Okay, I so love talking and talking to y'all, but I have to shush because this morning I caught myself repeating an outfit I'd already blogged on purpose so I wouldn't have to do outfit photos and thus contribute to my blog backlog.
The day I wore this was bitterly cold but I was fantastically warm inside and out, the top half of this ensemble being gifts from a special aunt, my sister, and a friend. Plus: feathered toque, mohair, velvet, and polar fleece!
|crochet cap with feather ornamentation: Aldo, gift from Auntie D|
purple-red-black burnout velvet scarf: gift from my sister, ~10 years ago
mohair / wool sweater with flared sleeves and pin closure: Esprit, passed along by friend, ~6 years ago
polar fleece skirt: Theory, Winners, early 2000s
wicked-pointy cowboy boots: Brown's I.D., Holt Renfrew, 2005, last worn here,
This sweater is so light and soft and warm, and way better suited to dramatic gestures than to buffet dining. Overall, I felt a bit fancy for work, but at least my toque and polar fleece weren't like everyone else's. Really, it might as well be fun.
My amazing friend Jean of Dross Into Gold is wearing a similar (but more wonderfully flared!) skirt in her post here. Mine, bunch slightly unbecomingly around the hips though it may, is a mitten for my legs, and so I forgive it everything.
I'm not so much piling on the all-black on purpose, or in relation to a rumoured resurgence in popularity (the horror!), just that these warmest winter clothes last forever and I came by them during my Dark Ages.
I often joke that every age I've experienced has been "that awkward age," but here I see the edges of the rather grand old lady I might yet become.