Prego Profesh-ish

StyleNation, February is almost over and I’m betting MANY of you across North America are more than ready for the end of this crappy stormy month.

Outfit #1: Off-campus meeting

In other news, I’m on research leave but still occasionally have to get out of my pyjamas. For instance, I wore this relatively casual ensemble for an off-campus meeting with a research assistant:


Cotton jersey tunic: Boden (new to blog); White cotton cami: ??; Wool/acrylic stripe drape-front cardigan: (remixed, via Winners); Maternity under-belly dark-wash skinny jeans: Indigo Blue (via Motherhood Maternity – worst store name ever – new to blog); Black leather riding boots: Blondo (via Brown’s, remixed ad nauseum on this blog)

And here, just because I have it, is another view. Can you tell I’m trying to emphasize the baby belly? People keep missing that I’m pregnant. Case in point: upon learning that I am almost 7 months along, a woman I met at a meeting last week said, “Oh, that’s exciting! I thought you were just chunky!


Outfit 1: Things are exactly as they appear

I wore this for a fantastic but very long day on and off-campus during which I co-hosted multiple events with multiple guest speakers. I needed to be super-comfortable.


Wool/acrylic beige and silver cable 3/4 sleeve cardigan: H&M (very old but new to blog); Cotton jersey blue and grey stripe ruched maternity dress: Isabella Oliver (via the indie prego store down the street, new to blog – also, it can be worn post-pregnancy because of all the wicked ruching!); “Silver” bead necklace: craft fair (remixed, old); Brown tights: Hue (plus-size, for my prego comfort); Brown leather boots: Browns (remixed)

Here’s another view. Apologies for cutting out the bootage. It was very early, and I was in a HUGE rush:


Sadly, even with this fantastic dress, things got dire, comfort-wise, by hour 16. Also, tights are the worst if you are (a) pregnant (and thus have ridiculously sensitive skin on the back of your stupid legs), and (b) sitting on hard chairs for much of the day. That said, the dress held its shape all day. Also, its horizontal stripes emphasized the baby belly and minimized the “chunky” talk.

Do you use fashion to help others know/recognize things about you?

How so?

No Repeats: Almost Home

Welcome, StyleNation, to this, my second-last No Repeats post. If I weren’t still participating in this challenge, I probably wouldn’t post the photos that follow. There: you’ve been warned.

1. I wore this stumpifying combo on Monday, a non-teaching and no-meeting day. This sweater, picked up recently during January sales, is more of a challenge to style than I originally anticipated. It seems top-heavy, no?

I’m taking styling suggestions, so please forward at will. With jeans, maybe? Or a heavier boot – the Bondgirls, for example?

Sweater: Groggy (via Winners)
T-shirt: H&M
Watch: Mossimo
Leggings: Groggy (remixed – I know: again)
Boots: Rieker (via Shoe Heaven, remixed)

2. It was freaking freezing yesterday, so my teaching ensemble consisted of my only pair of wool trousers over silk long underwear, and this cashmere and wool blend top. I feel the need to wear natural fibres when things get this cold and dry. Unnatural fibres create too much static electricity. And what if I catch on fire from one of those huge sparks?

Also included is the stainless steel necklace the Hubs gave me recently, having registered my concerns about boob-wrangling (Sheila’s word – see the comments). He assured me this one would do no such thing:

Top: Mango
Trousers: Banana Republic (last year)
Long underwear (not pictured): Mountain Equipment Coop (MEC)
Belt: Nine West (via The Bay)
Invisible Boots: Browns (full-on winter lining, remixed)

3. And today, I am breaking my own rules and wearing skinny jeans on campus because I’m holed up in my office with no plans to see anyone while I slog through this next grant proposal.

I’m also breaking my rules about not wearing pants tucked into boots (a look that usually gives me claustrophobia – what if an emergency arises whereby I need to get at my legs immediately? The unzipping and untucking could add seconds I won’t have). But I’m trying it, just for today, because I like the look on others, and it’s always bothered me to cover up awesome boots with boring pant legs. So far, I’m not feeling exceedingly claustrophobic. And there’s a pleasing amount of boot showing. Perhaps I could do this more often. . .

Tunic: Max Studio (via Winners)
Necklace: The Bay
Microfibre cami: Elita (via The Bay)

Jeans: Revolt (via Winners, remixed)
Boots: as above

What’s up StyleNation? 
Also, how would you style the Groggy sweater in the first photo?

NSFW: The Vegas Report

As previously noted, I recently spent a weekend in Vegas. As requested, the report that follows details some key moments from this trip.

Night/outfit #1: Drinks & Dinner

We flew in on Friday, changed like lightning, then met the Hubs’s friend S and his lovely partner N for drinks and dinner. We see S & N about once a year, so we’ve a LOT of catching up and playing to do when we meet. This was our second meeting in Vegas. And we got a LOT done.

Sartorially, I was most excited about this first ensemble. I picked up the tunic at Winners the day before we left (Vegas requires sparkly things), and I planned to style it by following V’s skin-to-clothing ratio, but modifying it for evening, not workwear (see this and other excellent sartorial rules to live by at this Grit & Glamour post).
I bought the tunic in XL because the medium wasn’t long enough (possibly because it’s a shirt, not a tunic). In retrospect, however, I find this outfit to be the least exciting of the three. The tunic is doing that thing tunics tend to do: eliminating all curves and turning me into a puffy rectangle. In the mirror the night before we flew, and again the first night in Vegas, I perceived curves. But the camera says no, and that sucketh.
Sequin tunic: Forever Fashion (via Winners)
Leggings: [label rubbed off] (via Winners)
OTK boots: France Mode (remixed)
Wristlet/clutch: Mat&Nat
Let’s pretend it’s nighttime. After all, that’s when I wore it.
Hmm. ‘More sparkle, but still no real shape. . .
Wise StyleNation, I turn to you for counsel once again: how can this sparkly tunic/top thingy work in future? Or is it a lost cause?

Night/outfit #2: Buffett Ridiculousness
Regular concerts don’t do it for me. Also, I despise stadium concerts because I can’t see anything good, and then the sound disappears into the rafters, then comes back down to bounce off the concrete walls, so I can’t hear anything good either. But it was the A-Dubs-Hubs’s birthday, and he and S share a love of Jimmy Buffett music. The lovely N is a much better sport about this ridiculous preference than I am. I tried to follow her example on this evening.
In the interests of good sportiness, I agreed to go to dinner at Margaritaville, Jimmy Buffett’s restaurant (it’s a chain, for pete’s sake), before heading to the arena/stadium down the street for the concert. Thankfully, the margaritas over dinner were strong, and the bikini-clad woman who slides down a fake volcano into a giant margarita glass once every hour at this classy establishment appeared to have the night off.
Thinking about the concert we attended, the reason for which this whole Vegas trip was undertaken, inspires fatigue. Depression even. Maybe I’ll just sit down for a minute. . .
Studded pleather & viscose top: Sejis J (via Winners)
Skinny jeans: Revolt (via Winners)
Studded pointy Vegas walking shoes: Fugitive de Francesco Rossi (remixed)
Faux-wine & glass: included to recall multiple debilitatingly strong margaritas consumed pre-concert in effort to will self into Buffett-concert mindset (didn’t work); bonus side effect: giant nap during concert
Moving on: this ensemble breaks my recently-developed rule prohibiting the wearing of jeans and t-shirts out at night. But I dressed down a wee bit anyway as I was told that Buffett concerts are super-casual affairs.
As it turns out, I was still over-dressed. Or under-dressed, depending on your perspective. After all, I was not wearing a toy shark or parrot as a hat; and I was not dressed as a pirate (or a “sexy pirate wench” – whatever that is); nor was I – like many of the shit-faced soft-bodied middle-aged straight white men in attendance – wearing a grass skirt, fake-coconut bra, 16 plastic leis, and a straw hat with blinking lights threaded through it. (please note: neither the Hubs nor S was thus costumed; probably they would also disavow any association with middle-age and soft-bodiedness)
A-Dubs to N: “Seriously? It’s like a Jimmy Buffett-lead cult.”
N to A-Dubs: “Yes. It’s kind of great that they’re so into it. But it’s also kind of sad, if you think about it. ‘All these people dreaming of a better life, but not actually having it.”

Moving on once more.

Can you tell I’ve a new pointy-sided chin-length bob? It’s inspired by N’s awesome style. (Except hers is curly and blond.) I was tired of long hair. I don’t have the time to take care of or style it, so I just wore it up every day. And my face really needs a hair frame.
The jacket pictured below, and the clutch pictured above were involved with this outfit, too.
Also, tall shoes would be better here, no? But this night involved a LOT of walking. I can handle EITHER concert-related OR shoe-related discomfort. Not both. The concert rage discomfort was inevitable; the flat shoes were, therefore, an additional inevitability.
Earrings: The Bay

I keep forgetting to pose with – not drink from – the wine glass. Each time I sip in these photos, the grape juice creates disappointment. And yet, I keep lifting the glass through sheer force of habit.

Night/outfit #3: Tapas, “Love,” Dinner
By far my favourite of the three Vegas nights, this evening saw our happy crew drinking champers over early-evening tapas, then attending “Love,” the Cirque de Soleil show inspired by The Beatles music (a show in which, I’m told, the indomitable Yoko Ono had a creative hand, as this brilliant woman owns the rights to a number of Beatles tunes), then talking into the wee hours over late-night dinner and drinks.

(Still drinking, not posing. Kind of like drowning, not waving.)

Items in this sequence were much smoother when they appeared in Vegas. Today, they’re fresh out of my (just-now-unpacked) suitcase. I do not iron things I’m not wearing into the (real) world.

Blazer: Mexx
Green silk blouse: Banana Republic (gifted from Designer Shoe Whore two xmases ago)
Skinny pants: Mexx (remixed)
Kitten heels (the only ones that have EVER worked for me): Moda (via Shoe Heaven)

Dangly earrings: The Bay
Bunch of bracelets: The Bay (remixed)

In short and to sum up, StyleNation, we should go to Vegas, wear sparkly things, be merry, and take piles of photos doing it all. I had a great time with the crew last weekend; but you and I both know that together, we could make a party bomb.