I just finished reading week, but still have an unopened Vanity Fair and a Vogue with a heart-wrenchingly wonderful colour scheme going on on the cover to read. And a midterm at 9:30 tomorrow morning...
But on the bright side, I spent the week in New Brunswick, with my mother's family... My aunt and uncle own a second hand clothing store. And not just a little boutiquey little thing, but a full-fledged warehouse, that's about a third store front, and the rest is just bales and bales of unsorted clothes. My cousin and I spend two hours, after hours literally climbing around piles of clothes, looking for fur, cropped sweaters, long skirts, and old lady sweatshirts with silk screened wolves and owls and so on... Success. Success all around.
A fur cape.
A red cropped/slouchy sweater.
A navy/white midi skirt.
A long purple velvet dress (almost too late for fall's witchy business but wha'eva).
A seafoam/white striped cropped t shirt.
A purple old lady sweatshirt with a wolfpack not just on the front, but ALL THE WAY AROUND. Bret from Flight of the Conchords would be so proud.
Oh oodles of other things that I can't even remember... I don't actually know where I'm going to put it all.
Oh, and two pristine Kimchi and Blue purses. What the heck? Who gives that away?
Listen to Esperanza Spalding please. Bass, vocals... The sexiest black woman alive beat Justin Beiber for Best New Artist. There is hope, my friends.
B
But on the bright side, I spent the week in New Brunswick, with my mother's family... My aunt and uncle own a second hand clothing store. And not just a little boutiquey little thing, but a full-fledged warehouse, that's about a third store front, and the rest is just bales and bales of unsorted clothes. My cousin and I spend two hours, after hours literally climbing around piles of clothes, looking for fur, cropped sweaters, long skirts, and old lady sweatshirts with silk screened wolves and owls and so on... Success. Success all around.
A fur cape.
A red cropped/slouchy sweater.
A navy/white midi skirt.
A long purple velvet dress (almost too late for fall's witchy business but wha'eva).
A seafoam/white striped cropped t shirt.
A purple old lady sweatshirt with a wolfpack not just on the front, but ALL THE WAY AROUND. Bret from Flight of the Conchords would be so proud.
Oh oodles of other things that I can't even remember... I don't actually know where I'm going to put it all.
Oh, and two pristine Kimchi and Blue purses. What the heck? Who gives that away?
Okay ignore the terrible quality for a sec. My mom emailed these to me super small and she hasn't resent them yet... The cape is vintage Sears, green sweater is anonymously from my cousin's second hand store. the dress is from H&M, the purse is actually faux ostrich, and you can't see, but I'm wearing maroon socks that I took from my great uncle Rupert's house... he was a hermit, and no one had been in his house for like, 30 years. It was amazing. And the heels are from France, a couple years ago. Maybe better photos soon? This outfit happened, because I had taken everything 'dress up and go out'-y to my place in Toronto last week, to decide what to wear to the ballet... and then came straight from NB, and was going to a jazz concert... these were the only heels I'd left at my parents place. I love getting dressed so much, even more when there's a challenge.
Listen to Esperanza Spalding please. Bass, vocals... The sexiest black woman alive beat Justin Beiber for Best New Artist. There is hope, my friends.
B
