A fashion and personal style blog for women and moms of all ages.
Style doesn't have to cost much. Actually it can cost about nine dollars and a little time. Take this dress. It was bought at a fifty percent off sale items sale. I paid a whopping nine dollars for it. I knew the second I slipped it on that it fit my trifecta of sartorial love: it allowed ease of movement, it was light, and it had some great visual interest.
The only hitch was that for some reason, the way it was made the top was a touch see-through. This wouldn't be a big deal except that you can't exactly wear something under a backless dress like this. But none of that dissuaded me. I bought it.
Then I took an old navy liner from a skirt that had been torn beyond repair, and turned on Netflix. At the end of the episode, I had hand stitched in a little shelf bra/liner. Problem solved.
Moral of the story? Two actually.
1. Personal style is made from what you love, and not what is on trend *this dress was on sale because no one else wanted it* or what is expensive.
2. Just because an item isn't perfect in store, doesn't mean that a little tailoring or imagination can't turn it into a piece you'll love for a long time.
I'm finally, since turning 30, getting comfortable in my own skin. My girlfriends used to tell me this; they used to say that it wasn't until they hit their 30s that they came into their own. They got over their image and self angst *to the extent that one can* and just started to accept themselves how they are.
And it's true. The 20s are so turbulent. You don't know who you are, and you don't know what you feel about things. And you also, as a woman, are constantly dissatisfied with your body. There's also a certain search for the 'right' or 'perfect' everything. Now I'm generalizing here, obviously, and anecdotally so, but I feel that after 30 you just begin to settle.
Settle, not in that dirty word way where you lower standards to less than deserved. Settle in the best way. Like unsettled water filled with sediment and therefore cloudy, your 20s are full of shakes. At 30 the water begins to settle. The sand falls to the bottom and things become clearer. It's not about full zen contentment, it's more about acceptance. Acceptance of what this life brings, and of who you are in all your glorious flaws.
As a woman who has struggled with body image, and general image, it's been nice to finally accept the body I'm in. The body that is healthy and strong, and capable of many things. The body that allows me to experience all the things I set my mind to in life. And vanity wise, it's nice to finally see the body and not focus on the flaws....because they're only really flaws to our photoshopped society.
Here endeth the lesson.
The last few days, I danced for probably seven hours combined. It's incredible how much energy and emotion is released into the world by the simple act of dance. I've been saying it for years, "Dance it out." And I always understood Meredith's *from Grey's Anatomy* need to have a 30 second dance party. There's always a good time to dance.
But more than that, I spent the weekend with the most wonderful people. Friends, and peers, who despite everyone's flaws, accept and respect each other. No judgement and no expectations, except for the desire to 'suck the marrow out of life.'
Dress - Spell Designs // Boots - F21 // Bracelet & Small gold ring - ThreadSence // Large Gem ring - small fair trade company // Flash Tattoos - eBay
Logically, I know that this place is frequented by many.
But emotionally, it feels like my own secret place.
Quiet and undiscovered.
It just begs and cries out for a little twirling and dancing.
Kimono - Spell Designs // Top - SheIn // Shorts - Target // Sandals - Threadsence // Hat - I forget // Necklaces - Vanessa Mooney and Monserat de Lucca
Enter the French brand, Lochers. Because who else does the cheeky innocent better than the French.
Top - Lochers // Skirt - One Rad Girl // Shoes - Aldo // Sunnies - F21 // Bracelet & Earrings - Ruche
There's this thing you can do here in Toronto. It's called dance. I know what you're thinking, "You can dance anywhere Jo." But this isn't regular dance. It's a drug free, alcohol free, no talking, no judgement kind of dance. It's called Ecstatic Dance. And for about two hours you dance.
You move. You feel the beat. No one is there to 'pick-up.' You don't have to worry about creepers. There's no club wear, just comfy clothing you can move in. People dance in silly ways. However they want, and it's all great. Some do contact improv. Some, like me, just dance. Just get out of their heads, into their bodies, and enjoy the rhythm of the music as it flows through their body. It's like Grey's Anatomy where they dance it out - just for two hours.
And it's glorious.
Shirts Dress - Spell Designs // Hat & my left hand ring - ThreadSence // Boots - Aldo // Belt - hand me down // Bracelet - eBay // Sunnies - F21 // Necklace - Vanessa Mooney // Rings *my right hand* - from my Babcia
Sometimes our brains freeze up. At least mine does.
Sometimes I don't know who I am supposed to be, and have trouble reconciling that with who I am.
Sometimes my heart feels too many feels and then I become confused about what I'm feeling.
Sometimes I feel like a little girl, not knowing which way to go, and thinking everyone is an adult around me and has it all figured out.
Sometimes I just need to stop and dance.
Top - Auguste // Jeans - Lucky Brand // Necklace - Fair Trade Show // Sandals - I forget *old*