Am I thankful for the incredibly beautiful and unusually hot summer we experienced? Yes. But, I could not be happier that at the exact moment September hit, so did fall weather. I say this every year, but I’m a fall girl. The crunch of freshly fallen leaves, the crispness in the air, and the cozy layers. I welcome autumn with open arms and can’t wait to watch the NYFW fun from afar. Happy September, fashionistas!
Today’s post isn’t actually here at all! After over six years of blogging, I finally did my first ever guest post over on The August Diaries. Hop on over there to find out outfit details and to of course, meet Jill. If you don’t already know her, she’s one stylish lady that I know you’ll love! Enjoy 🙂
Black and white is going to be THE fall look for me. I’ve spent years collecting patterned and/or colourful pieces, and suddenly all I can seem to put together is all black, all white, or a combination of the two. Isn’t it so funny how fashion works? At least we all have something to contribute to the trend, as this duo really is a timeless pairing.
But, since I did decide to add and element of new, I’m SO glad I finally got a white blazer, even though it’s linen I’m going to try to rock it for as long as possible. And the see through black tee is going to take me far, I just know it. Thank you LOFT for being a one stop shop and for my ‘photographer’ Adam for finding this gem of a spot in the city!
Love Tee, Lululemon
Gildea Sneakers, VANS x Little Burgundy
Black Baseball Cap, H&M
Oversized Bag, Phillip Lim for Target
“I’m adorable! I look like Keira Knightley running errands.” is one of my favourite Mindy Kaling quotes from The Mindy Project. It perfectly encapsulates how I feel when I’m wearing a sporty-chic look. Slightly slouchy and laid back – effortless, really. No matter how much time, thought, and money you’ve poured into it! I had all of this in mind when I popped into the Lululemon in Kitsilano on West 4th. I stocked up on the usual Ta-Ta Tamer (hands down, best sports bra. ever.) and a cute little tennis skirt. But, I wanted to go beyond my exercise gear and venture into their everyday wear.
Low and behold, the best darn shorts around. These have been a summer staple for me, I feel like I can barely remember what dressing was like before them. They’ve already been on all sorts of adventures, including my flights to and from Vegas, a couple road trips, and even sailing! They’re comfortable, exactly on trend, and somehow flattering. I can only assume they’re also magic.
They get at least one more big adventure before summer is over at Lululemon’s Sunset Festival a.k.a. the Seawheeze after party. And no, I won’t be running it this time around, but have it be known that these shorts really could take me from a half marathon to an afterparty, no problem. Anyway, you should come join me! Really though, I don’t have anyone to go with…so like, you should come with. Details are below xoxo
Sunset Festival – the party of the summer! Brockton Fields in Stanley Park Tickets are $25 Gets you access to a Capital Cities concert (worth the money already, they put on a suuuper fun live show) yoga, wine garden, beer garden, and tons of other festival goodies. Click here for tickets and here for more deets.
All photos by the amazing/talented/lovely Jamie Lauren
Last Thursday, I went about my regular routine. Stopped in at JJ Bean for a coffee on the way to the office. Holding my iced Americano, I took one glance at the stairs and then down at my heels and made the very easy decision to take the elevator. Now, this is going to sound dramatic, but the simple moments before something significant happens seem to be so magnified afterwards. Maybe its because you process how the fates aligned and each second prior led you to that exact moment. I can see the vivid imagery of the scene before I stepped onto the elevator like a well studied painting. There was a man in a pale blue button up who’d held the front door for me but remained on his phone in the lobby. There was another man in a tee shirt with smoothies and lunch in hand and a woman with a ponytail and scrunchy (I hear they’re coming back in style) just behind him. The elevator doors opened and we shuffled in. The man with lunch pressed his floor. The woman and I had a brief awkward dance, as I stumbled back when she abruptly stopped to press her button. Floors 3 and 4 were the selection du jour, but as the doors closed I think I knew something was amiss. We rode up and attempted to successfully reach our first destination, only to not actually get there at all. The doors started making a straining sound, much like a skipping c.d., as they were obviously trying to open, but never ended up doing so. “I’ve never been trapped on an elevator” the guy with lunch said plainly, as I felt my face get hot at the thought of being stuck in that steel box of death for any length of time. Then we started to move again. “Hope,” I thought, “There’s still the fourth floor!” But, we arrived nowhere and the doors once again tried to open but instead glitched. So, we went down again. At this point, I think I would have rather been stuck in one spot. Riding up and down in a broken elevator with a mind of its own only makes me think of plummeting to the basement in the steel box of death. So, I started pressing buttons. First the open door switch, since it said we were on the ground floor and all I could think of was how much I loved and wanted to be safely reacquainted with the ground. But steel box of death didn’t like that much, since we were, of course, not actually on a floor, but instead in between floors. Next, I pressed that magical phone button and made a call to the elevator Gods for help. “Remain calm,” a muffled robotic voice recited to us, “Someone will be on the line shortly.” Never would I have imagined that I’d ever be stuck on a runaway elevator, but that I’d also be on hold with our potential rescuers. We rode up once more, and then down once more, and I started to take those deep yoga breaths to try and calm myself. One mustn’t appear TOO panicked in case the ordeal is over shortly. Sure enough, steel box of death claims to have reached the third floor, and finally kept true to its word. I’ve really never been so happy to see those same old hallways. “Hello?” the operator called out as we, ironically, were finally set free. Guy with lunch explained what had just transpired and she informed us that we’d just have to tell the building manager. Which, seemed a tad unfair to anyone else getting on that same elevator after us. And then, after such an intense five minutes together, we all just kind of parted ways like nothing extraordinary had happened at all. What I’m trying to say in a roundabout way, is that I’m about to get in GREAT shape because from now on I’ll only ever take the stairs.
To stay on topic, how much do you love this Ted Baker dress? It was a Heathrow airport purchase last year and I surprisingly had not worn it until this day. Can you believe that?! I’ll definitely be getting a couple more wears out of it before this summer is over.
I remember the day it became apparent that I needed glasses. It wasn’t gradual at all, it was a distinct moment in time. It was during a typically boring math class, when all of a sudden, I just couldn’t see what our teacher was writing on the projector. Which certainly was strange, because I’m sure I had seen it all other days. But not on this particular afternoon. Instead, I found myself copying notes from the girl beside me and was ushered to the optometrist asap. My prescriptions was (and still is) very low to help with distance. For this reason, and the fact that I HATE touching my eye, I’ve never felt the need for contacts.
Though, as time goes on, I’m needing my glasses a lot more than I ever did back when I got my first pair in 10th grade (although that first pair was eaten by our golden retriever, which is a whole other story). I can’t watch tv or a movie in the theaters without them. Driving at night would literally be impossible, and I can’t navigate my way around bars/clubs/dark parties sans specs. And yet, despite needing them so often in recent years, I’d never considered buying glasses for fashionable purposes.
Thankfully, this all changed earlier this year when I opted for three new pairs of Clearly Contacts glasses. Now, I can change my specs depending on my outfit or my mood. It has opened up an entire new world for me. Wearing prescription glasses as an accessory is amazing, and I’m so thankful that Clearly Contacts makes that possible with their affordable price points.
For those friends of mine always asking about the styles I wear, I’m happy to provide those above. It’s from a little while ago, but you can also head over to Clearly Contacts and check out my curated collection!
I literally want to dive into these photos and attack my blouse with an iron. My steamer has conveniently broken down, and I keep venturing into the world with less than presentable clothing. Maybe it “adds character” to my wardrobe? That’s a bit of a stretch, I think I’d be better off just getting the darn steamer fixed.
Anyway, I’m trying my best to ease into this Monday after an amazing weekend. Went to my cousin’s wedding on Friday and had a stellar dance party with the whole family. Then Adam and I spent Saturday on a sailboat for the Easter Seals Regatta and we now understand the obsession with sailing. Could definitely get used to the sailboat life. That night we had a delicious Mexican feast (tequila included, of course) with friends at La Mezcaleria on The Drive. Sunday was filled with the necessary work/chores and the grand finale was a patio BBQ with friends. I mean, can’t really get much better than that! Plus, keeping busy helped me deal with my Squamish Fest FOMO. How was your weekend?
P.S. Thanks so much to Vitamin Daily for the awesome feature! Find out my Vancouver faves and oh-so-much more HERE.
Like most things in life, I can get sucked into familiarity, especially when it comes to fashion. I find something that works and end up essentially recreating the same look with different pieces. I’ve recently been making a conscious effort to change my ways. Exibit A: Left the blouse un-tucked therefore loosing my waistline but gaining a new silhouette. Exibit B: Gave my feet a break and rocked flats instead of heels. The verdict: It’s so fun to branch out. Change is good!
Hear that? Feel it in your bones? That could only be one thing, my friends. That the long weekend is upon us! Time to sit back and relax. Grab the margarita mix and start blending. Kick off those high heels and feel the sand in your toes. Actually finally sit still and finish a book (I’ve got Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl on the go right now). I’ll be completing all of this and so much more this weekend at the cabin. We’re leaving in just a few short hours for Adam’s family reunion. Can’t even wait! Whether it’s a staycation or a grand travel adventure, I hope you all have an amazing long weekend as well xo
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