Cabins, crochet and THE ONE.

May 2010 in a Topshop on Princes Street in Edinburgh. I was busy wandering through aisles being mesmerized by racks of marvelous garments, cursing under my breath why we don't have this store in B.C when a young girl walked by, caught my eye and made my head turn. Although I'm sure she looked lovely, it wasn't her looks that had me floored, it was the most amazing and simple top she had on. It was some sort of white open cable knit sweater, not too thick, but just enough bagginess so that I could see she had a white tank underneath.

Of course being way too shy/lame to actually ask the girl where she found her top I missed out on the opportunity but figured I could find it somewhere on my own. What a goof I am. I searched high and low. Chain stores, online, thrift stores, google. Nothing. I pictured pairing it with a tight fitted bodysuit underneath that was black and speckled with bold florals or a white tank like my Scottish friend who I probably frightened with my stares. I make friends quick!



You know when you have those days/months/decades where you feel you have nothing to wear and you wander absent-mindedly through the mall or consignment stores or outlets or thrift stores and you feel like you've visited every retail building in every single city and you're just waiting for that one piece of clothing to jump out at you and then one day you find that item and you'll know when it's the one, because you gasp and grab it tightly because suddenly all those other ladies in the store must be onto you that you've found THE ONE and they are now your mortal enemies whom you must fight off on your way to the cash register and fuck it you're not even trying it on there is NO TIME!! of course they'll want the one too and your shit-eating grin will be wiped clean off your smug face and you'll look up and scowl at no one and everyone in particular, just try and pry this outta my hands bitches. and then you realize this is the best thing you have going in your closet and obviously you'll need a VERY special occasion to wear it on and you wait for that perfect moment and it will come and everyone will OOOOHHH and AHhhhhh and fall all over themselves trying to talk to the girl with the MOST AMAZING outfit ever and they'll shower you with delicious drinks/free vehicles/rainbow confetti and they'll want to be you, but then FEAR strikes when you realize BALLLS!!!&$#%! I can never wear this again, because that special wardrobgasmic experience will never be topped, they'll be like what that old thing again?! now I need to find a new $*#& amazing piece which is a load of horse poo because that first piece took me months/years/Amotherf*ckingLIFETIME to find, and this effect is highlighted times 3.4 billion goldplated puppies in blog world because everything is documented meticulously via photos and date stamps and either you wear clothes over and over (like real life!!?!) or you're fashion lightly cooked bread and you get freebies, but either way they'll find you and judge you right into the ground.

What I'm trying to say is:   this is my ONE.

I found it after much patience, (ok, that's a lie) in a thrift store and basically threw the $6 bones it cost towards the till as I ran out the door with it.

Sun hat ~ $4 from a Willams Lake walmart. I know!

Purple Bandeau ~ American Apparel

Sweater ~ Thrifted :D

Shorts ~ rolled down romper from The Garage

Scenery ~ well you'd have to thank my parents for th- OH!? you MEAN the water and nature and such?! well then ~ boyfriend's cabin on Lac La Hache.

the good news is.. I like... no.. I LOVE wearing things over and over again. Call me smart, but it's kind of what clothes are meant for. Furthermore, my favourite bloggers are the ones who wear their clothes repeatedly and style them in various ways. It like, uh, gives me ideas and stuff. In summation, you'll be seeing much, much more of this handmade gem of a sweater. So this confession completely negates the rant above which means you can disregard, rest easy and save your letters of referral to be committed for another day.


PS: I asked the boyfriend what he thought of my top and he replied that I look like a tablecloth... so there you have it... both me and my kitchen table can wear it.