Moroccan Me Crazy

Moroccan Me Crazy

Last year, I reluctantly became a homeowner, the dorm room-esque decor had to go. I is adult now. And with that, the inclination to forgo IKEA in favour of Eames arose. The latter, however, far exceeds the more familiar prices of Kijiji haggling and the Swedes’ build-thine-own furniture empire. For the uninitiated, Kijiji is, more or less, the Canadian version of Craigslist. Decorating my oh-so-very-humble abode was going to take a while.

Not unlike the pursuit to clothe oneself, one eventually finds that fast fashion collaborations or Joe Fresh more than suffice. We all can’t afford to swathe ourselves in Rodarte, Tom Ford or Givenchy. Or to fill our homes with Eames, Wegner or Saarenin And not unlike the pursuit to clothe oneself does styling your outfit differ greatly from styling your living room. Thank. God.

Take this Moroccan-inspired rug; took me a glacial minute to find and it is an investment piece. As one would invest in a little black jacket à la Chanel for your closet, an area rug for your living room requires the same attributes: quality, durability, timelessness. And as with any carefully put-together ensemble, a neutral base with accents is much desired. The juxtaposition of textures, contrasts and pops of colour anchored by the achromatic…wait, I’m talking about home decor, right? Anyway, the sofa and rug wax achromatic, a jutting contrast to dark oak floors, while my accent preferences as of late have included vintage travel posters, gold, an array of pinks, and just recently, green. Like the banana leaf button-up, who wouldn’t want a hint of the tropics for a throw pillow?

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I’m Sorry. I Can’t. Don’t Hate Me.

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Cardigan—Joe Fresh / Skirt—Zara / Booties—Aldo

I scribbled this post’s title on a Post-It and left it outside in the wee hours of the morning before disappearing to work as dawn approached. My note would be found in the gelid light of day, inducing the utmost rage; such fury would befall all of us. I had to do it, we were heading in opposite directions, existing separately in futures that didn’t include one another. Things changed immediately after Yuletide, the New Year on the horizon. The obsession with snow and cold became too much. Before long, thoughts of balmy temperatures, forever-green grass, and perpetually sunny skies filled my head—I wasn’t present and it wasn’t fair. Be that as it may, Winter is most often a wicked, cold-hearted bitch. For reals. And with that, I’m over it.

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Tell me, you’re over Winter too, right?

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How to Match Plaids & Stripes

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Sweater—Joe Fresh / Button Up—The Gap / Jeans—Old Navy

We’ve learned this winter that layering is important. Just because it’s important, doesn’t mean it has to be boring. The only rule—not that there are any—to mixing patterns is to keep one semi-neutral. In this instance, the navy and white stripes. The neutral balance will maintain order and fend off chaos; forcing those that cross your path to correctly acknowledge you as The Wearer and not the ‘wearee’ of your ensemble. Further, a balancing neutral would establish the difference between pattern clashing like a listless, albeit, homeless wanderer with zero outfit choices and you; the fearless pioneer who consciously clashed their patterns. Clash on my friend, clash on.

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