Great news! I finally got some clunky, Danish-style clogs. So I guess I can (finally!) be a real librarian now.
What I’m wearing:
J.Jill taupe jersey blazer thing, gift from MIL ca. 2012
Burgundy swingy tank top thing, Target, 2006 (oh God this tank top is 10 years old probably not OK to wear to work…)
Black linen cropped pants, Old Navy, 2016
Sanita “Professional Dream Work” (a-what now?) clog in in red
These shoes come in European sizes and I am almost certain I should have sized up. I normally wear 8 1/2. Tried a “40,” which seemed like the right conversion, but it felt like a boat on my foot, so went 39, which at least stayed on. But now after a day of wear, they seem pretty snug. Oh well: we’ll let ’em break in, stretch, etc.
Last night at DSW I was supposed to be getting new gym shoes, but I put them back in order to justify purchasing these.
I felt remarkably steady on my feet this morning as I crashed down the steps with three bags and a toddler on my hip, but then, wouldn’t you know it, later in the day I completely tripped and rolled my ankle while carrying nothing at all. So, you know. Walking: still dangerous.
Thanks to the polar vortex, from Saturday-Thursday last week I wore basically the same uniform of scarf-turtleneck-sweatdress-skinny jeans-snowboots every day. But then on Friday, the universe thawed out just enough for me to try something a little different.
Plaid jacket, Christopher & Banks, thrifted by my mother-in-law, handed off to me December 2013. This jacket is an XL. Not quite sure how that works, except as an object lesson that sizes are meaningless. I did look up Christopher & Banks, though, and it looks like they have lines for misses (what are misses, exactly? I’ve never really understood that) and petites, so maybe that’s what this is. The sleeves are a touch short…
Blue ponte fit’n’flare dress, Old Navy, Janary 2014. My favorite fit and fabric for casual dresses in the universe. So comfortable, so flattering. Basically I buy one of theseevery time I walk into Old Navy.
Yellow belt, neighborhood yard sale spring 2012. I think I paid $.50 for it. One of the few belts I really like to wear. What do you do with dresses and belts, though? How do you stop the tail from flapping around?
Black fleece-lined tights, Meijer, fall 2013. Just buy a dozen of these for yourself and everyone you know.
Red suede boots, on clearance at DSW, January 2014. Originally priced around $100, they were 50% off, and then another 30% off of that. As marched around DSW like I owned the place, Sam said, “$35 for something that makes you that happy? Seems like a good deal.” He doesn’t like shopping and he doesn’t like spending money and he doesn’t care for shoes. Which is why I usually go to DSW by myself. So we just hit on a lucky day, I guess.
This post was supposed to be about leggings but instead it is mostly going to be about light.
I’m already noticing that the mornings are getting darker. 😦 is not a strong enough emoticon to convey my feelings about this.
Some of it is an illusion I think. Or, not an illusion–it is darker–but the darkness is temporary/circumstantial darkness rather than solar/planetary/seasonal/latitudinal darkness. It’s been pretty overcast and rainy for the last week or so, and also our house is basically under a giant old tree, which is now fully leafed out. With giant, deep purple leaves, no less.
This is really nice in the summer, actually–Or would be, in a hot summer unlike this one–because the shade keeps the house really cool during the day. But it also makes things pretty dark in the morning.
So, this meditation on shade is partly me whining about sunlight and darkness, which as you know is something I obsess about basically all the time, but also a set up explaining why, in the pictures below where I’m trying to show off my two different pairs of cropped leggings, you can’t actually tell them apart:
Sometimes you wake up and can’t stand the sight of anything in your closet. If it’s Saturday, that means it’s a good time to go shopping. But if it’s Wednesday, that means you have no choice but to pull together some random stuff you’ve never worn together and make the best of it. Here’s a monochromatic experiment from last week: