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Rolling That Rock: Still Shopping for Jeans

Yep. There he is. Old Sisyphus, still rolling that rock. And me, I’m still shopping for jeans. reasonandmeaning.com I wrote a post last month about that Sisyphean journey… shopping for the perfect jeans. Seemingly endless, frustrating, often futile… shopping for jeans is definitely worthy of the …

fashion

Streamside Chic… or… How My Other Half Lives

I came across this picture of Karlie Kloss in a Saint Laurent dress and hip waders in the December issue of Vogue. Is this streamside chic … or what? I’m sure this outfit is what my colleagues imagined I’d be wearing …

fashion

Springing Forward… Into Spring… I Hope

Last week, when I was down east visiting my mum, we set our clocks forward an hour to Daylight Saving Time. Moving the clocks forward has always been a sign of spring. A sort of “springing forward” into spring.  Sort of. Except it didn’t look …

books

Being a Teenager Can Be Murder… Literally.

I’m home in New Brunswick this week and next. Staying with my mum in her new little home. Mum moved out of the old farmhouse a couple of years ago, and into a much smaller, and more manageable house, but …

fashion

Is Normcore Still A Thing?

In case you missed it, early last year, the New York trend forecasting agency K-Hole coined the term, Normcore, to describe the way young hipsters were dressing, in eighties-style mom jeans, sneakers, and ill-fitting white tee shirts (a la Seinfeld …

life

Surviving Winter and Staying Fit… AND Sane.

It has been a great winter for snow so far. And by great, I mean that we’ve had lots of it, although nothing like the huge dumps they’ve had further east. Hubby says that it’s been many years since we’ve …

fashion

Sisyphean Shopping… or… The Search for the Perfect Jeans

  I need a new pair of jeans. No… really… I do.   My Paige Hidden Hills, straight legged jeans recently bit the dust The fabric went all pucker-y in places, which is not surprising, since I wore them all …

books

Downstairs, Not Upstairs, Books

 Last week I had lunch with a friend with whom I share a love of Jane Austen, Anita Brookner, mystery novels and all things Mitford. Over our coffee, as we gushed a bit about Downton Abbey… the elegant clothes, the sumptuous settings…, …

fashion

Legging Love

My, my, my… but there’s been a lot of media chatter about leggings these last few weeks. I guess this is partly due to that Oregon blogger, Veronica Partridge, who made a “personal vow”  to “stop wearing leggings and yoga pants …

books

When Well-Loved Books Become Movies, and Mini-Series… Maybe

As I said in my last post, I recently (finally) finished Donna Tartt’s book The Goldfinch. I think she is a wonderful writer. Although I must say there were times when I wished her editors had been a bit more strict with …

life

Vintage Dreams

I finally finished reading Donna Tartt’s stunning (and hefty) novel The Goldfinch. I had it signed out of the library for two weeks only and, at over 700 pages, reading that sucker took every spare minute I could find of …

books

Further Consequences of Reading: The Goldfinch and “Value Added” Books

I’m a bit late on the bandwagon, I know… but I’ve just started reading Donna Tartt’s newest book, The Goldfinch. I was a little hesitant to even begin it, despite all the praise I’ve heard. My experience last fall with Eleanor …

fashion

One Year Old … and OOTW

Today High Heels in the Wilderness is one year old. So my blog is old enough to start to walk a little, and say first words… and eat cake. But with much, much more learning and growing to come. Yep. …

travel

Going South

Last year. Today I’ve been thinking about last year. When we escaped the endless winter by going south… twice.  When we spent two weeks before Christmas in Costa Rica. A week on the west coast at a small resort near Quepos, where …

books

Paris Dreaming

The view from my window these past three days has varied, to say the least. From brown grass and ice-covered river, to sideways snowfall, to nothing while the freezing rain pelted my window and obscured the view altogether, and finally to a limp, …