Matter of Comfort.

le confort fancy lily

I never liked that saying “Beauty is pain !”, I just don’t get how some girls can work from 9am to 6pm plus an hour ride in the subway all day every day wearing a pencil-skirt up high on 12cm heels (but I do respect them, like a lot !).
I am the kind of girl who looooooooves comfort like crazy : I like flats, cotton and loose cuts… It took me a while to get this though, when I was younger I used to buy whatever looked cool to me without worrying about comfort, until I realised it was just impossible to wear more than 10min and it ended up in a box in the cellar. So yeah, it was pretty, but I just couldn’t enjoy it anyway.
So now, I only buy things that look cool to me of course, but that also feels very comfortable. Even heels, sometimes, rarely, but it has to be wearable, not too high. I think I’m the only gal in the world that does not own a pair of stilettos in her closet… (if not, please let me know so I’ll feel less lonely and weird !). The final goal being, as you probably understood, to adapt the level of comfort of my daily outfits to my level of motivation of the day. I do admit that it sounds a little crazy, though.
The problem with this system was that on the days my motivation reached about -10 (and it happened way more than you think), I had absolutely no credibility saying I was working in fashion.
And then, I managed to find a perfect “absolutely-no-motivation” combo that still looked like something : a long cardi, a boyfriend shirt and a printed loose cotton pants, topped with a pair of Birkenstocks (sincerely, this has to get the golden globe of comfiness… Ô joy, peace and love !
But that was BEFORE Joey decided it would be fun to eat my comfy pants, the day after we took these pics, for the only reason that I left him home alone for like 10 minutes to go grocery shopping. Ô despair, sadness and hate !
So now, those days I just don’t feel like it, I just go out wearing jammies, holding my head down hoping no one will recognize me, and I dare to hope I’ll find a new pair of perfect comfy pants one day 😉

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Converse Story.

converse-story


Between age 13 and 18, I only wore Converse.
In highschool, I had a pair of classic high top black Converse. I wore them every single day, to my mother’s great dismay. I’ve worn them to a thread, like pretty much all of my beloved clothes. They were holed everywhere, and I kept on wearing them, with my toe hanging outside from the rubber front. I just couldn’t to throw them away.
Right before, in junior high, I had two pairs of Converse : one turquoise blue, and the other sky blue. I wore them in a turnover, and I sometimes wore one foot with the other so I had different shades of blue on each foot. With orange or pink socks.
Thinking about this now makes me wonder how did I dare to go out wearing this, despite my extreme shyness back then. I had such an experimental style, I wore above the knee green and purple striped socks, short sleeved t-shirt above long sleeved ones, suspenders, berets, mits, all kind of weird things (true facts, I have pictures I’ll show you one day !).
It’s funny how we change in life. Growing up I managed to open up, I’m not shy anymore, but I would never dare to go out weirdly dressed out like I did a few years ago, except maybe on Carnival’s day. But really, “weirdly” is only in your head. Back then, I thought it was pretty much normal to dress this way I didn’t even think about it. Just like today, I’m not thinking about going out wearing shorts, a sweater, glitter socks and new Converse, white and low this time, the logical consequence of my personnal evolution ! In a year time, I’ll probably check this outfit out wondering “but why ?!”.
But today, I felt like wearing this, and I like it, so that’s what matters. Although, it would be nice if you liked it too ! 😉

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