Showing posts with label mustard cardigan. Show all posts
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February 18, 2014

Serenity sought, and found, while wearing my beloved Freddies jeans, at Yellow Lake




Outfit details

Royal blue floral print scarf: eBay
White rose stud earrings: Claire's
Emerald green camisole: Ricki's
Mustard yellow cardigan: Loft by Ann Taylor (bought on eBay)
Pink rhinestone rose brooch: eBay
Bangle bracelets: Assorted sources
1940s style side button jeans: Freddies of Pinewood
1950s corduroy bucket purse: etsy seller Rue 23 Vintage Clothing
1940s style black shoes: Thrifted (Salvation Army)
Lip colour: Clinique Raspberry Glace


Photography by Tony Cangiano































Relatively few of us live out in the wilds of nature any more. Most, it's fair to say, return home to an address that is either located smack, dab inside of a town or city, or which can reach one in a matter of minutes. Even those who have opted to live far further from the hustle and bustle of a community are rarely without at least a few of signs, stresses, and sounds of modern city life (such as visible traffic, telephone poles, and airplanes flying overhead).

I love city and town living, don't get me wrong. In fact, given the option between living in the backwoods or on the main street of a pulsating metropolis, the city option will nearly always win out for me (I was born a stone's throw away from Vancouver and have adored big cities since the youngest of ages), but sometimes one needs - really and truly needs in the pit of their soul to head as far away from an urban center as possible.

As awesome as a week in the country may be, if that's not in the cards (and it rarely is!), I'm grateful to have a few locations around our part of the province where I can retreat and quietly collect my thoughts, skip some of my worries out into the water along with smooth rocks, and breath in hearty lungfuls of pure, fresh, glorious Canadian air.

Three Mile Beach in Naramata, which I blogged about last summer is one such spot, another is Yellow Lake, located between Penticton and the small community of Keremeos (which houses Bear's Farm produce market). Though a leg of British Columbia Highway 3A runs directly past it, with cars buzzing all the while, there is still a tremendous sense of tranquility to this small, beautiful lake.

In the summer, Tony adores heading here after work or on the weekends to cast his line and whittle away the hours, and I'm fond of visiting it not only to accompany him while he fishes, but to simply decompress and be at one with nature. Something that we all, at times desperately, need to do far more often than we're prone to. An hour or two spent outdoors probably won't erase all of your troubles, but it can usually help send at least a couple packing and give you a renewed sense of energy to help tackle many of the others.

For this overcast afternoon of wilderness zen seeking, I opted to wear my massively adored Freddies vintage style side button jeans and mustard yellow Loft by Ann Taylor cardigan (last seen here), an emerald green lace trimmed camisole, a beautiful floral print scarf in shades of royal blue, green, yellow, pink and white; a sparkling pink rhinestone rose brooch, a stack of bangles, and my trusty 1950s corduroy bucket bag to create a casual, colourful chilly weather ensemble.

In the warmer months, one sees tiny turtles swimming in the water, fish leaping out (especially in the very early morning hours), along with myriad birds soaring overhead or resting amongst the tall grass of the shoreline. Shimmering winged dragonflies rest leisurely on the lake's surface, an occasional fox darts out of the woods, and even a snake or two - hopefully of the non-rattle tailed variety - can be spotted every now and then. It's a slice of the woods, of mother nature's backyard, and of calmness that takes less than half an hour to reach and which never fails to sooth and rejuvenate weary spirits.

With spring not that terribly far off, I'm sure we'll soon start heading down that way more often again, be it for fishing, settling frazzled nerves, or simply sitting on a wooden dock and basking in the sunshine. For while I do love cities and towns, there's a part of me that will always crave the great outdoors as well, especially when my mind needs to unwind and get away from the daily grind for a spell.

December 29, 2013

In which I pose like a pool player, sport a lovely mustard cardigan, and show you my parents' rec room


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Outfit details

Red and navy blue mini hair bows: (Probably) Claire’s
Red plastic rose stud earrings: Claire's
1950s/early 60s plaid short sleeve skirt:
Divine Vintage
Mustard yellow cardigan: Loft by Ann Taylor (bought on eBay)
Vintage (c. 1950s) Austrian glass plum fruit brooch: eBay
1950s corduroy bucket purse: etsy seller
Rue 23 Vintage Clothing
Vintage button front denim skirt (c. 1980s): etsy seller
Sempre Vintage
1950s blue gloves: eBay
Brown round toe pumps:
Pipsqueaks and Damsel's Consignment Store
Nude seamed stockings: eBay
Lip colour: MAC Russian Red
 

Photography by
Antonio Cangiano

 




















Five handy ways in which to tell that I'm not, even if you exclude the fact that from a health standpoint, I'd have a very challenging time shooting an actual game if I wanted to, a real pool player:

1. I'm wearing vintage gloves, indoors, while holding a pool cue.

2. I had to ask my mom to show me how to position my fingers properly (or roughly so) to hold said cue.

3. One of my beloved Austrian glass fruit brooches is pinned to my cardigan, where in theory, it could risk getting damaged if I was actually shooting a game.

4. I haven't chalked the the tip of the cue.

5. See number one again, it really tells you everything you need to know.  :)


I highly doubt I'll ever do much, if any, in the way of more pin-up/cheesecake/glamour girl style photo shoots, it's just not something I personally feel comfortable with taking part in (zero qualms with the genre, I just don't feel pulled towards being a part of it), but every now and then it is fun to take some pictures, even impromptu ones in my parents' basement, with a prop or two that evokes a super subtle pin-up vibe.

As winter bares down ever harder, and more and more days (and nights) are spent indoors, wrapped snugly in multiple layers, steaming mugs of cocoa or hot apple cider never far from hand, it only seems natural that a post in which the photos were taken in this particular location sprang to life. Living mere minutes apart, Tony and I frequently spend time at my folk's house (and vice versa), and when the mercury plummets, we often make a beeline for their lovely (finished) basement, which boasts a terrific wood burning stove.

For those who do more than just hold a pool cue and smile for the camera, there's a table to enjoy, and that my parents and Tony (who really developed a love for the game last year, and is quite the natural at it) regularly do, as I happily watch from the sofa, stocking the fire blazing in the stove (which we hadn't turned on yet that day) every now and then and listening to the icy wind hum, wail and sing outside.

These are the kinds of get togethers that call for casual attire, often in the form of separates, and a heavier weight skirt + a shirt or blouse + a cardigan or sweater is one of my very favourites for just such an evening.

In this case, I partnered my favourite cardigan buy of the year (a lovely mustard yellow Loft number that I bought, new with tags, on eBay for less than half its retail price), with a great 50s/very early 60s plaid short-sleeved shirt that I bought on our recent travels to Calgary, button front denim skirt, wide red belt, gorgeous vintage plum shaped Austrian crystal brooch (interestingly, and entirely coincidentally, the last time I wore one of these kinds of brooches on camera, it was here, at my parents' place as well), those dead-giveaway-that-I'm-not-a-real-pool-player blue 1950s gloves (a gal should never be glove-less anywhere in the winter!), and classic brown pumps.

Easy as pie to put together and just as comfy as comfy can be to wear, whether one is decking the tree, baking festive cookies, playing cards, getting ready to ring in the new year, or pretending to shoot a game of pool just for the good, old-fashioned fun of it. :)