69. On Fashion

Today was decidedly less medieval then yesterday. The grey bluster and cawing of crows was replaced with this:

Where’s my mist and foggy dreare?

Where’s my mist and foggy dreare?

All bright and golden.

All bright and golden.

I sigh. I enjoyed the mist and foggy drear. But I suppose one can enjoy sunshine as well. So I took a break from my vague English accent and medieval imaginings and decided on a foray into the world of high fashion.

I dressed the part as photographer.

Which includes black jeans, black boots and mascara

Which includes black jeans, black boots and mascara

I assembled the accessories department staff:

That's a hat.

That’s a hat.

And prepared for a photoshoot.

On location.

On location.

Ca va?

Ca va?

Bien.

Bien.

Et vous?

Et vous?

During the change of seasons I get a bit befuddled on what to wear. This is because I am from South Florida where the fashion choices of my youth were never determined by weather. I’ve lived the past ten-plus years through glorious springs, summers, falls and winters, but apparently still do not have enough experience to stylishly welcome a new season. In the spring, sometimes I wear flip flops with a heavy coat. When the weather turns cold in October, I reach for my husband’s sweat pants. And his sweat shirt. And I am quite cozy. Why don’t I just own my own sweatpants or sweatshirt, you ask? Why on earth would I buy something so hideously un-chic as sweat pants?! After a few weeks of being barefoot with sweaters or in snowboots with tank tops I eventually find my groove.

And that groove usually involves a jean shirt. And jeans. It’s a good, easy look for me, in which I am quite comfortable. Denim can be dressed up, dressed down, made warmer, cooler. It’s very versatile.

Though it can go awry.

Though it can go awry.

But back to the sweats and leggings. Right now I am wearing my husband’s sweat shirt. If it were made in an expensive billowy silk (and you called it “billowy”) and had GAUTIER blocked across the front of it (instead of “Wesleyan University”) it would be an ironic “statement piece” of my wardrobe. I have cotton leggings on printed with a denim–looking floral print. If they were a thin buttery leather and made by Chloe or Somfr Ench de Signer, I would be so styling right now, rather than en my pajamas. I appreciate fashion much in the same way I appreciate art. If you call it fashion, it’s fashion. And haven’t you seen Pret-a-Porter? I did, in French. Which pretty much makes me an expert in fashion. Or naked. Either way, non?

So here are my (and baby’s) fashion rules and DO’s and DON’T’s.

Pay attention. It may be a bit complicated.

Pay attention. It may be a bit complicated.

  • (Trying) Not to wear yoga pants during activities other than yoga. And really, yoga pants are sort of terrible for yoga. They are so thick and hot. I prefer thin, cotton leggings. I actually have a real problem with all athletic wear. Am I really SO active that I need special sweat-wicking fibers covering my entire body? And takkies…( takkies=sneakers/tennis shoes)…I am calling them takkies from now on because that sounds so much better. And then there can be at least one good thing about them. Unless I am running or walking very long distances or on my feet for hours and hours, why would I wear takkies? No matter how much neon or shiny things they have on them, they are ugly. Going to the grocery store is not a sport which requires takkies.
Not sneakers.

Not sneakers.

  • Not wearing costume jewelry. I don’t know why. I don’t have anything against it when other people wear it. I just would rather wear less of the real stuff. Even if this means wearing basically the same thing every day (gold hoop earrings).
  • Not owning my own socks. I have tights and pantyhose. But my husband has plain black socks. And I just wear those if I need some. A childhood in South Florida probably also has something to do with my aversion to socks.
  • One can never have too much leopard print.
  • One can never have too much black.
  • For the wee ones, the girl clothes can be so overkill with the pink. A lot of times I just buy her t-shirts from the boys section, slap a pink bow on and call it good:
Boy's shirt, girly girl

Boy’s shirt, girly girl

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  • Having messy hair. Sometimes a slick ponytail, a tight braid, a sock-bun is a total DO. But when it doubt, forgo the brush.
Hair

Hair

  • Fringe is always a do. On accessories. And coats don’t count as accessories.
  • Polka Dots.
  • Cajun Shrimp nailpolish by OPI: Pink, orange, red. Somehow Cajun Shrimp is each of these shades. This is the color I wear on my nails. I might do a sparkle (I invented white with ombre sparkles) or a neon (neon yellow only) on my toes. But no weird nail trends for my hands, thanks.
Though Dexie is totes on trend.

Though Dexie is totes on trend.

  • Finally, have fashionable muses. So when you are wearing your husband’s sweatpants you are still at least an appreciator of fashion. Mine are Rike and Tracy.

So we’ve established: jean shirts, jeans, Cajun shrimp nail polish, gold hoop earrings and avoid athletic wear at all costs.

The accessories may change a bit. And the cuts, the fabrics. But in a perfect world, I would wear essentially the same thing every day.

No one's ever accused Superman of lacking style.

No one’s ever accused Superman of lacking style.

19 thoughts on “69. On Fashion

  1. findingninee

    I hate socks. I love that you wear your hub’s when you need some. Oh and leopard print.
    Also? Your photos transport me. They are utterly gorgeous.

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  2. Katia

    So I’ve probably violated every single one of your fashion don’t but I’ve done that knowingly and begrudgingly. Does that count for anything?

    I’m originally from Israel where the climate is probably very similar to South Florida. Having lived in Canada for seven years now, I understand exactly what the immigrant welcome brochure meant when it stated “welcome to Canada, we have four seasons:…” and I was all “well, duh!”.

    Your photos are among some of the best ones I’ve seen lately. Beautiful blog. Thanks for the much needed “pretty fix”.

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    1. Spy Garden Post author

      Some rules are meant to be broken. And I believe I’ve broken all my rules (knowingly and begrudgingly also) ahah. Thanks so much for the comment/compliment and for visiting!

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  3. Jean

    Ooooh. I love this! I most strongly connected to your sense of fashion for your daughter. We are bombarded with pink and purple for our girls in this culture and for my girl in my home when any gift giving occasion comes up. I prefer to dress her in her brothers handmedowns 80% of the time. She’ll wear a headband occasionally to appease me- it pulls back her rats nest hairdo a little.

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  6. narf77

    I have graduated from pinching Steve’s track pants and hoodies to actively engaging in the most heinous of morphing and we both wear the same undies now…why not? Easy when you take the washing off the line, just divide the pile into 2 and slap one in each untidy section of the wardrobe. So far he has resisted returning the favour and wearing my bra’s but the day is coming Stevie-boy…those manly pecs can’t last forever! ;) Our fashion sense runs to the eclectic. We frequent thrift shops and buy hard wearing jeans, anything that is a bit crazy (we both love crazy…Steve is an Aquarius. I rest my case!) and we have 16 earrings between us, most of them gold hoops so obviously we qualify as fashionista’s. Cheers for filling me in as otherwise I would have thought we were both Hill-William slobs ;)

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    1. Spy Garden Post author

      HAHAHAHaha as I write this I am wearing hubbies sweatpants, the Spy’s sweatshirt (he is growing fast! though the sleeves are a bit short) and a leopard print tank top HAHAHa

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    1. Spy Garden Post author

      I am wearing yoga pants right now. And the Spy’s sweatshirt. And I just wore sneakers to the grocery store. So basically all of my rules were “in theory”…in practice, not so much ahhahahah

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