Thank you…denim shirt

"denim shirt"

It was the mid 2000s and suddenly a type of button-down shirt made tsunamis across the fashion world: chambray.

Chambray is the classic denim looking shirt that’s softer and was at the time oh-so-chic. Ever fashion blogger I was following back then fawned over this and that brand’s chambray shirts and when they got their hands on on (or many) there was alway a review, gloating about the suppleness of the material and how it literally goes with everything. Everyone who wanted to be anyone should have a chambray shirt. Oh and props for being old-school if you also had a denim shirt, but while it’s not as comfortable it’s still pretty cool. Older denim shirts that looked nearly threadbare through use were just as prized since they were similar to chambray in the looks department.


I’d bought my blue shirt from Banana Republic just before the flood gates opened on the fashion event for the next 5 years. When you see words popping up here and there, it’s easy to tell when a Trend is coming. My shirt was on sale and while it didn’t look half as nice as the coveted lighter blue J Crew chambray, it was at least a blue denim-ish looking shirt. I was in the ballpark.

For a while I felt some resentment because clearly my blue shirt didn’t have the Chambray title, nor was it the right Chambray color (usually a lighter blue), but I got over it and wore my shirt. I usually flip up the sleeve cuffs. Sometimes I would even iron it, but I got used to the wrinkled look and now own it like a badge of honor. See how that button flap curls on the right hand side in the above photo? That is the shirt’s character I came to embrace. It defies me even when I do iron it, so I let it be.


This shirt is probably in the 15 year age range at least and as I was photographing it, I was amazed at how the seams are still all together. Wrinkled, but still together. It’s faded over time, which I like. There’s still tags on the inside that look newer than the shirt itself because the tags are polyester, but they say 100% cotton and dark blue. The buttons have yet to become loose. Despite its faded, wrinkled state this shirt is built like a tank.


I don’t even know if this counts as a denim shirt. I’m not versed enough in fabric knowledge to know if what I’m looking at is the cross-hatch weave that apparently dictates a denim shirt versus the long weave stitch of a chambray. It’s just a blue cotton button-down shirt I’ve worn for 15 or so years and will wear for many more.

Reality checks of the fashion and financial kind

beige grey black

Land’s End cardigan – Vince top – Y’s pant – Nisolo shoes

The other day I looked at a fashion blog I’d not checked on in a long time. The blogger has a large following and everything about her site is perfectly curated for being the most picture-perfect eye candy site trendy women could ever want for. The color palette of the site is soothing, her clothes are soft and the tones and hues all match or blend together perfectly. She is beautiful with token long looking limbs and hair. Everything about her, her site,  and her instagram remind me of fabric colored by steeping tea bags in that calming, neutral sort of way. It’s a soft neutral that’s warm and soothing and the text in her entries has the sing-song, candy-coated advertising sugar-pill happiness that everyone loves to hear – even whens she puts her serious voice on and “gets real” with her readers.* And while feeling numbed by this fluffy cloud of perfect eye candy I started to take note of her clothes and got interested in certain pieces she was wearing, which she definitely linked to because sponsors. The photography was done in a way to show the best qualities of what she was wearing, which was that stylized “don’t really care, but I’m not letting people know how long this photo shoot took” way of casual slouchiness that can only be accomplished by spending at least half an hour fussing with the lighting, clothing, body angling and camera settings.

I found myself leaning in more to look at the details and then drink the kool-aid. The click-bait worked and there I was shopping for the same item of clothing she had. She made it look perfectly easy to get and wear and I didn’t have anything like that in my closet even though it’s clearly something that should be a staple, right? How much is the item? Almost $200? Pshaw! That’s practically free compared to x, y and z designers…. *saves item to pinterest/wishlist/etc*

The following day I got up and went to work and looked at the item again on my phone. Reality started to settle in and I shook my head, thinking: wait, I don’t even like that color! WTF? And I just spent x amount of money on other things recently so I really shouldn’t be spending money on this stuff. Plus, I have other clothes coming first so I should wait and see if those work out first. I also need to check on my refunds at these other places….

Later on in the day I woke up further and realized I don’t want to take that red pill. I’m not going to fall for that because it looks perfect. Too perfect. It also made me scrunch up my brow when this blogger mentioned her capsule wardrobe and minimalism…. DUH! Keywords! *smacks self in the forehead*

The nail in the coffin and the reason why I’ll most likely never look at that blog again: I don’t want to look that perfect or try to mimic that kind of look/perfection. I know she wouldn’t think it’s perfect and it’s harsh of me to call it that, but ultimately that’s the end result of all the stylization in everything from her person to her clothes to her home to her instagram to even the look on her face in the photos.

That’s her and that’s fine. It works for her and I’ll admit: it looks great. It’s beautiful, it’s safe, it’s easy to copy (if one wanted to) and even makes it capable for one to piggy-back off her success to a blog of similar value that could easily rise in the ranks with sponsors for free clothing and blog monetization. Her site is basically a template. She might consider that quite the insult, but let’s call spades here….

And then the real REAL reality check came when Z told me about the plumber coming because we have  leaking cast iron sewer pipes that are 65 years old. On top of that I got an email with an invoice from the estate attorney for my dad. Yeah….. no spending for quite some time….

*My inner goth was vomiting and screaming: how can so many of you sheep flock to that!) 

Old self

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Uniqlo flannel top – Grana jeans – Coach boots

For some reason I’ve been feeling very raw over the past 48 hours and so bear with this post full of navel gazing and pondering.

This is an “old me” outfit. It’s probably one I’d wear in some variation every day, seven days a week several years ago. Something made me think – ok, let’s do this Casual Friday thing the old school way. I felt like I needed to go back to where I was and simply accept that sometimes I do need that version of me. I’ve now been wondering a lot if I’m changing myself too much for the sake of the change and not because it’s been what’s best for me.

When I got to the office the admin complimented my outfit, especially the boots. She said they looked nicely faded. I took a paper towel and wiped away dust from the top of my boot: Nope, it’s just dust, it’s not really faded. I’ve not worn these boots in two years. I joked about keeping the dust on to keep the faded look and she cheerfully said I must keep the dust on! She also liked the whole ensemble in general. I then noticed my top was covered in cat hair and dust because it had been in the back of my closet. It also smelled a little musty and I probably should’ve washed it before wearing it. I think my perfume did a good job of keeping the musty smell away unless people got really close to me. Now reading all of that – it sounds kinda gross, doesn’t it? But one thing did stand out to me – I looked “normal”. Granted, what is normal is relative, but compared to what I normally wear, I basically looked like most other people in the office today or like I’d match well with typical women my age – minus the pram and two kids in tow. But again, I didn’t feel like I wasn’t being myself – it was just going back to a version of me I’d not visited in a while. That got me thinking – what is the real me nowadays?

Talia‘s brutally honest and raw post about wanting things she doesn’t need really struck a chord with me. Her honesty in that post felt like a breath of fresh air and also like a kir of liqueur that I’d sip and savor, comforted in the familiarity of knowing her words mirrored mine internally – the difference being she had the guts to write it. The desire to stand out and not wear the same things as everyone else, but also wanting all the things everyone wears is a real struggle. With so much marketing around us – especially Pinterest, which I think is one of the most clever and fucking demonic forms of modern marketing touted as a virtual mood board – it’s really hard not to be wanting something that someone else has whether it be a blog influencer or not. Raise of hands, who else has a wishlist on their Pinterest like I do?

That post also reinforced the fact that I really don’t need anything and need to stop this trigger-happy reaction of adding items to wishlists because all that does is itch the instant gratification cat in me. And then I purr when I decide to buy the item and then go sleep on some other item for six months until I feel like coming back to it. It really is a vicious cycle and I need to stop justifying getting stuff because I can.

Just in the same way that exercise does make me feel better, I need to get back to doing things that really matter and will help me emotionally and mentally.

There is a guy in my office who goes to concerts almost every other week. He’s around my age or older and a lot of the shows he goes to seem very nostalgic in nature: Def Leopard, Metallica, Dave Matthews Band, Jon Bon Jovi, etc…. As we stood at the microwave (because there’s always a line at lunch) I asked him what his next concert was because he seemed to go to a lot of them. He simply said: I prefer experiences to things.

That statement alone sent me into an emotional vortex of WTF have I been doing buying all these clothes when I could’ve been doing everything else instead! Even my work itself was reminding me of things I used to do – like photography. I’m in the process of figuring out if the money we spend on our marketing company is worth it or if I can handle doing it. We’d cut back money on that expense to the company, but of course I’d be compensated for doing the work instead. Today I brought in my camera, dusted off the dingy light box I found in one of the back shop cubicles and started taking product photos. I then went to different departments to take a few shots for B-Roll footage here and there. Many didn’t mind at all that I was taking photos of them working and some were really happy to help out. It reminded me of other photography work I’d done in the past and how even doing mundane shots of products still takes a certain amount of creative effort. When I looked at the photos on my computer I kinda pat myself on the back – I still got it. Not only that, it made me actually want to work on things for work. That is fucking scary! But back to the point, the creative outlet of doing something completely stopped me in my tracks and instead of browsing online all I want to do now is go outside and take photos of the autumn foliage while I still can. I was really big into taking outdoor photos, especially close ups of plants. 50-60mm fixed lenses are my jam and I pray to the almighty Bokeh. Also, for several years I took photos of my breakfasts and even published a book with photos and recipes on Blurb.

One last thing to add to this already totally meandering, bumbling entry – I love anime. Karandi‘s post about loving anime and the stigma that comes when people find out was another raw one that nailed it for me. I’m over 40, childfree, and I prefer to watch anime over anything else on tv/internet. I don’t have cable, but I do have Netflix, Crunchyroll, and HiDive streaming accounts. I’m lucky enough that most of my friends really DGAF what I watch, but they will definitely berate me for not attempting to watch other shows. If anything, now they’ve all got kids they come to me for recommendations on shows they’d like their kids to watch if available on whatever services they have. However, I was a bit nervous about letting people know at work. While some do think it’s weird and give me the side eye, most others just shrug it off or don’t care. I’m wondering if there’s a certain age where we simply DGAF because I know that’s mostly the case for me at this point in my life, but also seems to apply to many around me who are in similar age brackets or much older. There is a younger engineer who also watches anime and we chit chat about the shows we’re watching and give each other recs as well. He’s really big into JoJo and I’m amazed I’ve convinced him to watch Banana Fish all the way through since BL stuff is very much not his cup of tea. He did remind me to watch the rest of Castlevania on Netflix, which I’ll be doing this weekend.

Like Karandi, I too love the music and characters and over-the-top plots. Considering tv shows that are popular these days some of the anime I watch seems on par when it comes to oddness, but there’s definitely a difference due to the medium itself. Having that oddness animated and then taken to DefCon Levels of Exaggeration is most of the fun with these shows. Today I even admit to the admin that I loved anime music so much I usually listen to that more than anything else. I’m a total anime soundtrack junkie and even have specific playlists for exercising, chilling out, etc…. Kuroshitsuji is my go-to for plane trips for zoning out/falling asleep. When I’m gardening? Totally a mix of all seasons of Natsume Yuujinchou. Maybe I’m hoping I’ll find yokai in my yard.

I don’t write about anime much here anymore, but I still very much love it and still watch it.

I think I’ve rambled on enough now. I’m still on the fence with myself and my style, but maybe that’s because I’m over-thinking it and need stop thinking about that and DO things I love again. Thank you for reading thus far. Now have a good weekend.


Polyester loving non-minimalist

I’ve had a really bad couple of weeks. I’ve been physically ill to the point of being bed-ridden from sinusitis and then had an emotional and mental blow regarding and ongoing family matter. I am depressed and hate 99% of all human beings. I want nothing more than a mass genocide of all the stupid people on this planet, starting with the ones directly responsible for the state my family is in right now. Line them up at the firing range and make them apologize for their waste of space on this planet and use of human resources. My rage on this matter is white hot and I’ve been barely keeping it together.

I won’t go into details on the matter, but suffice to say the US justice system is broken and beyond repair. I have zero faith in anyone anymore. There is no power of the people when the people are mindless, worthless sheep. Those responsible for this mess are getting a lighter sentence than the innocent people deemed guilty – by bias – which isn’t allowed, but here we are. My family is still fighting, but this has crippled us to the point where my father said the only thing keeping him in this country are relatives. That means jack shit to anyone reading this, but to me – that’s fucking incredible and means he’s been emotionally and mentally destroyed by what’s happened. We all are.

I thought about deleting this blog because my depression has been so severe, but part of me knows I need some sort of outlet.


I wore the two new pairs of pants I got last week a lot. The first pair is from Won Hundred and is predominantly polyester. They are the cropped pants in the photos. I love them. They are comfortable and I wore them all weekend. They took the place of jeans for me. The material is soft and has a sheen so they look more charcoal grey than black. The weave is really nice and they don’t really feel like polyester pants at all. I am seriously glad I got them. The second pair are the Black Menace Pant by Rachel Comey and I’ve worn them twice. They are a viscose blend and feel more synthetic than the Won Hundred pant. They are long and shiny looking and seem like a much more stereotypical polyester pant than the cropped ones. They also wrinkle much more than expected, but I can live with that. I do like these pants as well (worn above/today). Both pairs fit really well into my wardrobe.

One thing I realized with the two latest pant additions was that I’m not afraid to buy synthetic materials if I know I’ll be using them a lot and already both pairs have seen repeated use. Both are wonderful warm weather pants to wear, which seems odd considering they are black and not cotton or linen. I prefer synthetics for warm weather because I feel they serve me better than cotton. A lot of people talk about how much better cotton “breathes”, well….. I think otherwise. In general, I’ve had much better experience with synthetics for breathability in clothing than cotton. Think about it – why are so many workout clothes made with tech wear, aka synthetics? Because it breathes and lets the air in while still providing a good barrier to the elements. I know that plenty of people will disagree with me and of course give the argument that cotton is better because of x, y, and z reasons, but I honestly don’t give two shits.

I know that synthetics work for me and I use them – regularly. Here’s a fun fact: I don’t own any cotton underwear. Ok, so that’s not entirely true – my underwear is maybe 3-5% cotton at most, but it is predominantly nylon with a little spanx. I tend to overheat a lot at night when I get warmed up and anything cotton on me ends up being a sweaty mess. That’s true for during the day too like if it’s really hot outside or if I’m super stressed about something and get the stress sweats. I stay dry much better in nylon than any other material.

Now that I have a ridiculous amount of pants, I feel like I can focus on tops because I’m realizing how much I’m lacking in that area. Shoes will probably be next, but I’ll get to that in a bit… I am now laughing at myself from how I was 3 years ago and KonMari’d my belongings. True, I got rid of things I didn’t like, but now I’m buying a lot more I love. I’m honing in more on what I want and yes, I want a lot of things. I’m nowhere near the minimalist I thought I would be and I’m ok with that. I like clothes. I like having more options than I need and I won’t feel bad about it.

The one time I wore jeans this weekend was to sit in the dirt in the yard and pull weeds. I thought about how jeans were made to be work pants originally and that’s what they were doing for me then – being clothes I wear when toiling and getting dirty. Now that I have a much better collection of pants to choose from, I can delegate jeans to the areas where they really prove their worth – yard work.

Big, baggy aesthetic


2 posts, 1 day. Haven’t done that in a while.

This is today’s snow day outfit. It’s a Nike sweatpants outfit I bought for running outside a few years ago. More often than not, I wear either or both of these pieces for warmth in the winter.

I found a new outfit/clothing tumblr to fawn over in the same vein of Death by Elocution, but with a baggier look – fftdimg. For as much as I love the looks in DbE, I can’t help but think: I couldn’t pull that off because bare ankles mean cold ankles. A lot of the looks on DbE have the model in an oversized sweater, wool coat, slightly cropped trousers and some sort of spotless looking shoe. The looks are polished and while they look like real looks people would wear, I still think there’s that not-quite-within-grasp-without-looking-like-you’re-trying-too-hard / pretentiousness to them. I think a lot of that has to do with practicality and seeing such top-heavy looking outfits with bare ankles that would be cold instantly brings home the lack of realism in the outfits. The look is gorgeous, no doubt, and something to aspire to, which seems to be the point. I think it’s obvious the photographer knows these looks are more idealized than practical, but having that eye candy is inspiring. fftdimg is similar, but I noticed how the proportions are bigger, baggier, and pant lengths are definitely longer. Looking through fftdimg had me thinking: I can definitely wear that. No bare, cold ankles, but more of a polished throwback to the longer leg lengths of the 90s and early 2000s – without the grunge.



For as much as I love the cropped pant look, I can’t get past the cold ankles and this winter has driven home the importance of having ALL Limbs Covered All The Time. Maybe next winter will be different and I’ll be all over cropped pants. If I’m perfectly honest though, I think I’m more of a full-long length pant kind of person.

One more week

For the end of the week and into week (and even now) I’m in jeans.

I have one more full week wearing the boot. Then I can start tapering off and to be honest, I’m fucking terrified. I really want my ankle to be ok this time and I know I can’t rush the tapering period. It’s slightly stressing me out. I know what I’m supposed to do and what exercises I should do, but I’m still scared because I don’t want to mess up anything. This past week I took notice of how differently I do things now because I’ve been wearing this damn boot for so long. Some of these habits I know will not help me from a physical therapy aspect. I’ll have to really be conscious of what I’m doing, which will be difficult while at work.When being focused on other things, habits can pop up that I may not entirely be conscious of until after the fact.

Looking at the above photos made me think of how comfortable I looked and felt in those clothes. Jeans aren’t the most comfortable bottoms to wear, but they are reliable and end up as a go-to for me. So my question to myself is: am I trying too hard to wear other clothes? Some clothes I wear and while I do love them for their style and look, I somehow getting the feeling like they own me and not the other way around. So am I kidding myself in thinking I could dress that differently like I want to? I’m not sure yet.

In jaw-dropping, I-did-what-now news: I bought a while button down shirt from Everlane. White. Shirt. Who am I? It’s on the way and I always know I can return it if I don’t like it, but still…. I’m taken aback at myself. I know that news is absolutely a “ppffftt, please…” decision for many but if anyone has read this blog long enough they’ll know – I don’t do white. I also know there are a bajillion blog posts about the Quintessential White Shirt or Perfect White Shirt or Classic White Shirt and these posts go for both tees and button downs, but I am just not that person. ok, I’ll make an exception for button downs, but tees are still a nope right now. However, thinking again that maybe I’m pushing my own envelope with style too hard lately or trying to get out of the uniform phase for no other reason than… to say I can… I still want to test myself a little. So what if my uniform is jeans and button downs? I technically still have a lot of choices within that uniform range. I’m not giving up though on wearing other pants and still intend on buying the PdC ones… eventually.

I also think I’m feeling run-down by wearing the boot and this long ass winter so I’m getting grouchy for wanting to wear outfits I know will look good currently in my wardrobe, but simply don’t come across with my having to wear the boot and restriction to one shoe.

On a side note to this already stream-of-conscious rambling post (because I have no idea if it’s making sense and doubt I’ll edit it much), Elaine’s post Why a Shopping Ban is not the Solution really struck a chord with me. I get it and totally agree. The one time I was on any sort of “ban” was for a 4 year period when I was unemployed. By the end of it, when I had a stable job again and able to afford shopping for work clothes it finally hit me: I’ve not bought anything – not even socks nor underwear – for 4 years. It wasn’t a self-inflicted ban, but rather one out of necessity. So I guess that doesn’t entirely count because the idea of bans is to make yourself more conscious of what you’re doing, right? I honestly wasn’t even conscious of it, plus I was still spending money on other things because I felt shopping for clothes was too extravagant for me at the time. I know myself and feel if I deliberately put myself on a ban, it would be trying to hold back a tsunami with a few sand bags. Even if I did make it through a period of time, I know it wouldn’t change anything once it’s over because that’s not how I operate. I am conscious of what I spend money on and tend to postpone buying things all in one go so I’m not freaked out by my credit card statements. Instead, I just plan them out gradually, but even that is a very loose interpretation. Sometimes I change my mind by postponing and sometimes I just jump on it because I have an addictive personality and when I get fixated on certain things nothing will stop the OCD train.

One final totally random note: Z and I watched the latest Star Wars again last night and now I’m obsessed with wanting wear everything linen. The movie was fine, but I since I’ve seen it before I found myself paying more attention to the costuming. All the rebels were wearing muted, earth toned colors and nearly all of it was linen. It was obvious from the weaving and texture during close-up shots. There was some tencel or rayon (General Holdo’s outfit being the most obvious), but most of the rest looked to be cotton or linen. The pilot uniforms of course had plastics of some sort. The other costumes I loved were the red Praetorian Guards whole hung around in Snoke’s chamber. Lots of plastic going on there, but I loved the look of those outfits. I definitely have a duality when it comes to clothing and love the casual, relaxed natural look just as much as the tight, formal constricting look.


silver boxesold ornamentssanta blobs

Yesterday we cleaned the house and put away most of the holiday decorations. I normally keep the tree up well past New Year’s but for some reason I wanted to have it all cleaned up early. This holiday season has been exhausting for me so I guess I’m ready to see it all end and have life be somewhat normal again.


Today we are going to see The Shape of Water and then run some errands. This evening we are going to a friend’s house for a New Year’s party. In all honesty, I’d kinda rather stay home and play Zelda: Breath of the Wild. The hubs and I bought a Nintendo Switch on Boxing Day and have been playing together each night. It’s been the one relaxing thing I’ve done over the past two days. Playing video games may not sound too relaxing to some, but it’s a sign of normalcy for me. Now that we are done playing Hollow Knight, we can immerse ourselves into Zelda and it looks like it’ll take us a very long time to complete.

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I don’t like making New Year’s resolutions, but I do like having a few goals to work towards. Starting them on New Year’s sounds fitting.

  1. Be better at money. There are several “last minute not necessary but I’m going to buy them anyway” items because it’ll help me clear my head for starting off fresh tomorrow. I’m not actually bad at money at all right now, but there’s always room for improvement. I need to figure out where I’m wasting the most money and develop a better system for my discretionary spending.
  2. Be better at pull ups and exercising in general so I’ll be in better shape when I get this effing boot off. Even after scrubbing bathrooms, cleaning floors, de-pilling sweaters, and cleaning the kitchen yesterday I still forced myself to work out. I did pull ups and have fallen back behind in my reps again because I’ve not exercised in over a week.
  3. Hone in on my style more. This year I was very experimental and a lot of my spending most likely came from that. I think I’ve gone to extremes and now looking at some outfit photos, I think my style right now is some degree of weird schizophrenic. I wear both fitted clothes and those that make me look like colorful potato sacks. I don’t regret any purchases because it’s been a learning experience for me and I’ve been thinking of ways to work with what I have to make some items work better for me.

I’ve read many blogs about style this year and I’m starting to get a better idea of what I like and what I don’t. Sustainable fashion trended a lot this year and being more selective of fabric types and construction also made lots of waves in blogs.

Many blogs talk about the importance of fabric and how natural fibers are the best. Looking at a few work horse pieces in my wardrobe say otherwise. If an item is well made and if I take care of it properly, then does the fabric really matter? I don’t think so. My acrylic sweaters may pill more, my polyester shirts might get a few loose strings on them faster, but in general those are not make-or-break problems for me when it comes to my enjoying them. Yes, natural fibers are very nice and may last a little longer, but I do think a lot of what makes clothing last is how I take care of it. I’ve been ironing clothes more this year and paying attention to how often they are cleaned and how they are cleaned.

After reading about where clothing was made and how that makes a huge difference in it’s quality, I went to the mall and decided to test this. The only sort of “high end” store near me is Bloomingdale’s at the mall. I went there and looked at the more expensive clothing designers available. Some of the silk shirts were amazing and made me think my Everlane silk shirt was more Wal-mart quality in comparison. The heft and drape of the silk was incredible and even the stitching made Everlane and Grana look horrible. I think I confused a few SAs who constantly asked if I needed anything because I was taking clothes off the hangers and turning them inside out to look at the stitching and tugging a little at fabrics and checking tags. I was a bit skeptical about the quality because I know that a lot of big name shops have designer clothing that’s specifically made for them: Neiman Marcus, Bloomingdales, Macy’s, etc….. Although what I gleaned from it all was a mixed bag. For example, the brand Theory had lots of items that said “made especially for Bloomingdales” on them. All of those items were made in China. The few items that didn’t have that notice were made in USA. I checked the stitching and tried to gauge the general fabric quality of both and both were well made. Another brand, Hobbs of London, had almost every item made in China and some clothes were well made with good stitching and some not so much, but the pricing was generally even.

The only thing I managed to get from all of this experience and reading was that being a conscious fashion shopper is nigh impossible. Yes, shopping at stores that have transparent policies and who use sustainable fabrics is best, but the likelihood of finding the best of both worlds like that isn’t all that probable. And for the few places it is, it’s not very economical for most people. For me, the best I can do is be a hell of a lot more discerning with my clothing choices and decide: do I care about the fabric type? Only if it’s well made. Do I care about the quality? Hell yes, the better made an item is the better it will last [caveat] as long as I take care of it. Does expensive clothing equal better clothing? Generally, yes. However, that’s not a set in stone rule. Clothing that has better construction will last longer and it does take longer to make an item that way so the pricing should reflect that. I’d much rather make sure the person who made my clothes gets paid properly for doing the extra work to ensure it’s durability.

I’ve never really meant for this blog to cover such heavy topics in fashion, but in some ways it’s unavoidable. The more I delve into what clothes I like and why, I need to be better informed about them.

Lastly-  item of note in this long, rambling post:


New handbag: top (showcased next to the most important item in the house – my lint roller) vs old handbag: bottom.

There’s nothing wrong with my old Coach bag. I still love it. My mom surprised me with the new bag from Dooney & Burke for Christmas. It’s not anywhere near the style of bag I’d choose for myself and the colors are not my cup of tea either. That being said, I’ve started using it and I really like it. The pocket placement inside the bag is awesome and I feel more organized than ever using it. I didn’t think I’d like the little hand grips because I’ve always been more a shoulder style fan, but I have found it easier to grab the little handles when necessary. At first, I was thinking I’d say “thanks, but no thanks” and have her return it, but now… it’s actually grown on me due to it’s practicality. I’m still not crazy about the color scheme, but maybe it’s exactly what I need to break up my black cycle lately. (My inner goth is harump-ing right now and saying: we’ll see how long THAT LASTS.)

I hope everyone has a happy and save New Year!

Butchering language in fashion


I love seeing photos of middle-aged/elderly people amazingly dressed. The couples kill me.

However, looking through pinterest makes me want to bitch-slap half of the people who post on there. More often than not I see the description “Advanced Style” associated with these photos. WTF does that even mean? Just because a person is older doesn’t mean they are “advanced” in the way they dress. I really hate and cringe at seeing “advanced” being equated to the word “old” as a result.

All images found on Pinterest.