Here's a way to know it's well past time for a fresh post: since these photos were taken earlier in the month, I've already worn and photographed this sleeveless trench coat again. Back then, the temperature was -12C (10F) - note the red ears and frozen face -but today we're in the midst of a January thaw, going up to a balmy +12C (54F).
|scarf: gift, handmade by my aunt R. |
sleeveless trench coat: Cynthia Rowley, Marshall's, last worn here
black 3/4 sleeve scoop neck T: Zellers, 5+ years old
navy/beige plaid jersey skirt: Lapis, most likely my mother's, found in childhood bedroom closet (Hi, Mom! I'll put it back!)
boots: Gianni Bini, Dillard's, last worn here as well
I'm pleasantly surprised how much wear I'm getting out of this trench thingy. Just in the past year I've incorporated more of these sandy-taupe-beige colours. On the other hand, navy and I continue to have a much more complicated relationship. While the black t-shirt I have on is fine, I noticed I don't have a single thing in navy (or even dark brown) to better coordinate with this skirt.
|vintage amber necklace: a gift from my mother, last worn here|
We've been through my thoughts on pink, but I've been narrowing my eyes and curling my lip at navy blue at least since age 13 when I "had my colours done" and was pronounced a totally grotty "summer." Gag-me-with-a-spoon, the whole bit. But why? What had a colour ever done to me?
Even so, last summer I on-purpose ordered a navy dress from eShakti. True to navy-blue form, what ensued was a months-long, incredibly time-consuming, ridiculously terrible experience complete with abysmal customer service, eventually culminating in a 22-page .pdf document of all the emails including photos and additional measurements. And I never did end up with a wearable dress.
What are your thoughts on navy blue?
Do you have strong symbolic associations to certain colours?
|sunglasses: Ray Ban|
winter coat: Pizazz, Winners, 5+ years old
Moving on from frustration but not entirely from the frigid blues, I quite like my not-navy winter coat. It serves me well with its functional sculpted-plush edging, lining, and hood, deep slightly-flared cuffs, room to layer seasonally-appropriate clothing beneath, and just enough shaping to not bunch up over clothes and under the seat belt.
Though I barely had to wear it at all last year, and not much this year so far, there have been winters I've grown so weary of the thing despite all its good qualities that I still have to consciously shake off my whining. This picture, taken down the road from our house a few years ago, was during one of those:
The fields used to flood and freeze smooth-enough much more often when I was a kid - going skating after school with my sister, which it seems to me we did all the time, was my favourite. Improved drainage and changing weather patterns mean we only get good ice every few years anymore, but when we do, I'm out there as much as I can manage, even if I spend more time shovelling it off than swooping back and forth across it. Despite the heavy work and bitter cold, puddle-skating is always a solid path to peace in my heart.