September 30, 2009
September 28, 2009
September 26, 2009
September 24, 2009
September 23, 2009
It was a close race. The winning vote (at 40%) was for us to donate half of our wardrobe to charity (or proceeds of, should we decide to auction it off) while 32% of you wanted us to host a clothing drive once a month, for a year, for a women’s shelter. Either way, charity rules!
Ok, I just had a really selfish thought that I am almost ashamed to admit. I just glanced at my closet and the idea of saying goodbye to some of my things made my throat tighten. Would I have to give away my DVF wrap dress? Would I have to give away my favorite biker boots? What about my jewelry?
Would I have to give these booties away?
But then I remembered that I am not going to drop out. I am going to stick with the program. We are already 1/3 of the way through. I still feel nervous about the whole thing, but I guess (sigh) I am happy that if I do have a complete and utter breakdown and crack under pressure, I know that my clothes will find good homes.
September 21, 2009
September 19, 2009
- Anna Sui for Target
- Christian Siriano for Payless ("Slither" boot pictured here, $49.99)
- JIMMY CHOO for H&M (all caps and bold for obv reasons)
- Alice and Olivia for Payless
- Norma Kamali for Walmart
- Jil Sander for Uniqlo
- Kate Moss for Topshop (ok, she’s a model but obviously a style icon)
- Carlos Falchi for Target (get ready for faux python bag fabulousness!)
- Missoni for Converse (only for men thus far but we all know to just go down 2 sizes and ladies these can be yours, too!)
- Rodarte for Target (Holiday Collection)
September 17, 2009
September 16, 2009
September 14, 2009
I have a daughter. It is true. The cat is out of the bag. Yes, maybe I have mentioned a word or two here and there about pregnancy or weight gain (the two, of course, go hand in hand) but I have yet to actually come out and say, “I am a mom”. Well, I am. I change diapers. I clean up puke. I blow on hot food to cool it down. I watch "Baby Einstein". I stroll, I swing, I cuddle, I giggle, I do it all. My baby’s name is Elle, and I love her.
I once thought there was absolutely nothing “fashiony” about being a mom. I think that is why I have kept (albeit subconsciously) my motherhood separate from my life as a Fashion Rehabber and blogger. Before having a baby I was someone who wore skinny jeans and heels often, someone who put fashion ahead of function. I worked in fashion. You could find me on any given day with a 5 oz martini in my hand, gossiping about celebrity style and bitching about cheap fabrics and unattainable sales goals. I was so happy and so miserable all at the same time. Then I became pregnant and those martinis quickly became a distant memory.
After pregnancy comes a baby (total shocker) and then I did not know who I was anymore. I think I wore more flats this past year than I have since I was twelve. I think I may have even gone a whole month without wearing make-up. I certainly created a very meaningful relationship with my yoga pants. Up until now I had let my pre-conceived notions about parenting and style (or lack of) rule my life. I felt like if I made the effort to look good and the end results were nothing like they had been before, I would never ever recover. Instead I just cruised through motherhood looking half-assed and feeling even worse. Well, I am back now. I realize that I can look as good as I once felt and that I do not need to categorize my style by whether or not I birthed an 8lb baby. If I want to throw on my vintage pearls and my chain link booties while walking my baby down the street, I will. I can handle the stares. I never followed the rules before, so why would I start now?
September 11, 2009
This past weekend, I read what I consider to be quite the controversial article in the Globe & Mail Style section denouncing the hot item for Fall- the Boyfriend Blazer in favour of the old faithful Jean Jacket. Literally, the first line reads, "Here's the thing about jean jackets: They're the anti-boyfriend blazer."
And so, war is declared, I think. BB's vs. JJ's. I must say I am torn. I love the BB (and we know A likes it!) for its freshness and pulled-together-ness. Plus, the romantic notion of wearing men's clothes, especially your man's even if it isn't really his. The JJ also has something to offer; they're timeless, they don't wrinkle (as mentioned many times in the article) and they really do go with pretty much any colour or style.
As for me, I am stuck with a blazer/jacket from two seasons ago in the wrong cut and a jean jacket that I absolutely love, but that is white - definitely harder to pull off as the mercury begins to dip.
What would you choose?
September 9, 2009
That day I discovered that there aren’t any cures for the no-buy blues. My trip to the shops proved not to be cathartic at all. Throughout this near four-month journey I have shopped my closet (a phrase that is becoming just a little irritating to me as of late), DIY-ed up and down and all over my apartment, have upped my charitable contributions, have joined the gym, I have even made Barefoot Contessa’s coconut cupcakes in hopes of finding some kind of retail therapy substitute. The bottom line is that my love for shopping is what it is and clearly there is just no replacement.
September 7, 2009
September 4, 2009
In what seems like a very distant memory, we made a rule that we would be able to accept gifts but not actually use them until our year in Fashion Rehab was finished. In retrospect this idea seems oh-so harsh but deep down we knew it was the right thing to do. After all, what would have stopped people from buying us all of those items that we have been coveting? Then where would we be? This, however, does not distract from the fact that a gift received can sometimes turn into an all out whining session.
My first gift since Fashion Rehab began was a fabulous lime green laptop bag from my mom. It is super cute, great for looking the part of a blogging pro in the cafes of SF, and who doesn’t love lime green? Unfortunately rules are rules, so the bag currently resides at my mom’s house in Canada and my laptop remains here, in its dreadfully boring black foamy run of the mill laptop case.
The next item I received was a random "gift with purchase" thong from my esthetician, if one could even count that as a gift. (FYI-my purchase was a bikini wax- I think a more appropriate gift might have been an ice pack and some boy shorts, but what do I know?)
My most recent offering came in the form of a thank you for co-hosting a baby shower for my very adorable and very pregnant friend, Michelle. It is the most gorgeous blue striped linen scarf from Wendy Foster in Santa Barbara. I love it. I want to wear it now. I want to drape it around my neck, I want to wrap it around my shoulders, I want to tie it around my head a la Marilyn Monroe (ok, so that might be a bit extreme but please allow me to revel in my pity party moment). The point is, this rule sucks but it can’t be amended. We have made it this far and there is no turning back! That is what I keep telling myself as I sit here gazing longingly at the scarf, looking for a possible loophole in our own set of rules.