I’ve never considered my style to be bohemian but every time I go on to the Free People Website I go crazy (not buying, just wishing). I saw a funny meme saying,
Let’s have a moment of silence for all of the clothes we added to our cart and never bought.”
I was 15 when Kurt Cobain died and it hit me at a visceral level. I can still vividly remember the moment I found out and how I felt. He was the main player in the soundtrack of my teen years and he is still one of my favourites today. There was this void, and complete and utter sadness that I carried around for a long time after.
If I am being honest, most of my social interactions come from online sources. I am an introvert but I have developed some close online relationships over the years. Yesterday in one of these places I read the argument asking why people get so upset when celebrities die. While there was a multitude of people who agreed with them there were even more that gave a deep and meaningful explanation about why it affects them. It was very touching to read each of these people’s personal stories.
A few hours ago I read on Facebook that Celine Dion’s husband René Angélil died today of cancer (on top of all the other losses today and this week) and I thought, “what the hell is going on?” First David Bowie whose music has always been there in my life. If we would have had a son I wanted to name him Bowie. I don’t know if Tom would have been on board with tha thoug, it’s a pretty big name to live up to. His role as Jareth in the Labyrinth was one of my first huge crushes and is still one of my favourite movies. Today was Alan Rickman, Severus Snape and it hurt my heart. Telling Roo my 11-year-old was hard. Every single night she is either reading them or listening to Harry Potter Audio Books. She collects, watches, obsesses over Harry Potter and I knew this would be like her Kurt Cobain. She cried when Snape died in the book and again today when she heard the news. She has spent different parts of her day quietly to herself but every where she went she has carried her little Snape Funko figure and placed it gently beside her.
I was trying to explain my reasons about why some celebrity deaths affect me but the words failed me. Some people touch you and some don’t seems so vague and doesn’t get to the real depth of why on a personal level. Then I came across this twitter post by Juliette @ElusiveJ I thought, “Bingo, that’s exactly how I feel.”
Thinking about how we mourn artists we’ve never met. We don’t cry because we knew them, we cry because they helped us know ourselves.
There is something about when Christmas winds down and you enter the colder winter days (except this year, it has been way warmer. At least as far as winter temperatures go) that makes me want to revamp my wardrobe. It is usually around this time of year I always go through my closet to take an inventory. Kind of like a pre spring cleaning. I check out what I have worn, what I haven’t, conditions of items, and generally do a small purge. I have purged really well over the last year and a half, but I know there is still stuff that I can get rid of. I only get access to half of the closet so my side is really crammed since it holds all seasonal clothes, shoes, and accessories. I bought some nice new wooden hangers from Ikea and I am having a hell of a time transferring everything over to them. It’s so crammed and they are so much thicker than plastic hangers that it isn’t working very well, which is another reason for a purge again.
So while I am purging I am also wrapping my head around what I want to get for spring and summer. This process includes looking to see if anything needs replacing, re-evaluating my choices from earlier seasons, and just a general idea of what should go and what I would like to add. I realized that one of my favourite oversized linen t-shirts has a hole. It’s like one of those mysteriously large holes that just seem to appear in your shirt for no reason. I am disappointed that I have to replace it but the hole is about the size of a quarter so mending it will be really obvious.
On Boxing Day I did some online shopping. I don’t think you could have paid me enough money to go into a mall on Boxing Day. I worked in retail for many, many years and Boxing Day was hell on earth. It was that day every year without fail that you swore you were going to quit your job at least 25 times throughout the long, shitty shift. It was also a day that was a mandatory work day. No one could book it off so everyone was just as screwed as everyone else. No favouritism was ever shown that day. So I stayed home and shopped online this year and ended up buying a couple of pieces from Zara’s big sale. I ordered a draped front blouse and a black long sleeve shirt with side slits. I wasn’t sure about the side slits at first but it works when I wear my high-waisted jeans. Not so much peeking out that it makes me self-conscious. The draped blouse I also really like, but it needs to have a camisole worn under it or I need to sew a small stitch to keep the drape from gaping open when standing/sitting in certain positions. You get a full bra flash if I am not careful. I ended up paying $39 for the blouse and $13 for the black shirt with free shipping so it was a pretty good deal. Zara also packs their items really nicely so when it arrives you almost feel like you are opening a gift. That was a nice surprise.
These are the first two pieces that I am planning on adding to my spring wardrobe. Have you starting thinking about buying for spring/summer yet to are you just transitioning into winter?
There is nothing wrong with showing a little skin at age 36 via distressed denim and peek-a-boo tops and this goes along with my new mantra #iwillwearwhatilike.
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