I was almost too afraid to come back, for fear of being forgotten. Let’s be honest though, only my friends and family – if that – were reading. I’m like the slacker in the relationship. We’ve all had one, a significant other that doesn’t pull their weight, no matter how many times you plea with them to take part. Although in this case, I’ve heard not one plea so it’s safe to assume that I’ve disappeared into the fog of forgotten websites that make up part of the interwebs.
My excuse? No excuse. I’ve been busy, yes, but one always finds time to do the things they love. And at first, this whole experience made me nervous. I had no idea what I’d want fashion marmalade to look like, what I’d like for it to become (I still have no idea), but slowly and surely I’ve realized now not to make so much of it. Just to have fun with it. Love it despite its complete failure. And cherish it because you tried. I guess the same could be said for all relationships, no?
So I don’t leave you, cherished reader, with nothing: check out a quick piece I wrote for Ottawa Fashion Week on race and body image in the fashion industry. I agree, it merely skims the surface of two extremely significant issues that still plague the industry today, but it does start the conversation. Join in.
On a completely unrelated topic and just so you would have something to look at, see photo below. I FINALLY found out John Hancock’s name. It was driving me grapefruits because I’ve seen him EVERYWHERE over the past couple of years. Dude’s got mad style. Excuse my complete disregard for the English language on that last sentence. I mean, tattoo sleeves?! Four-toned pants?! Not two, four! And all of his other smashingly sartorial outfit creations. I wish we were besties…in real life, because in my head, we are.
This post is really all over the place. Just goes to show you I need to get back at it.
Until next time, my friends.
Ah yes, the breezy, humid, fleeting days of summer have unofficially arrived here in Ottawa. Last week my wardrobe was inspired by the rising temperatures; which to me represents cotton, colour and contrast. Here a couple of my favourite work outfits from this week past. Summer also initiates my sitting by Dow’s Lake with the Man of My Dreams and observing the ducks. Old lady-like, I guess, but still quite amusing. Especially when providing your own talk-track to their actions.
cardigan - Gap / dress - Costa Blanca / - shoes - Payless
cardigan - Mango / shirt - Brooks Brothers / jeans - Gap / shoes - gift from my Mom / belt - Christian Dior
Duck of Dow's Lake
"Hey there...you come here often?"
Happy Summer Ottawa!
Write to you soon.
I know, I know, I’ve been MIA for a week. But now I’m back (insert warm applause here)! Not this past Saturday, but the Saturday before, I had the opportunity of attending not one, but two fashion shows on behalf of Ottawa Fashion Week where I work as a Social Media/Marketing Intern. You can read my coverage on both events here and here.
I wore a bright yellow Club Monaco sundress with a RW&Co. boyfriend blazer and birthday gift from the Man of My Dreams; Nine West rafia-wedge sandals. Do you remember in the post here where I gasped when I first laid eyes on that dress? Well the same thing occurred with these sandals; quickest shoe shopping excursion of my life. Only 10 minutes spent in Nine West…I’d say that’s a record, no? These shoes will definitely be in high rotation in my summer wardrobe this season.
Anyway, to say the least, I felt 150% under-dressed compared to my fashionable counterparts in attendance at both shows (as you can see from the photos). To see more photos taken by me and the talented Sabrina Kwan, fellow Social Media Intern, visit Ottawa Fashion Week’s Facebook page.
I guess because of the weather, I felt it mandatory to don my summer attire, however, by doing so I inadvertently under-dressed for the occasion. I should have followed my mother’s advice, from when I was a young lass, “When in doubt, always overdress”.
It’s actually her birthday today. Happy Birthday Mom! Love you!
Bye for now!