Sized Up

Blouse & pumps, Banana Republic. Cardigan, J.Crew. Skirt, Club Monaco. Scarf & brooch, thrift-ed.

Have you ever noticed how the best apparel from the '50s and '60s tends to be the same size? I mean, in every vintage store and every city. It's such a tease for someone like me, merely a size or two larger. Shimmying into the finest Betty Draper dresses would require some serious digestive problems and dehydration (and, if purposefully induced, the derangement required in the first place). For the past fours years, I have been looking for the perfect Mad Men costume to wear on Halloween. Aside from alterations (I'm cheap and untalented), have you any suggestions?
One last thing... Some grammar advice for my fellow amateur grammarians.
 

On Crack

Sweater, J.Crew. Pants, Zara. Scarf, Portobello Market. Handbag, Ann Taylor. Flats, Browns.

In the middle of July, I traipsed about Portobello Market and only bought one thing for myself: a Royal Stewart tartan scarf. Needless to say, I've been eagerly awaiting colder weather so I could wear it while traipsing all over Canada. And yes, I picked the boldest and most popular of tartans, but you guys know color is my crack.

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Elementary Mysteries

Shirt, J.Crew. Skirt, thrifted. Sunglasses, street vendor. Necklace, F21. Belt, Joe Fresh. Sandals, Geox.

In elementary school, my class did a play about the seasons - personified by fairies, aka the long-haired beauties in our class. I had a boyish haircut and a funny face so I played the chef, complete with a big pot to stir. Why was there a chef among fairies? Why was I congratulated for taking on such an "embarrassing part?" These are things that keep me up at night. 

Okanagan Photo Diary

I doubt one could ever tire of the Okanagan landscape (lakescape?). That's why I've been milking this trip and bombarding you with several such posts. You're welcome.  

Precipitation Goes Preppy

 

 

Good news: I've discovered the beauty of Polyvore! I know, every blogger and her mom has been using it for years, so cool it with the Mr. F quips. For my first "set," I completely ignored prices and focused solely on aesthetics, but I bet I can recreate this with pieces from my own closet. We are gonna have so much fun together, Polyvore.

The Search Engine Conundrum

Cardigan, J.Crew. Blouse, Raoul. Skirt, Brooks Brothers. Pumps, Banana Republic.

Like most bloggers, I get excited whenever I discover "a spike in my stats," unless, of course, the spike is the result of a perverted search. I regret to report that several such inquiries have directed sexual deviants here and would like to remind everyone that this a decent blog with harmless content. Furthermore, I am a fairly conservative dresser (irresistible to friends' moms), a grammar aficionado (kept up at night by the horrible misuse of homophones nowadays), and a lover of nature (look, a squirrel!). So the question remains: why me?