obviously, but it also means a lot of business trips and a lot more responsibility on me at home.
One thing that I enjoy however, is that I’ve somehow managed to keep Fridays free. Friday mornings and afternoon have somehow managed to become a day for me.
I’m going to consciously try and keep it going. I need one day a week to me – one 6 hour block that is mine. And Friday seems like a good one.
As much as I try, as much as I claim to be jaded and cynical, I often fail. As a friend once said to me, “You think you are, you hope you are, but you’re not.” That same friend now routinely calls me ‘innocent.’
I think I’m far from that. I think I’m very pragmatic. And I am. But at the same time there’s a part of me that believes in unicorns and magic…or in my case, spaceships and heroes. *Think Mal from Firefly riding in on his beat up cargo hauler and rescuing the girl. He’s jaded and cynical but highly idealistic.*
I guess there’s that part that hopes people have the best intentions, and hopes that people have love in their heart, and will speak their truth. To be fair, as much as that will get me hurt, I don’t want to stop believing and hoping that every person I meet will be as truthful and gentle with me as I try to be with them. I know that’s not the case, but I choose to believe and act until shown otherwise.
No mystery here. I’m an open book. I hope you come to me the same.
If so, we can get a coffee.
If not, well…..speak softly and carry a big stick.
I carry a sword.
Something about sitting around a campfire with moonlight and starlight streaking down. With a lovely whiskey and good friends, there is perfection. I did that.
I had friends – loved ones – around a fire. Relationships deepened. Laughs were had. I became a marshmallow hero. It was beautiful, in that imperfect, not profound kind of way.
All I did was sit around a campfire with some people, some could say. But my love for them deepened. And I could convey a million words in simply holding my good friends hand and watching the fire burn the past.
There’s this image that bloggers, mostly fashion and lifestyle, present.
Of course, it’s the perfectly lit and edited photos showcasing the oh-so-effortlessly-chic outfit that looks absolutely perfect. Yet the reality is this. This photo above taken at the end of the day. Hair is messy and sweaty from the thirty five minutes I literally just spent biking in high heat and humidity. The braid has become mussed from the day as well. And this outfit was more utilitarian than chic.
What you don’t see is the coffee spill from rushing. Or the ketchup that slipped out and onto pants. Or the wrinkles that happen when you’ve sat and just lived in clothes. You don’t see that. Because outfit photos are usually taken before all that, or it’s photoshopped out. And you definitely don’t see such stellar, model worthy shots like the graceful one below:
Who doesn’t love being a little cheeky? A little coy and innocent on the outside but a tempest of wit and salaciousness inside?
Enter the French brand, Lochers. Because who else does the cheeky innocent better than the French.
As an artist freelancing her way through life, I have many jobs. Three….well four: actor, photographer, blogger, and mother….more if you add partner and producer…oh dear Lord! But right now I’m talking about photographer. Sartorially.
As a photographer I get to wear whatever the heck I want. Within reason of course. No pasties and feathers…though to be fair I don’t usually wake up wanting to wear that anyway. As long as I’m not too provocative and can move around, I get pretty much free reign.
For example, this day I spent shooting a lovely client, and I got to head into work in casual shorts and a fun denim shirt. So I reiterate: I love my job.
Helps that I’m the boss too.
I look at minimalist outfits a lot…wistfully so. Wishing that my closet consisted of clean black, white, grays – it seems like such an effortless chic sartorial existence. But then you know what? I am immediately drawn to color pattern, embroidery, fringe, and what could be called a sartorially bold choice for the everyday. This vest. Most people would not grab it for their everyday. I did. This vintage piece is now an essential, a must-have if you will *some of you will get that reference, others, will need to click on the link*
And when it comes down to it, it’s the perfect expression of my style.
That, and neutral sandals.