The shorts never made it out last the weekend after all, but I’m hopeful they will soon. In the meantime, I’ve come an acceptance that chicks really dig the boyfriend jeans, but guys less so. You can’t win ’em all.
I found myself on a dancefloor on Sunday evening, standing beside a giant. The top of my head barely made it to his nipple. Anyway, I gave him my iPhone and told him to take a shot of the dancefloor. This was one of the three (with a couple of tweaks by me). A shame, really, the other two were on the blurry side. How strange it must be to be forever looking over or at the top of others’ heads. (That’s his beer in my right hand, just in case anyone thinks I was being a total monster with the booze, going double-barrelled.)
No doubt about it. There’s a distinct whiff of Spring in the air, despite the fact that it’s August i.e. we’re not quite there yet (officially speaking).
I’ve got no plans to be anywhere today -well, not presently anyway- but I thought that if I did, I’d be in this ensemble which includes the top and heels I bought recently from J. Crew in New York (annoyingly, the heels don’t seem to be on the website any longer?). The pleather shorts are a few years old from ZARA; admittedly, they don’t get outings as much as they’d like (wink, wink, nudge, nudge!).
Another find from New York was Sephora‘s Outrageous Volume Mascara. My only regret is that I only bought one of these. When will I learn to bulk-buy? I guess there’s always the online option. So, too, NARS Toléde which is provides the ‘your lips but better’ effect. (Question: why are we still paying so much more for these products in Australia? The lippy is AUD39.00, but USD26.00. Even after you’ve accounted for FX, it’s still stupid.)
Speaking of which, I mentioned the headphones in a previous post recently. These, too, I purchased in the US because they’re about $100 more here in Australia. Aussie retailers, you’re not making it easy for me (nor I expect for anyone else) to keep shopping locally.
Chanel No. 19 Poudre, still rocking my fragrance world as any good classic should; a bit of gold by way of a chunky necklace; my white Witchery purse (also no longer on the site); and a squeeze of L’oréal Elvive Extraordinary Oil to tame the weekend wilds.
L-R: The Smiths, Jimi Hendrix, Rolling Stones. (I love the ‘Stones one the best.)
I think I’m regressing… Lately, I’ve been really getting into tees, t-shirts, whatever you like to call ’em, and specifically, music tees. I’m sure I went through this phase briefly when I was in my late-teens.
Previously, I wasn’t much of a jeans fan either; in fact, I went through most of my 20s without owning a single pair of jeans.But now, I can’t get enough of them, although, not the skinny jeans – besides being so last-three-years-ago, they’re too try-hard, I’ve decided. I wasn’t even deterred by a comment somebody made about my boyfriend jeans on the weekend – something along the lines of “interesting look for you”. (Hmph! I didn’t ask why, but maybe it had something to do with the fact that people are probably more used to seeing me in dresses and/or corporate attire.)
Would it be super-nerdy to get an ‘I HEART NY’ tee when I’m there in a couple of days…? I don’t know anyone who has been to New York and actually bought and worn one of those.
I should be working on the list of things to pack, necessities, work-related things, instead I’m procrastinating about t-shirts – argh!
These Sonja sunglasses by Tom Ford are a relatively new acquisition. They are in the large round retro style towards which I seem always to gravitate. And before you fret about what appear to be scratches on the lenses – don’t! The lenses simply needed a good wipe-down after a day out.
I generally tend to stay away from designer sunglasses, in fact, for the longest time, my go-to shades were a £10 pair from Topshop. Because I was prone to scratching, dropping, sitting on, and generally busting up my sunnies. But now that I’m a reformed party animal (who no longer wears her sunglasses at night), I think I can cope with something for more than a tenner.
By the way, I know it’s winter here in the Southern Hemisphere, but I’m going to wear these as much as I can on sunny days, of which yesterday was one.
It was good, yesterday. Hope yours was, too.
Listening: My God Is The Sun by Queens of the Stone Age
Last year, I was really into skinny jeans, but this year – a couple of months ago or so – I decided ENOUGH! I was tired of fighting my way into and out of the skinnies; remembering to put my socks on before the jeans (because have you ever tried rolling up skinny jeans to ensure your socks are completely and adequately over your ankles? It’s nigh on impossible!); seam indentations after I’d taken the jeans off. I could go on.
But I won’t.
Don’t get me wrong. I did (still do) like the skinny look (especially on model-ish body types with an alt rock style sensitivity). Because I’m not skinny, but somehow the skinny jeans did contribute a sort of a sense of being streamlined.
But I’m done now.
Boyfriend jeans are my denim of choice this year. So much more giving – and forgiving. I can actually wear these now and go out to dinner. And eat.
Plus rolling up my cuffs always makes me feel like I’m 15 years old again. Without the pimples and puppy fat and crippling insecurity.
Boyfriend jeans – for the WIN!
The pinks to banish the blahs. Because I’ve been a bit under the weather this weekend. So I went for a walk and ended up spending a few hundred dollars on items of clothing I don’t need, including two in pink, because what the hell, you can never have too many pinks (or scarves… or items in silk). Even if you only wear them a few times a year. I like the colour, and yet I don’t, not normally. It calls for a certain sort of mood. Usually, under-the-weatherness. Hmmm…
I grant you, not the best picture to post from an aesthetic or vanity (short legs, check!) viewpoint.
But here’s what I like about it: the effect of the sunlight on the carpet resulting in two different colours altogether. Combined with the lines of shadow, the effect is almost… cubist.
The other point being I wore the short onesie (playsuit) last night and it was a bad idea. There was a bite in the air, and I found myself shivering. The Hub thought I was play-acting, but hello, chattering teeth! Admittedly, I am a sun-lover so anything below 25C means discomfort. I think it’s goodbye to the onesie for this year.
Listening: After Glow by Foals