If you look quick, you might think I finally let my twin sister out of the basement for a photo. On closer inspection, it's clear this is more a shoddy Picassa collage situation then a hidden relative. Though if I had a twin sister, she's probably be sweet as pie, with the voice of Susan Boyle and have all the athletic ability that has always alluded me. Clearly for self preservation, there would be a strong case for me to leave her in the basement.
Really it's just me X2 as I navigate a busy day and try to make an outfit work for different situations.
Dress? United Colours of Benetton (I spell colours Canada like), thrifted and shortened
Boots? Kenneth Cole, Winners
Scarf? ?, Winners
I spent most of Saturday helping out the ladies of The Last Hurrah in their booth at The Locke Street Festival so I was going for cute and comfort. It was the first time they (or I) had done something like this and I had no idea what to expect. When I shop I like to be left alone and I tried to return that courtesy when people dropped by. But I am actually a bit nervous about putting myself out there, so I kicked my own butt to go talk to peeps and hand out coupons on the street. There was a yoga booth beside The Last Hurrah and for most of the day, they had yogis (is that the word for people who are good at yoga?) practicing yoga on a mat in the middle of the street. If they are fine with their butts (though perfectly formed butts) in the air as families pass by, I figured I could hand out a few coupons.
And it ended up being pretty awesome and the booth was really busy. It makes me so. freaking. happy. to see people appreciate vintage clothes. I remember growing up in thrifted clothes and it was just a way for my parents to make the budget, and now thrifting and wearing vintage is something that makes getting dressed feel pretty unique.
Dress? as before
Shoes? French Connection, warehouse sale
Purse? Vintage, vintage store out of business
Bracelets? Crazy lady from The Ex
I had a more formal event for a few hours on Saturday afternoon so I snuck of the festival for a bit. Clearly, I had 5 minutes to change and take pictures but I knew it would be a rush to change and then change back for the festival, so I wanted to make sure I could technically change in the car without undoing my seat belt. Safety first...
A few little fancier accessories and I was ready. The lesson I learned in this outfit is that if you think you might need to slink out of a room for a few moments to collect yourself, then don't wear the highest heels and the shortest hem. Every day I get a little wiser. And I always share that wisdom with you...