Summer in Toronto has been a little anti-climactic. An extended spring seems to have never quite given way to summer, even long after the summer solstice has passed. Things haven’t felt as bustling as they have in the past. And me? I’ve been locked away in my own world crafting something special.
There are many reasons bloggers decide to start chronically their lives in the digital sphere. While I’ve stopped and started multiples times, I’ve been running this particular blog for over a year and a half. I look up to the OGs of the blogosphere like Feral Creature who has been blogging for 10 years now. She recently published a post about being at a crossroads in her journey and it made me stop and think about my own path.
All puns aside, I found my heart in bomber jacket-form. I knew instantly I had to give it the Love Mirian treatment. This little baby here is butter smooth to the touch, has a super cool design, and its reversible style makes it twice as nice.
Every year around this time a new class of students completes their current level of education and must decide if they will advance to a higher level or enter “the real world”. I was 17-years-old when I graduated from the charter arts high school I had been attending in Michigan. I had been accepted to Savannah College of Art and Design’s Fashion program with a scholarship and was so excited to be beginning this new chapter all on my own.
That was years ago. I am very different from the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, out-of-state pupil I started out as. If I had to go back and do it again, there are definitely things I would change and some I wouldn’t. But since I can’t, hopefully this open letter to my former self will be of help to those now in the same shoes I once wore.
When one door closes, another one opens…
“The greatest thing about going through Hell is you come out on FIRE!” — Kimberly Jones Pothier
Right now I am the farthest possible from Coachella. Instead of soaking in music and sun in the California heat I am in brisk, windswept Toronto nursing the cold I woke up to this morning.
I’ve always wanted to go to California, specifically LA, since I was very young. The palm trees and laid back, unbuttoned attitude has always been alluring to me. Music has also been one of my loves since childhood so imagine how jelly I feel about not being at Coachella right now.
Oh well I guess. Maybe next year? But until then a girl can pretend. If I were there, this is an example of something I’d wear this weekend. A look with mix and match print-on-print and a bohemian, artisanal flair. Maybe we should all get into some fun festival season styles, close our eyes, and just daydream.
Have you ever met someone who, upon just knowing them a few moments, you knew was incredibly special? Some people just have a little extra sunshine in them. This is the story of how I met an angel at the Starbucks drive-through.
Yesterday was Day 1 of the Spring/Summer 2016 season of Toronto Fashion Week (also known as World MasterCard Fashion Week) and I was happy to kick it off by seeing two of the runway shows that night, Matthew Gallagher and Sid Neigum. Both are highly praised as the next emerging voices in Canadian fashion with Gallagher’s aesthetic being soft, sweet, and feminine while Neigum’s is dark, powerful, and architectural.