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Dress Crush: Barbie Edition

Dress Crush: Barbie Edition

This is not a Barbie blog. Promise. (Um, should it be?)

But please tell me that I’m not the only one who saw this dress

 Zac Posen gown. Now available for preorder  here . Only $13,000 CAD! Or…the cost of one-third of our basement dig-out. That is how my brain works these days.

Zac Posen gown. Now available for preorder here. Only $13,000 CAD! Or…the cost of one-third of our basement dig-out. That is how my brain works these days.

…and thought of this one:

  Peaches N Cream Barbie . One of the greatest of all time. Do not fight me on this. You will lose.

Peaches N Cream Barbie. One of the greatest of all time. Do not fight me on this. You will lose.

(Netflix recommendation: House of Z. If you’re into fashion docs.)

I’m going to write about this soon, so this isn’t a complete thought (yet), but a huge tug-of-war in my adult life has been reconciling my LOVE for fashion and my struggling (to put it nicely) wardrobe.

Current style: weary camp counsellor. (No exaggeration. Today’s outfit — sloppy oversized tee and loose almost-cargo shorts — would look better with a whistle and a visor.)

I’ve always been super-responsible with money and super-practical with clothing — to the point of not indulging an actual interest/passion. If I truly value the design, construction and playfulness of fashion — and, even more, the expression of personal style — why is it so hard to put that into practice, even on a small scale? I don’t need Dior. But I also don’t need that 11-year-old acrylic grey cardigan from H&M. In fact, I don’t need grey at all. Because it makes me look ill and brings me zero joy. (Hi, Marie Kondo! Thanks for getting in my head!)

Last night was pretty much an all-nighter with a feverish babe and I’m probably just feeling slightly wistful/bitter that I’ve been either pregnant or breastfeeding for four years now. I’m ready to wear grownup clothes. And/or Barbie gowns.

More on this later.

The Art of the Sick Day

The Art of the Sick Day

Weekend Reading Vol. 24: Bold Women, Optimistic Aging and Cinderella

Weekend Reading Vol. 24: Bold Women, Optimistic Aging and Cinderella