like steel in my palms

Here are some socks I knitted! Actually, this is the very first pair of socks I finished. I knitted one sock before I did these, but one of the double pointed needles broke halfway through the second sock, and I never finished.

Also, here are some pictures of the outfit I wore for most of yesterday! As you can see, it's terribly exciting.

I love this shirt a lot, probably more than I should. I stole it from my dad a few years ago, and it's among my very favorite things in my wardrobe; I wear it all the time, and my dad had it for years before I got my hands on it, so it's pretty worn out. Like, it is full of holes and I should probably throw it out, but I just can't bring myself to. I've tried to fix some of the tears, but the faric is worn so thin it's pretty much pointless. Sigh.

Man, I am like so vain, right? You can see things in my room behind me. Weird.

Also, I said "most of yesterday" because I changed before I went to the dentist because there were too many tears in my shirt. Why did I go to the dentist, you ask? To get one of my extra wisdom teeth (I have three beyond the usual 4 wisdom teeth) pulled! Yikes! They gave me nitrous, which was nice. But now my face hurts.

Old old shirt, AA leggings

this beautiful creature must die

While this is (obviously) an amazingly hideous ensemble, I kind of have to respect the incredible fuck-you attitude of French designer Quentin Veron.
It seriously bothers me how politically incorrect it has become to express anything but contempt for fur, let alone actually own something made of fur. It's ridiculous for any organization (i.e. PETA) to wholeheartedly condemn fur and anyone audacious enough to wear it without shame, while apparently not doing anything to prevent people from wearing leather. I could be wrong here, but I can't remember any kind of campaign against wearing leather from PETA or any other organization. And guess what? Leather is also made out of the skin of animals!

Perhaps it's easier for people to ignore that leather comes from animals than it is fur, or perhaps it's part of the "we only care about the cute ones" mentality I so often encounter. I've encountered several people that refuse to eat lamb or veal because "they're sooo cute", but don't seem to have a problem with eating steak or chicken; it's the same attitude that allows people to continue to wear leather without a second thought and still condemn anyone who dares to wear fur.

Personally, I quite like fur, and I have justified owning it to a few people by explaining that I only wear vintage fur; the truth is that if I could afford new fur, I would most likely buy it. And until people start condemning leather the same way they do fur, I'm not even going to consider giving it up.

I must have looked like a ghost 'cause something frightened me

I keep waiting for spring and for the snow to melt. I can tell it's almost here, but it isn't coming soon enough. So some days I dress like it is.

I'm still terribly obsessed with the 90s, and floral prints in particular. I was so happy when I found this dress at H&M when I was visiting Elise in Toronto; I feel like I've been looking for it forever. The fact that it's made of 100% recycled materials, including PET bottles is good too, I guess.

H&M dress, Joe Fresh cardigan & tights, creepy scarf I love

now I've read some books and I've grown quite brave

Nine West shoes, Forever 21 skirt, some shirt I've had for ages, vintage/diy jacket

I would go out tonight, but I haven't got a stitch to wear

This is what I wore out to walk my dog today, and it started me thinking about conscious fashion choices vs. inadvertent "fashion statements". Obviously, this is not an outfit I would normally wear in public. For reference, this is about what I wear on any given day when I'm just lazing around my house and I'm not planning on going anywhere; I don't really like pants very much, so I wear a jersey mini skirt, which I guess is basically the skirt equivalent of sweatpants, and a t-shirt because, well, duh. So when it was time to take my dog for a walk, I was too lazy to do anything beyond putting on a hoodie and uggs. I mean, I am not even wearing socks; that's how lazy I am. My dog is approximately one hundred years old, so we're talking a walk around the block here, and it's above zero, which is pretty darn warm for February, so I figured this was an acceptable dog-walking outfit, but maybe I was wrong.
While I was walking, I notice almost everyone that drove past me giving me really weird looks, and the one lady I ran into that stopped to pet Ace sort of looked at me like I was nuts. Basically, what I'm trying to get at here is that I think people, generally, assume certain things about a person based on what they're wearing. This isn't news to me, obviously, but I've always kind of assumed that if a person is going out in public, they've thought about what they're wearing, and what assumptions others may make about them based on their sartorial choices, because I know that I do. But today I realized that a lot of people have a different "line" than I do. For example, I draw the line at looking sloppy (like wearing sweats or uggs with a mini-skirt and no tights) at walking my dogs; I wouldn't even go to the drug store dressed like that unless I was super sick and picking up cold medicine. So perhaps the people I see wearing sweats or lulus at the mall just have a very different line than I think is acceptable, and are not, in fact, the giant slobs I assume them to be. Or maybe they are, but is it fair of me to assume that about someone I don't even know?
I'm wondering: where is your line? What do you think is acceptable for someone to wear in public?

Hopelessly Devoted To You

So, I've had the idea of sort of cataloguing my wardrobe, or at least my favorite pieces. I'm not sure exactly why I decided to do this, but I really like the concept of having pictures of the things I wear every day as individual pieces, without the context of being part of an outfit.
I decided to start by documenting my shoe collection, because (as I'm sure you all know) I really love shoes, and I have quite a few of them. I began with my oxfords, which you can see below!

Campers, a bunch of money at Gravity Pope.
I love love love these shoes! The leather is buttery soft, and they're so comfortable.

These were about $5 at Value Village, and they had never even been worn!

I ordered these from Urban Outfitters last year, and while I do really like them, I hardly wear them because they sort of kill my feet. They're also the only high heel oxfords I own, which surprised me for a moment, since I sort of feel like I should have more than that.

These are also from Urban Outfitters. They're very shiny, as I'm sure you can see. Every time I put them on, I feel like dancing, which I usually do.

These were about $2 at a rummage sale. They do sort of resemble irish dancing shoes a bit, but I'm pretty sure that they still qualify as oxfords.

I just realized that I have more shoes from Urban Outfitters than I previously thought. I ordered these at the same time as the gold wingtips, expecting to like the gold ones a lot more, but I was wrong! I've worn these way more than the gold pair. I'm not sure what it is about them that makes me love them so much; I think it's probably that they actually look a lot like men's brogues, and for some reason I seem to really like clothes that look like they were made for boys.

Oh Shit

GET IN MY LIFE!

Asos Black, way beyond my budget.

When I saw these in my e-mail I seriously almost died. They are so completely and utterly amazing I hardly know what to do with myself. Never mind that there's no way I can afford these right now, especially if I want to get an apartment really soon, or that my size is already sold out, despite them just going on sale today. I still need them.

Oh beautiful shoes, I'll see you in my dreams tonight.