Monday, September 5, 2011
Dragging my Summer Heels . . .
Friday night, we were lucky enough to get last-minute tickets to see Ray Lamontagne. I'm not sure what was more impressive, his music or his fans' very obvious devotion. We were probably among the 20 oldest people in the crowd, but I didn't feel out of place wearing my new Nicole Bridger top (this Vancouver designer, who learned to sculpt fabric while doing an internship with Vivienne Westwood after her Ryerson fashion degree, does great stuff ethically with clothing that works for both young and older women's real lives), a 3-year old pair of skinny dark denim jeans (Wilfred/Aritzia) my MOTB Fluevog shoes.
Besides being comfortable to wear and easy to pack, this outfit transitions very easily with a change of shoes, the addition of a jacket or cardi. Below, the simple addition of my Bompard cashmere cardi and a pair of pewter ballet flats took me to a family brunch on Sunday. And it's possible I may have worn it to expedite some retail exploration Saturday afternoon.
I also fit in a long seawall run Saturday morning, some b-sitting (with Pater, bien sûr) on Saturday evening, and got shanghaied into doing the Grouse Grind (Mother Nature's stairmaster, a 2.9 km trail with an elevation gain of 853 metres -- yikes!) yesterday afternoon.
And now the weekend, and with it my Research Leave, my summer vacation, all almost over. . . . new adventures begin tomorrow. For now, a last few hours of weekend sunshine at home on the island, where Paul photographed these outfits for me. Looking at them in this setting, I'm struck by how compatible the palettes are of garments and landscape. . . .makes me think of Une Femme's recent post on "Style by Natural Selection."