I am no exception to this combo…which could literally mean anything, considering how varied jeans have become and the multitude of T-shirt types out there.
I do, however, firmly believe, that the statement “I’m a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl” translates as either “I’m literally just interested in being dressed to go outside in some of the most practical garments invented by mankind” OR “I’m a jeans and T-shirt kind of girl as long as the T-shirt is fitted to my and only my personal preferences, which is so damn hard to achieve and I can’t afford one from The Row, despite agreeing with the importance of perfect fit; the jeans don’t reveal half my butt when I sit down or bend over, and I look carefree, put-together-casual without anyone knowing how long I’ve searched for this T-shirt and these jeans!”
From mermaids to the trusty cheeky Disney Princess T-shirt and a scarf with a subtle gold shimmer that was a family gift. The shimmer means I can go for (not real) gold accessories, so it’s multiple rings once again with one of my favourite sets, and some slightly retro-looking earrings. The shoes are the second part of the recent sneaker haul on sale and I’m very pleased. Suitable strut after quoting my own T-shirt slogan at people guaranteed.
Ready to go.
Shirt: Visual Statements.
Scarf: Accessorize, though I can’t be sure, it was a gift.
Jeans: a bit too worn to be featured here, and I can’t remember where I got them, but they are a classic jeans blue.
Rings: I Am, unless I am (feeble, but still) contradicting myself and they are actually from another brand, which I may or may not have mentioned on this blog.
Earrings: Bijou Brigitte.
It’s a truth universally acknowledged that we all need to get dressed in the morning if we’re going somewhere…and even if we aren’t.
I have been the first one to laughingly declare I wouldn’t have a problem with pajama Friday at work (while feverishly going through the pajamas I own in my mind to determine which I would be brave enough to come to the office in). But it would take away all the magic out of wearing them home, the sweet relief of it, and also there are things about other people one doesn’t want to know.
Hence, attire! “I have nothing to wear” moments don’t happen to me, because I do have stuff to wear and I enjoy putting outfits together. I may change my mind, I may fuss, I may needlessly agonize, I will usually laugh at myself, but will always feel a sense of achievement after getting it done. Life is difficult enough without letting myself be overwhelmed by clothes.
Maybe I’m just a tough chick.
So what do I feel like today? I feel like jeans, my PINK “Why the Hell Not” T-shirt and another scarf.
Ready to go.
Geddit, geddit? This was incredibly easy to put together. The skirt is one of my favourites and I wore it as recently as last week (but not twice in the same week – another one of my thou shalt nots). I just didn’t write about it additionally as the weather forecast was uncertain and I was still deciding what to pair with the top part of the outfit. I also wore it for my first ever style post I took pictures for.
The skirt’s shimmering cherry red works well with pastel colours, as well as blues and greys, all of which are found on the T-shirt I picked. It’s one of my favourite T-shirts, because I like lanterns and the buildings in the background remind me of Paris. Continuing to ride the emotional ballet-inspired wave from yesterday’s lengthy post about my red shoes, I picked the same pair…in black!
Bangles and sass join the accessories team and my continued love of weak pun attempts… though maybe the quieter tones in some parts of this outfit don’t qualify as sassy? I think they do! There’s room for different kinds of sass. The lipgloss has been mentioned previously on this blog and obviously it is running out, which is good, because I like using things up properly.
Dancing in parentheses as they are not strictly dancing shoes, but the long ribbons attached to them that so conveniently lend themselves to wrapping around the ankle and tying up a bow make me remember my childhood fantasies about becoming a ballerina.
Hey, I have Russian roots, and most of us guard a soft spot for ballet in our hearts. Also most of us harbour some kind of attachment or at least a reaction to the colour red. Add the fact of being a woman on top, and fizzle fizzle sparkle sparkle.
The picture insistently popping up in my mind’s eye is an illustration in a beautiful book of fairy tales from my childhood library. I can’t remember what exactly the story was about, but I know it involved a poor and good young woman, and a cunning dwarf or leprechaun. The young woman was wearing a shining pair of red (possibly) satin ballet-esque slippers laced up her ankles with gorgeous red ribbons. I have done a bit of research, and The Red Shoes by Hans Christian Andersen is most definitely not the story from my childhood, as the terrifying plot would surely have stuck with me. So the story remains a mystery, but the shoes stayed. Ain’t that always the way?
The shoes are the strategically intended pop of colour in a slightly reserved outfit. Black-and-white rose or possibly peony patterned leggings are today’s choice of bottoms (yes), and since they are a little thinner, they are comfortable to wear in case the weather changes several times throughout the day. A long black tank top and loose navy blue jersey cardigan complete the look, along with pink lipgloss that catches what I think is a pinkish tone in the not 100 percent red shoes and two dainty long silver chains. These are among my favourite pendants and I’ve taken to wearing them together. The one with the Eiffel Tower has sentimental value, as during my first ever trip to Paris many years ago I bought a pair of earrings with Paris’ symbol, using my carefully saved pocket money. I joyfully wore them for years, until I lost one one evening when trying on a sweater. Moral: don’t wear long earrings when shopping. But I went to a jewelry-making store and they were very nice in helping me out, so I still have my keepsake.
One thing that stands out from today’s outfit choice is that I obviously don’t like ironing that much…but I keep hearing crinkled is the new smooth, so as far as I’m concerned, I’m not spending money on something I can achieve for free.
Not actual roses, though that would be cool, but I woke up with roses in my head and I have previously mentioned on this blog the special meaning that they hold for me. It’s going to be another warm day, so a sleeveless outfit is the desired choice, but with evening weather changes possible, black leggings will join this slightly shorter dress, and some beaded green earrings picking up on the tone of the leaves on the dress. I find tones of green work with most flower-patterned items. You know, flowers, leaves, nature, green etc.
Even if only in my mind. For what would a week be without denim?
The leggings and dress combo, or leggings and pretty much everything combo, has been praised by me often enough, and today is no exception. A relaxed, but still put-together outfit for the last working day of the week, as well as prepared for the 15-minute changes between rain and shine we’re currently experiencing over here.
This post is really short, but I figured I would make the length proportionate to the amount of time it took me to get the outfit assembled. *Ever so slightly smug.*
Not, not over someone, thankfully.
I have a long day ahead of me and the prospect is making me shudder slightly, but what are situations like these if not an occasion to whip out some comfortable (and fun) shoes?! Having a good footing, literally or physically, not just metaphorically or mentally, is crucial to how I get around my city, my work, my travels and my life. I remember wearing proper sneakers during one of my favourite long walks once, instead of the sturdy, but thinner low sneakers I usually put on, and it made a noticeable difference to my feelings of comfot and how long I could stroll around for. Obvious and well-known facts, but even these we sometimes have to discover for ourselves.
I was recently told by another woman that I was brave, because she never would have trusted herself to wear such shoes. I was left feeling flattered and wondering whether she secretly wanted to.
Pop (explosion?) of colour on the bottom, reserved tones on top, and like I said, it’s going to be a long day, so bless the jeggings. The top is from my mother – we share a liking for versatile basics.