Life Gaps. Wardrobe Gaps.

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Wardrobe gaps. I have always believed in filling them. In identifying pieces that would link others together and offer countless more outfit combinations. I still think it’s a sensible way to keep a wardrobe functional. Too many clothes languish in the back of cupboards, not for a lack of owner love, but for a lack of any play mates. Getting the basics right is the easiest way to ensure that the showy Deliah piece has a sensible Jane garment as her wing woman.

But when I looked into my wardrobe not so long ago, I didn’t see any gaps. I saw A LOT of clothes. So what was I filling as I was continuously buying more? Gaps in my wardrobe or gaps somewhere else? Read more

Words: the difficult ones

A little while ago my online friend and teacher hosted an interesting conversation on Facebook about her use of the word “guys” (I wish I could find the link but I just cannot). She spoke about her intent in using that term and any misinterpretation it might receive. The conversation turned to the way we refer to people collectively — what makes us cringe and what makes us feel accepted. I don’t mind at all being classed as a “lovely” or “lady” but some took real umbrage to those terms. Others were happy to be referred to a “biatches” (and various similar things), which I personally loath.

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It made me think about words, the ones we avoid, the ones we are afraid to use and the ones that inadvertently cause hurt. Read more

Frocktober: The power of a dress

 

the power of a dress

It’s the month of October. A month that asks us to be aware. It hosts Frocktober, and the hope that we can find an early detection test for Ovarian cancer. It’s also the awareness month for women’s cancers in general. Mental health awareness week is in October. We are called to be aware and accepting (mostly accepting) of those with one extra chromosome — Downs Syndrome. It’s also the month that hosts Pregnancy and Infant Loss Awareness. Through personal experience, my friends and family, all of these causes hit home for me. All of them are close to my heart. All of them touch on the importance of celebrating and protecting life.
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Let’s stop pretending online isn’t real life

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My corner of the internet is an innocuous one. Pretty things people have made. Fashion. The usual ups and downs of parenthood. Cute photos of cute kids. American election memes. But lately a lot of online hate has crept in.

Not directly. But it has seeped into my feed and the heat of the vitriol has surprised me. I wish I could say I was able to just look away, but I haven’t. I have been caught on the side of the road, gawping at the car crashes and wondering how on earth we managed to get here. Apparently the internet remains the lawless Wild West. Things people would never do offline are acceptable online. Read more

The confidence bank

This post is a bit different. Still about style but the innate style that comes with confidence. And how to retain that confidence when it takes a beating.

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Some people say the most beautiful thing a woman can wear is her smile. I’ll disagree and say it’s confidence. When I look at the women I admire, whose style I love, the common theme is confidence. They are different ages and sizes. They have wildly different aesthetics. But they are tied by comfort in their own skin and a kindness to themselves and others. Read more

Freedom of speech – is it everything?

Freedom of speech - is it everything?

Over the past few weeks my feed has been filled with book week costumes. In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s been book month, not week. Cute kids in cute creations. Proud mammas showing off their genius. I shrank a little inside when a kind soul pointed out kids should be dressing as book characters, not movie or sporting heroes. You see, I’d love to make something strictly book related and awesome with my son. I sew, I’m crafty and I’m partial to Facebook bragging rights. Book week and I should be made for each other. But my boy insisted on going as that modern-day literary hero, Christiano Ronaldo.

Seems he wasn’t the only kid who wanted to emulate his sporting hero. A little boy dressed up as Nic Naitanui, his mother artificially darkened his skin and the rest is history. (If you missed it: the whole story and a thoughtful response by Amy of Hangbag Mafia)
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