Hello, my friends! From being ultra-colourful yesterday, today it's about feeling good in my clothes and feeling good about my body.
- Cardigan - Joseph A, consignment; last worn here in November 2019 with long olive
- Leather peplum - H&M, consignment; last seen here in March 2019 with a wooly transfer
- Trousers - Pariscope, vintage 90s, thrifted; last worn here in a horrendous outfit in March 2019
- Shoes - Celestial Communication Andromeda, Fluevog; last seen here in March 2019 in a goldenrod smokeshow
I started my day reading this excellent article (here) by Sylvia of 40PlusStyle (who I met at the Vancouver Blogger Meet-Up in 2015), which made me feel a lot better. I know intellectually that I can only control myself and my own actions, but it's harder to know that emotionally.
From reading that, I very much enjoyed Pam's article (here) about dressing for dinner. What a great idea!
I went from that to play in my closet - I still have a few days left in my fall/winter wardrobe and there are still a few items that I haven't worn yet this season, like these whackadoo plaid trousers. The last time I tried them on, I had trouble zipping them up (it's an accursed side zip).
I have also been feeling not so great about myself/my body/my shape, because I've been defaulting to wearing my "around the house" clothes so frequently when I'm home during the day.
Part of that feeling is missing my daily walking commute to and from work, where my job is quire physical (it involves a lot of stairs between floors). I need to remedy that by going on my Mental Health Walks more often.
Part of it is also not wearing clothes that make me stand up straight and sit better. Real clothes.
I was shocked to find that my leather peplum was not as tight as it was before, and I could not only button the waistband of these non-stretchy vintage pants, but I could also zip them comfortably.
I'm wearing this outfit to blog in, and I plan to leave it on until L gets home.
Totally feeling this leather peplum, and this slouchy green cardi is a nice change from the hole-y cashmere that I usually wear at home.
I've done this cardigan and trouser combo before - they just go well together.
D'oh! I should have taken off my earrings and necklace to photograph them.
- Necklace - POLY, thrifted
- Earrings - gift from Lise
I did decide to change up my bling picture, since I wore a my accessories as armour. Usually, when I take my "stuff" and "bling" pictures, it's the end of the day, and I put them away immediately. As part of my day's goal to Wear Real Clothes All Day, I'm leaving them on.
- Studded cuff - Alexis Bittar, consignment, Vancouver
- Silver cuff - vintage, thrifted, Powell River
- Thumb ring - POLY, vintage fair
- Swear rings - Wendy Brandes
Vizzini woke up from his morning snooze came to see what I was doing.
|"You going somewhere, Woman? Where are your slippers?"|
- Silver mid-finger ring - vintage fair
- Steel/glass ring - POLY, Art Gallery of Hamilton gift shop
- Silver/aventurine ring - consignment
- Steel ring/jade ring - my daily rings, both thrifted
- Wire cuff - POLY, thrifted
- Silver/gold cuff - JPL, vintage fair
After seeing that I was occupied and not with him (how outrageous!), Vizzini went full "Monkey Cat" and bounded across the living room to his post, where he scratched with ferocious vigor.
|"I demand attention!"|
He got praise for his very good scratching of his post (and not the chair), and then he started begging for a brushing. I keep his brush in the drawer of our scotch bar, and he stares meaningfully at the drawer until I comply (I am the brusher).
|"Mmm...yes, brush time. I must shed this winter coat."|
He has been looking a bit scruffy, so he got a good long session. Over the years, I've gradually gotten him very used to being brushed all over, around his face, even on his tum (I'm very gentle and careful).
|"You are my favourite. Don't tell the Man."|
That's not true - he gets different things from each of us, and he's very much an "equal" cat for spending time with us. He's a handful.
And now, my friends, I'm going to go start a roast for dinner.
|"I live for roasts."|
I might even read for a while, or work on some art. Every day is a new day. See you tomorrow!