I have a friend and former colleague who, every year when I arrived at work in a fall blazer or skirt for the first time that season, would exclaim,”Sue! You’ve turned your closet!” Continue Reading
The Nordstorm Anniversary Sale is coming up fast. I love this sale for the chance to snap up bargains on fall merchandise. The first year Nordstrom was in Ottawa, I struggled with the concept. How could I think about fall in the middle of summer when it’s difficult to imagine wearing sleeves, let alone a sweater coat? Now I’m fully on board. Continue Reading
Recently I heard a radio host, inquiring if a guest would retire soon, ask, “Do I see a hammock in your future?” That reminded me of Grace Coddington, who when stepping down as Creative Director at Vogue, said she was “definitely not retiring” because she didn’t want “to sit around.”
Really? Hammocks? Sitting around? That’s their vision of retirement?
I confess; I love clothes. I love to shop for clothes, and look at clothes, and pictures of clothes. I love to dream up different ways to wear the clothes I already own, or find ways to update a dress or a suit I’ve had in my closet for years. Sometimes I shop for one new piece, a tee shirt, a scarf, or something that will transform an old outfit I love, but which is starting to look dated, into one that is modern and current. But to do that I need inspiration.
It’s easy in this visual world of ours to find inspiration that costs nothing: on blogs, or Pinterest boards, or on websites which sell designer fashion.
Spring is just around the corner. Hopefully. I’ve been waxing nostalgic on my blog about childhood spring rituals. Skipping ropes and marbles and white rain boots. And of course, Mum’s opening the big cedar chest to unveil our spring clothes. Sigh… I always longed for winter to be over so we could swap our winter coats and mittens and heavy snow boots for rain boots and spring coats. Like the coat I wore when I was seven, dusty rose with chocolate brown frogging. At least I think that was mine. My memory might be playing tricks. Maybe it belonged to one of my older sisters, and I only coveted it.
Don’t all youngest sisters covet what their older sisters have?
I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of the phrase “it girl.” It’s been around long enough, ever since Clara Bow was the very first “it girl” in 1927. Time for some “it women,” I say. The women I would classify as “it ” have every bit as much style and pizzazz as any “it girl.” And they have what many “it girls” don’t: the confidence that comes with experience and an understanding of who they are and what the world’s all about. They have personal style, but their style does not define them.
They are, as one friend said recently, “bien dans sa peau.” Comfortable in their own skin and in the world.