How to Ring in the New Year

Happy New Year!
It’s obvious. Everyone knows to welcome every New Year with sparkle: sequins and metallics and crystals, oh my! Based off my newly found, yet simultaneously inherent, disdain for the suburbs and home ownership, I’m po’ and thus window shopping will need to suffice. If I could have indulged in a nouveau ensemble for the upcoming festivities it would include sequined pants—obvi—topped with strapless peplum and a sassy shoe and evening clutch. Kinda like what I’ve whipped up above.
Here’s hoping your New Year’s Eve fun is filled with friends, laughter, and champagne. Cheers to 2014!

Belated Christmas Wishes & Simple New Year’s Resolutions

Here’s me wishing you the jolliest of Yuletides…before it’s all over. I’ve written before about resolutions and my failure to keep them—it’s time for an alternate approach. “Keep it simple, stupid” is THE (read: my) motto for 2014. Life gets complicated because we make it that way. Let’s slow down. Make time for the little things. The simple things. Cliché? Yes. Untrue? No. Besides, nothing says simple like a men’s plaid button-up, hoodie, and jeans, amirite?






Why The Suburbs Are The Worst

Levittown, New York is the birthplace of sprawling suburbia…apparently.

I have done the unthinkable.

Allow me to explain. 2013 has been…interesting and has seen me slightly removed from my comfort zone. Slightly. The result? The unthinkable. I have done what I swore to myself I wouldn’t—become a lemming in this sleepy government town. I bought a home. In the suburbs. The horror.

I had my reasons, like others do for doing the things that they do, for doing what I did. I love my humble abode, just not its surroundings. Row upon row upon row of houses, identical in nature and lacking in character. People watching, my favourite pass time while living in Ottawa’s beloved Centretown, has become the equivalent to a model landing a Vogue cover—nearly non-existent. The shops of Mom & Pop are—no longer a brisk walk—a loooooong car ride away. My daily inspiration, whatever that means, cannot be found in my surroundings but through my computer screen. For shame. Solidifying my further isolation since moving to the suburbs: my cell phone reception’s refusal to go beyond one bar, often searching for service and finding nothing. NOTHING. Leaving me to stand in varying corners of my condo, waiting patiently (read: bitterly) for that text to send. With my inability to connect wherever and with whomever while at home, my disdain for suburban life grows stronger with each dropped call, every unrefreshed social feed and inability to quickly send and receive SMSs from the iPhone-less.

Alas, how does one survive such atrocities?

Before I made my decision to buy and move, I did weigh the pros and cons. Ultimately financial reasons were the catalyst; the old argument of building equity blah, blah, blah…but I’m thinking rematch. I’m still not sold on the benefits of home ownership and the upfront and lingering hidden costs that go along with it…

I miss shoe shopping.

How I Feel About Blogging In 505 Words Or Less

This is me, hating blogging.I’m going to be frank—or Francine, whatever you’re comfortable with—I suck at blogging. Case and point? This post sat chained and rotting in my draft folder for over a year.

No evidence to the contrary. My last post was eons ago, in fashion years, and of very little substance. How do you people do it? And by you people, I mean fashion bloggers or bloggers in general. Not that any sane human being, other than members of my immediate family (who happen to be quite sane), reads this so-called blog. But the question remains, “How is it done?”. Consistently.  And well, I should add.

Blogging. I hate the word. It sounds so ugly and violent. Like “blogging” baby seals in the Arctic. That’s what it’s become, blogging, something I hate, something ugly and violent. Continue reading