Me, I seem to be having a blue and yellow period. Or blue and red. But always blue, more specifically navy. Suddenly everything in my wardrobe is navy. Which can be a good thing because I love navy. Navy and white, navy and red, navy and yellow. But it can be a bad thing for blog post variety. "Ah well," the blogger sighs, "in this case art is supposed to imitate life, and not the other way round." That's if blogging can be considered art, I might add. So if I'm wearing navy in real life, then navy it must be on the blog as well.
|Triple navy outfits. Does that skirt look a little too short to you?|
I bought this little scarf a couple of weeks ago at Zara. It's more of a neckerchief, and I'd normally wear it tied with the ends in the front. But when I do, you can't see as much of the bright colour, nor the little houses printed on the fabric. Those little houses make me think of the Amalfi Coast where we'll be going this fall. I thought this scarf was just the ticket to go with my yellow sweater. And both of them together brighten up my mostly navy outfit.
|My cheap, cheeky, and cheerful little scarf.|
I must say that trying to take pictures for this post, folks, was not cheerful. More like a comedy of errors, a mixture of weather issues, wardrobe worries, and hair woes.
This morning when I dressed, the weather was cool and rainy. Both my umbrellas were in my car, and my car was at the garage getting new tires installed. So, I snapped a few indoor shots, then changed into my sweats and a tee shirt, and read my book for a while. After lunch the rain stopped, so I dressed again and ventured outside. My feet got wet and my sneakers became covered in grass cuttings, and then it started to pour. I retreated to the house, changed back into my sweats, and picked up my book where I left off this morning.
Finally, finally when the rain stopped and the sun shone, I got dressed AGAIN, reluctantly, for one more try. But by this time, I was totally sick of myself, this outfit, and my hair. I couldn't muster a decent smile. All of a sudden my Burberry skirt, which I have always loved, just looked wrong. Too short and, I don't know, just wrong. My fairly manageable au natural curl, which I quite liked this morning, had morphed into a giant frizzy whoop-de-do in the front.
It was like I was suffering from fashion post fatigue, or something.
As you can see, I did take some time to admire Hubby's edging around the flower bed, and the blooming daffodils, and hyacinth. This shot also shows the back of my Montcler anorak. I like the detail at the waist and the pleat in the back. You can't see them very well, but my Burberry skirt has lovely pewter buttons along the slit in the back.
|My best outdoor shot is of my back... and the flower bed. Ha.|
Still, the day wasn't a total waste. I had a few shots I could use. I decided that my denim skirt is, in fact, too short and so I packed it away for a while. I did get most of my book read. I also read some interesting articles on Picasso and his blue period. I count myself lucky that my blue period was triggered by the purchase of several navy pieces (a Rag and Bone dress, Veronica Beard suit, and Montcler anorak), and not by financial destitution, or personal tragedy.
The weather has changed here in the past few hours. It's very warm, and very, very windy this evening. Hubby and I are hoping for sunny skies and no wind for our first bike ride of the year tomorrow. Fingers are crossed.
We're also hoping for the rain to stop and the waters to recede for those people back home. New Brunswick is experiencing record flooding. My mum and the rest of my family are high and dry, but many friends and neighbours are not so lucky.
The shot below is of the United Church of Canada in Sheffield, New Brunswick, just outside of Fredericton. The large, pryamid- shaped, stone monument you can see in front of the church commemorates the original families, including my Burpee ancestors, who settled the area in the 1700s, and founded the First Congregationalist Church in New Brunswick. The road is well under water, but I do hope the church is not too badly damaged.
|Thanks to Cara Balser for permission to use her photo.|
As it happens, life did not imitate art today. I didn't actually end up going anywhere in my navy and yellow outfit. By the time my car was ready, I had changed back into my sweat pants and a tee shirt for the third time, and I was NOT going to put on that skirt and sweater again.
You know, I've begun to notice that although my passion for wardrobe planning and my love of messing about with outfits has not waned, my enthusiasm for taking photos of said outfits seems to have ebbed somewhat.
So, as Fagin says, "I'm reviewing the situation." And in the coming weeks, you may find me thinking out loud about fashion more, but photographing it less.
And as for the whole outfit post thing, "I think I'd better think it out again"... so to speak.
Now, how about you, my friends? Do you go through "periods" where everything you own seems to be one colour?