Now You're In New York

via: Advanced Style

See, even the ELDERLY dress better than I do. 

I suppose this post is long overdue.... 3 weeks over due to be exact. This is the thing about moving to a new city, everything feels so overwhelmingly exciting and the idea of putting aside some time to blog seems like a chore.  I know when things slow down and I start to feel like this is my new home and not some whirl wind adventure of exploring and discovering the next big exciting pub/shop/restaurant/band, coming back to blogging about fashion and life will feel like coming home. Until then, Im sorry I have been far from interesting.

Here's what is interesting about moving to the "Fashion Capital of North America"... everything you once deemed "stylish" and "risky" is now resembling more along the lines of "dowdy" and "boring". Riding the subway always provides these moments of clarity... when 3/4 of the women on the train are in towering high heels (they walk ALL day in those things??) and fur jackets you start to feel a little like the girl next door in your flat boots (complete with blisters from all the trekking) and wool coat. As a girl that has always taken to fashion like a scientist does to Darwin, it's a bit disturbing to realize everything you once thought was stylish, only applies to ALBERTA, but is not so cutting edge here in New York. So, there you have my issue... everyday, getting dressed feels like a test of my creative self - how far can I push the envelope? Which heels can I walk 25 city blocks in with turning my feet into beef carpaccio?

Anyway, I guess I'm excited for my future fashion. As of right now I will continue to ask Ryan "is this too Brooklyn for me to wear in Manhattan?" and him to roll his eyes and go back to watching NINE HOURS of football. Eff.

The Pride Of Norway

The last time I wore these socks was in Edmonton while visiting my friend Monika. She commented on how her father, Nordahl, would really dig my socks due to his extreme Norwegian pride. When we were kids Monika and I would have to paint giant Norwegian flags on bristol board for her dad's "Sons Of Norway" meetings and marches. Needless to say, every time I wear these socks I think of old Nordahl and his approval of my choices. Now, while these socks are fantastically fashionable, they are, more importantly, very functional. Despite my previous inclinations that New York weather would be far superior to the snowy, frigid, snot freezing cold of my homeland.... I was sorely mistaken. Yes, there's no snow here, yeah it's only -3 today... so what! It's windy. Very, very windy - at least in Greenpoint where I am living. They say it's due to the close proximity to the Hudson River (I'm a block off the river) but holy hell that cold air really cuts like a knife! Today's outfit was purely based on the foundation of being warm while I stomped my way to the grocery store. The red lipstick (new!) was just a little icing on the cake. I think the Polish ladies that swarm this neighbourhood liked it though!

P.S:  I bought homemade perogies at the grocery store today. Best. Day. Ever.

Sweater: F21, Jean Shirt: Joe Fresh,  Winter Leggings: AA, Shearling Wedges: Aldo, Necklace: Millicent, Lipstick: "Lady Danger" M.A.C

Bang A Lang

hat: Beacons Closet, Vintage find. cashmere sweater: Holt Renfrew, Thrifted from Trends. denim: Domino, Nokomis. belt: Thrift.

I havent forgotten about you dear Audrey readers. Finally, I am starting to feel settled in New York and have some time to get back to it- more on that subject later... must get back to the jewelry making for christmas orders!

xo
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What you think of the bangs? I figured I should hit the ground running... one major life change was apparently not enough for me.

This Women Is Changing My Life

Holy Shit! This blog kills me! 

Go! Go Now!

THE MAN REPELLER

Speculations

Images: LF Winter Lookbook - via: Because Im Addicted 

Im pretty sure this is going to be my new favourite New York store, LF... it's just the perfect amount of Explorer meets Bohemian Prairie Dweller to quash my homesick heart. I do fear all things Canadiana will come spill out of my pours when I get there. Maybe a few "eh"s will slip out of my mouth just for fun, just to set myself away from the pact. I think it's pretty true how Nationalism seems to really magnify when you move away from your country. Then again, Im only speculating. I won't know until Nov 24- when I land in the big apple and become a misplaced Canadian on American soil.

In Hiding

Im in Edmonton for the month getting ready to jump ship to City Of Lights aka The Big Apple aka NYC. I dont have much access to a computer, or any nice clothing for that matter (packed boxes!) but I will try to keep updating this little thing I call my blog.

If any of my pals are in Edmonton and would like to see me, I will be slinging high quality Canadian goods at Nokomis for the month.

Last Day

Top: Joe, Silk Pants: Forever 21, Brogues: Salvatore Ferragamo, Vintage, Leopard Headband: Vintage.

Photos from my last day at Montauk. Goodbye beautiful exposed brick and distressed hardwood... I will miss you and your perfect photographic lighting.

Also, if there is ever a day to wear glorified pyjamas to work - the last day is definitely it.

hunting and gathering

Images from: If You Seek Style

14 Days of Outfit Inspiration from Zara, NastyGal and Asos.

Ab. Fab

Searching For Perfection

For about 6 months now I have been bitching and complaining about how I need a new bag. Any ear that would listen would get a full spiel about how I just can't settle on any one bag - how not anything will do. This bag needs to be perfect in every possible way. It must be leather (as much as I love animals, I really hate fake leather. It looks cheap... and it's too disposable. I want to have this bag forever. I want to pass the bag down to the children that I may or may not have. I want it to be perfect) it preferably will be either black or brown or most ideally both black and brown. It will have two straps, cross body and shorter for when I want to carry it with a pathetic limp arm like Paris Hilton. It won't be overly structured, because I am not overly structured and it will be a good, medium size to fit what I need while not encouraging me to go overboard and put my shoulder out.

Anyway, the search has brought me to many but few are good enough for me to just go for it and make it mine. Nothing is speaking to me loudly enough.

Until today. Today I got an email from Anthropologie, and while I find their clothing lately to be too much on the embellishment side - too many ruffles, too much embroidery, too girly. I do, however consistently love their bags. Beautiful patterned linings, soft buttery leather, and always providing a number of good slouchy options that fit my ever growing list of needs for my perfect  bag.

These are the options as of late. (in order of preference)

While I was searching, I went to Asos to try to find some other options... although it really doesn't fit my criteria, I just think this is kind of beautiful and wild.

Above and Beyond

Shoes: Aldo, Pants: Domino, Nokomis, Black Merino Sweater: Club Monoco, Thrifted, Gingham Top: Dace, Nokomis

Finally treated myself to some new winter wedges. After buying these shoes a while back,  I have a new found love for wedges and being tall. Fantastic. Stella seemed to like them too....



DAY FOUR

Silk Button Up: Vintage, Lace Slip (underneath): Vintage, Green Moto Pants: Zara, Suede Lace Ups: Vintage, Glasses: The Observatory

 Whatever I lacked in vintage from the day before, I surely made up this day. My silk top and great suede booties are from the Value Village I raided in Victoria. Whew. What a day we had there. I had to re-pack all my bags at the airport to fit all my new steals in. I can't believe someone was throwing these shoes out! Or so I thought..... but after traipsing around in them all day - I think I may understand. Off to soak my barking dogs I went, but it probably won't stop me from wearing them again. No pain no gain ladies.

Also, everytime I wear my hair like this I think to myself "I'm a Pony!" on account of a girl I went to University with would pile her hair up into a friggen fountain on the top of her head... and everytime she would jog down the halls and up the stairs we would all chant "I'm a Pony!"- I just can't move past it.

Savings

Whoops! Day Four will have to be reserved for Monday - when Im back at work! The suspense is probably just killing you, isn't it?

DAY THREE

Fringe Cardi: F21, Silk Top: F21 (altered by me),Shiny Leggings: F21, Boots: Frye, Gravity Pope, Red Lipstick: "Sephora Rouge", Jewelry: Vintage and Millicent Designs

Holy Moly! I clearly should be sponsored by Forever 21... ahem. It's an unsual day that I am head to toe in clothing that has no vintage representation. Oh well, I guess the giant ass ring from the Antique Mall in Edmonton must count for something, right?

Oh. Right. The Ring (& my smeared Rouge) c'est magnifique.

DAY TWO

Sweater Dress: FCUK (thrifted), Leather Belt: Vintage Deborah, Tights: The Bay, Woven Boots: Corso Como, Ebay. Earrings: Millicent Designs

I brought Stella with me to work!! Just a girl in her favourite colour combination of Cognac Brown and Black, her camera and her bestfriend.