there’s an old saying on the weed farm.. ‘Merl and Todd aren’t too particular about the weather.. so long as it’s a breezy, sunny, non humid day between the temps of 68 and 76. Really, they aren’t asking for much.’ …except that is, to NOT live in the Midwest. The fabulous man mentioned above is basically the 7th member of our family, and the *best at sashaying past you with a cutting remark whilst he flips one of his numerous scarves over his shoulders. [*giving him the queen bee title says a lot for anyone who knows me] However, we are equally adept at bemoaning the mercurial beast that is weather in the creamy white filling of our US of A. Take this spring for example. After surprise snow flurries in the middle of April, Mama N then decides to flick the switch over to broil and skyrocket the temps to the upper 80′s a few scant days later. After that? Frost warnings and frigid winds. After that? A day that starts in the mid 90′s and sinks to the mid 60′s by 3 pm with no visible change in the weather. I don’t know who Mama N has been seeing these days, but she needs to keep a better eye on her medicine cabinet. Those bi-polar meds can catch a pretty dime on the streets.
[denim jacket-thrifted // trousers- buffalo xchange // wedges- dear golden // black T- thrifted // clutch- bee's netta via milk handmade // gemini necklace- julie nolan // vera necklace- clyde's rebirth]
Isn’t it amazing how I went from lamenting the weather to casting Mother Nature as a serial dater with a mental disorder? I don’t know whether to delete and start over, or give my imagination a pat on the crazay back. If you’re reading this, obviously it’s the former.
Moving on! This outfit was the result of stomping around my apartment [which only made me sweat more] on one of those sweltering days while I cursed my lack of appropriate summer weather attire. Luckily, the simple cotton T, loose khaki trousers I so carefully hacked off a few inches of and perfectly shrunken denim jacket [that I had on earlier in the day, but ripped off in a sudden hot flash.. and then re-donned for photos] kept me reasonably cool while being simple and unfussy. As I approach the last year of my 20′s [!!!], I’ve come to terms with what I’m most comfortable in.. the basics. Providing that the basics are high quality, fit well and have a timeless quality that allows them years of wear and inevitably tear at my clumsy, constantly dingy hands. Naturally, this fits in well with my ethos, as well as saves me time and sanity when getting dressed
each most days. It’s not that I’m opposed to bold colors and wild prints.. in fact, I look quite dashing in many of them. However, I have a ‘less is more’ approach to style these days, and find myself erring on the side of minimal to stark versus loud and complicated. That said, my summer wardrobe still needs work so I’m on the hunt for the perfect drapey, but not boxy light shift dress, a few high waisted pairs of breezy palazzos [or jumpsuit?] & maybe a pair or two cutlottes, as well as one ..or five more fitted crop tops to wear with said high waisted bottoms, and lastly this smock that I can wear working in the studio, and loose over a bandeau and a slinky pencil skirt come nighttime.. man, even though I love supporting other small businesses & designers, I really wish I could sew; I have pages and pages of clothing designs that I desperately want to hang in my closet [..and you know, wear]. anyone wanna donate their garment creation skills to this friendly ginger? I’ll pay you in jewels and cat hair..