An enormous thank you to the incredibly lovely and talented Jean of Dross Into Gold who has so generously honoured me in her Ode Series, #5 post! Welcome new visitors! My heart is full.
Sending good thoughts to everyone in the path of Hurricane Sandy. In contrast to tonight's heavy winds and rain dumpage, last Thursday was so beautiful and sunny, and a normal, regular work day felt like such a treat after the disproportionately gruelling earlier part of the week. I really hoped it would be beautiful enough to wear my Canadian, eh? shorts-and-a-sweater combo (these shorts!) - but in the end it wasn't the weather which scared me off, but good ole office chill. I was still well overdue for some teeth-hurtingly saturated colour though.
|sweater: Point Zero, local discount / overstock store, $6|
necklace: thrifted, worn here
skirt: C.O. Design, Winners (2000, when I started at my current job)
shoes: Fluevog Mini Dollface, worn here and here
This sweater is such an unusual and puzzling tubular garment, which is why it's my favourite: a cylinder as long as I am tall, vertically slit halfway to create the "sleeves," and at that halfway point opposite the slit appears the cowl/turtleneck. I believe the wee pockets in front are there solely to indicate that there is a "front," which is good to know. Plus it's twirly AND flappy!
Good thing my necklace is heavy, I can clutch it in an attempt to contain myself.
But then there are my shoes, which were my treat to myself when I returned to the job I love after a two-and-a-half year medical leave spent lying on the couch in rotting pyjamas. I had been saving up for these, scored the January sale price, and wore them first on the occasion of returning to perform spoken word in front of an audience after a six-year absence.
That empty stretch in between stands as evidence of how my life had shrivelled down to only-work in the years leading up to incapacitation. I hate that it is still such a major fact of my life and that I ever mention it at all and even keep going on about it, but if all that being over doesn't just call for some running around making airplane noises:
Guess my necklace isn't that heavy.
I was also whispering "fly-fly-fly" like Anthony Hopkins playing Hannibal Lecter in Silence of the Lambs.
Late to the party as usual, I'm off to elbow-flap my way in and mix it up way down at the bottom of Patti's Visible Monday - let's go see all the awesomeness over there!
P.S. I just noticed that this outfit does exactly the same thing I admired on Gracey over at Fashion for Giants - black as grounding for brights at both ends - cool!