My workout wear has almost always been all black. Which, if you think about it, is a bit strange for a dancer. We were always about the flashiest, craziest costumes, so I wonder why I never got into bolder attire in class? It’s a shame really, because now that my dancing ‘career’ is over, I’m finally getting into bolder prints and patterns when it comes to my activewear. No matter what kind of style, I always want to invest wisely into any sort of statement athletic gear. The fits and fabrics need to be top notch and unique. Which, is why I’m so excited to introduce you to the new DAUB | ACTIVE collection, a partner of one of my faves, Daub and Design!
WARNING: This post contains a terribly photoshopped background, a curvy woman in a sports bra, and a borrowed pair of runners that I was forced to wear without socks. All things that may shock and surprise – you’ve been warned.
When it comes to embodying more of this minimalism trend, I do struggle to part with certain pieces. I have LOVED clearing out our place of clutter and when it came to our kitchen, for example, I have seen a direct correlation between getting rid of excess and actually using our kitchen gadgets because we can see/access them. Which, I know will be the case with my wardrobe as well, but how does one not go into personal style crisis whilst trying to purge clothing items? This coat, for instance, was in my donate pile. I was SURE that I was done with leopard print faux fur. Of course, I didn’t get rid of it fast enough, saw that leopard print calling my name recently, and have worn it a bunch the past few weeks. Why is it so challenging to decipher between what you ACTUALLY won’t wear, and what you haven’t worn in a while, but will one day resurface as a must have? The are the ridiculous questions that I have in life.
I’d love to be one of those people who takes things in to be tailored, but the truth is, it never ends up happening. This is my ultimate issue with flared denim. They require hemming, unless you’re cool wearing stilts for shoes and the risk of breaking an ankle. Made it through the day in very low heels with my flared jeans, but they were annoyingly dragging on the ground the entire time. It boils down to the fact that flares simply are not for the inherently lazy and that I should probably stick to slimmer denim.
Turns out that exposed ankles and trench coats were slightly premature, as any wardrobe transition toward spring has ben abruptly halted by yes, you guessed it – more snow. It’s almost sad how unprepared we are for winter here in Vancouver, and perhaps even more pathetic that all we can do is gripe about it. Our trip to Kauai next month seriously cannot arrive soon enough!
We’ve had the tiniest glimpse of spring and I’m already reaching for lighter jeans and my favourite tanks. These sunny warmer days are extra sweet after we’ve had such an extreme winter. Which, I know pales in comparison to the rest of Canada and much of the States, but the Pacific Northwest isn’t usually hit this hard. They are calling for snow again tomorrow and my fingers are crossed that the meteorologists are wrong. I’m throwing a baby shower this weekend and thanks to a series of ironic events, we no longer have snow tires. I’ve got errands to run, people! We’ll get snow tires again for next winter and I’m sure we’ll have another 8 year stretch without snow, because the universe is funny like that.