Short and Sweet! -- post, and I had a few recent What I Wore posts in my file. The weather here has been beyond gloomy -- More wind, more rain, more grey skies -- and although we get brilliant hours of sunshine here and there that coax lovely blooms into delighting us with their colour and fragrance, those only serve to show us what we're missing. March, such a tease!
back here when I first got them, and you can see how different my hair is now, length-wise especially, but also note that the hair colour in the photos here is all my own, barring some highlights of a light caramel and a darker brown, meant to add depth and define the curl a bit -- better not get side-tracked by a discussion of greying but two favourite bloggers are looking at different poles -- before/after -- of that choice right now, Lisa and Sue). And with the jeans, my super-soft, super-cozy, part-yak (!) Aritzia sweater, and to add even more comfort, the Bompard cashmere scarf that I've been wearing almost exclusively since buying it this past fall in Paris -- CPW dropping rapidly by day.
As for that uniform in these photos -- the too-many shots are not so much intended to emphasise the repetition of the look, day after day, but were a result of me playing around with trying to get a decent selfie in a door-mounted mirror. I indulged myself with a bit of tongue-in-cheek play with the angle -- the whole thing feels weird, I gotta say, but the occasional What I Wore posts seem welcome here and they give me subject matter for a post that doesn't require emotional commitment. That seems like a good thing right now.
old Mackage moto jacket (careful, that six-year-old link will take you to one of the very few, probably the only, use of the f-bomb on this blog), and these 70s-styled wide-legged jeans, my closet-updating purchase of the winter. A pair of black flats that have logged enough sidewalk distance to have been re-heeled and resoled more than once. Tried and true, everything I'm wearing. Worn-in comfort -- I'm off now to figure out today's version of the formula suitable for collecting a Little Girl from preschool in the rain* and bringing her back to Nana's for a cookie-baking afternoon.
*Cute kid anecdote, a Nana-blogging hazard 'round here: Last week, while Little Girl and I were waiting for bus after preschool pick-up, she looked up at me, under my umbrella, and asked "Why is it raining, Nana?" I learned during my own kids' Why stage that sometimes a long scientific explanation is wasted and a useful technique that provides much fodder for thought and amusement is to flip the question back to the Young Inquirer. So I asked Little Girl why she thought it was raining. "Because it's February," she speculated.
And on the Wet Coast, that's as good an answer as any really. Although I had to point out that it was actually the first day of March. Didn't take her but a second to integrate that new information and revise her answer. "So it's raining because it's March?"
You got it, LG. Indeed, except for August here on the western edge of Canada, you could sub in almost any month and that answer could work. . . Out of the mouths of babes . . .