The ability to throw on a dress and hat and go out the door. That’s the beauty that is summer, and warm weather in general. I’m really going to miss this beautiful ability as the temperature drops. It’s going to be about smart layering to maximize warmth as opposed to the ease and freedom to run out the door on a whim.
Summer, we’ve parted too soon.
As the weather inevitably turns, biking becomes a bit of a challenge because though it’s warm when I leave, it’s chilly when I return home in the evening. But it’s that weird cold where it’s not fully cold, just chilly, and definitely not warn. These gauntlets from Jennifer Fukushima really have been great for biking. They keep my hands and wrists nice and cozy, which is a very hard part to keep warm as I tend to have cold extremities, without feeling overheated.
Bonus points because it’s made in Canada, sustainability preference when sourcing material, and mostly natural fibers! Jennifer is launching a whole new collection of clothing this Fall too – completely based around this social consciousness – showcasing her unique design aesthetic.
What do you think of when you hear ‘hot mess”? Is it someone in disarray but who has some semblance of charm or beauty? If so, I’d like to think that you’d think of me. Hopefully.
This odd, nerdy, and yes, often klutzy girl can be found trying to take a picture with her backpack falling off. Catching her hat, like it’s supposed to magically save the backpack. Opposite directions really!
C’est la vie. *sigh*
Most women I know get all excited as the weather cools a touch and there is the hint of Fall around the corner. I am not one of those women.
These women look eagerly onto the sweaters and the cute tights that they can soon start to wear with anticipation. I am not one of those women.
They see scarves and beanies, and squeal with delight. I am not one of those women.
The hint of Fall that excites many brings sorrow to me. Perhaps, it’s because I have the constitution of a *well, I can’t think of anything, but something very easily cold* And probably because Toronto sees it’s fair share *read: exhausting long months* of the cold and Winter. All that combines to create me: a woman who longs for every second of summer, who dreams of living in a warmer climate like California, and who wishes that Winter meant a sweater and leather jacket rather than the layers upon layers of thermal, wool, and parka.
That woman, this woman, is decidedly not happy to feel the chill in the air.
Simple life. Simple style. Simple schedule. True, that most of the time I fail to achieve that ‘simple’ in life. Most of the time, I’m such an overachiever that I feel miserable if I’m juggling less than three *metaphorical* balls at a time. Most of the time I can hardly wrap my head around what our week looks like, much less our month. But I feel that this idea of boho- not the over done, over accessorized, over priced boho – this idea of loose, easy and simple fits with me. Fits with what I would ideally like to achieve.
A romper, a hat, some booties…and away we go juggling.
What is it? Really? To me, mom style is the style of a woman who happens to be a mom. I know to some it means dowdy, or haphazard. But I disagree. How did we women get to be moms? By being hot, and attractive…because let’s think a moment about how one becomes pregnant. Think on that for a moment.
Now that you’ve thought about it.
I believe it’s a misnomer to think that once one has a child one has to suddenly forget that you have curves and sex appeal. Yes, there are the pressures of time and the constraints given to thinking about style. But jeans, a fun top, and great hat would solve any and all such occasional time constraints, would they not?
Those are my two cents for the day.
I look at my girl, “Honey, do you know that I love you?”
“Yup.”
“You do?”
“Yup. ‘Cause you take care of me when I sick. And you make me spaghetti! That my favorite dinner. You make it for me a lot!”
There you have it. That’s how you know someone loves you.
There’s this secret that everyone else is in on, and yet I’m left out of. It’s a secret that everyone just instinctively knows, it’s in the DNA, except that I seem to be missing that gene. It’s the “What the heck is the real purpose of Gazebos” gene.
Honestly, what is the purpose and the logic of having a tiny little gazebo shoved in around a beach, trees, and field? It’s only big enough for maybe three people and it seems to serve no function. I have yet to find a gazebo of who’s purpose and function I am capable of gleaming.
It’s a tiny little wood structure in the middle of nowhere with rather uncomfortable seating, so it’s plain that they don’t want you resting there. The views are usually obstructed by timber. It’s never in a convenient location. Plus, there’s a decided lack of hammocks. So really, what’s a gazebo for?
Other than being a fun background for a fashion blogger of course.
While away it was a pure joy to run down this country road. It was long and hilly with lots of great farms along the way, and I was able to just not think and run while listening to Tina Fey’s Bossypants. Whenever I turned off the main road and saw this tiny little shed, I knew my run was really starting. It marked the first third of my planned mileage and this is when I felt I could really open up. On the way back, the shed gave me hope that I was but a mere third from home and yes, I really could do this. So you see, either way it has some great feelings attached to it already.
I made a mental note to come back on a walk and take some outfit shots along my favorite country lane and tiny shed.
I’ll miss you.
For a period of time, my style was all about minimalism. Black and grey dominated my closet so much it was a bit of a joke among friends. Clearly those days are over. To be fair, they only lasted a handful of years, for prior to that I was all about bold and audacious clothing as well.
In high school I loved wearing things that were unexpected, but uniquely me. I also had a period of time where my style icon was Drew Barrymore from Mad Love. I even got a perm and cut my hair like her. *Nope. No pictures exist from that golden era. Thank Goodness!*
In the last several years I’ve gotten back to that bolder and more unexpected style of dressing. I think it’s because I don’t like being told what to do or how to dress. And I like a little bit of that shock value in clothing that is not quite what you would assume to see.
Maybe I just like rocking the boat a bit.
Maybe more than a bit.
