In the spring, I'm a bit like the young detective, Jasmine Sharp, in Christopher Brookmyre's book When the Devil Drives. I mentioned her in a post a while ago. Poor Jasmine has had a lot of trouble in her young life. And in the novel when her car gets torched, and the insurance company refuses to pay up, she is disappointed but resigned. Until the last line of the book. I swear this is the best epilogue I've read in years; I laughed out loud: "Five days later O'Hara shows up at the office and handed [Jasmine] an envelope containing ten thousand pounds in cash. Shoppiness ensued."
Ha. That's me, folks. The sun shines. The puddles dry. And shoppiness ensues.
On my first trip, I bought a new, black and white striped midi-skirt, a pair of Rag and Bone cropped pants, an Eileen Fisher tunic, and a Frame short-sleeved, striped tee shirt. Then I went in search of something to go with my new skirt. And I came home with a lovely linen tee from Nordstrom Collection, a Vince sweater, and my new suede Paul Green flats. That's quite a haul for me. When I still worked, I used to buy a couple of new outfits per season, and fill in around what I already owned with a few new tops here, or a new pair of jeans there. But my wallet has not weathered this much shoppiness at one time since 2013, when I stopped getting a pay cheque.
|Watson's Mill in Manotick with the gates of the dam open and the river in full flow.|
Don't get me wrong, I'm not feeling guilty in the least about this small spending splurge. For the past few seasons, I've been working on my "curated closet." I inventory and edit, and otherwise have a good handle on what is in my closet, and what goes with what. And after a few seasons of consigning and donating, what's left has become my "signature look." Or to put it in a less pretentious way... I've found a formula that works for me, and which I wear a lot. This season I felt like branching out. And so I loosened the purse strings a bit. My new skirt in a style I haven't worn in years gave me the opening to go in a new direction. And I'm excited about wearing my new acquisitions. So, no, the problem isn't guilt, or buyer's remorse.
|Stairs down to the riverbank at A.Y. Jackson Park in Manotick|
The problem is mother nature. Because as soon as it got warm, it got cold again. It seems as if spring came and went in a heartbeat. And except for one gloriously warm evening, when I donned my new Rag and Bone pants, my Eileen Fisher tunic and my new Paul Green flats to head off to book club... except for that one day... it's been too darned cold to wear any of my new gear. And that sucks.
Still, you know that old saying "needs must when the devil drives." I am determined that my fall and winter clothes and boots, which are packed away, will stay that way. But I still need to be warm, especially when it's rarely above 12°C, and often rainy, and windy. So I've been layering, over and under, and trying some new combinations. And finding that I'm surprised by how nicely some of these pieces go together. Pieces that I've never worn together because...well... there was no need.
|The rising Rideau River lapping the shore at A.Y. Jackson Park|
I've worn this outfit several rainy, cool days in the past week. Out to a casual dinner or to run errands. My Paul Green boots from a couple of years ago keep my feet warm, and dry. These Current Elliott jeans look great with my boots, and I still feel fierce in them. Like I've still got it. Ha. You can read about that story here.
I'm layering a loose, short-sleeved white tee from Vince under my Veronica Beard jacket with the zip out hoodie. I like the look of the loose tee shirt under the more structured jacket. And it keeps me warm.
So, I felt comfortable, casual, and quite pulled together as I headed out yesterday for lunch with a friend. We were meeting at a local bistro in the village, five minutes from my house. And since I was a bit early, and there was a break in the rain, I stopped off at Watson's Mill to take pictures. The river is in full flow, the gates on the dam open wide, and the water roaring, frothy, glorious. And then it started to rain again. Sigh.
|High water at Watson's Mill on the Rideau|
But you know, even though all my lovely new spring and summer pieces are tucked into my closet for at least another week or two, I'm content. I mean, it is Canada. And needs must. We have to expect to dress for the weather we have. Not necessarily the weather we'd like to have. At least it's not snowing. And I keep thinking how lovely it will feel when I can finally haul out my new stuff, the bounty from my spring shoppiness.
And I swear it just dawned on me about halfway through writing this that the title of the Christopher Brookmyre book When the Devil Drives.... actually completes that old saying. "Needs must when the devil drives." Now. I ask you. Is that not the coolest bit of serendipity ever?
How about you, my friends? Is it spring where you live? Lovely mild spring-y spring? Or are you like me, grumbling while you dress for the weather?
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