Last Wednesday evening I did something that I had been hoping to do for a long time, and attended a Moxom & Whitney Flower School evening in their gorgeous storefront in the Ori Building, Braddon.
For those of you not familiar with they name, Moxom & Whitney is Canberra’s most dynamic Florist by-far, and I have rapidly come to think of theirs as the only sensible place to purchase flowers in the ACT. Located in the heart of Braddon’s Lonsdale Street Traders precint in the heart of Canberra, Moxom & Whitney is a luxurious oasis of indulgence. Co-owned by Lou Moxom and Belinda Whitney, the duo deliver blooms with a unique, organic wholesomeness that is distinctly creative. As soon as I heard about their Flower School evenings I knew that it was something that I needed to do, and so I recently booked myself in for the Wednesday evening course. (more…)
I had this shirt made by a travelling tailor, which adds salt to the wound of the fact that I actually hate it. The cut of the shirt is great, and it is a lovely cotton fabric- I just really hate the colour. Some would call it coral, some salmon, others melon. Whatever you call it, there is no denying that it is hideous, and not at all what I was expecting when the tailor said ‘bright orange’. Now, after spending more than I care to disclose on the shirt, I’m stuck not wanting to throw it out, but equally hating to wear it.
I try to force myself to wear the shirt once a month, so I’ve worn it in today’s outfit:
Blue and white striped seersucker blazer – Meeting Street, Etsy Coral tailored button-down shirt – Euromerican Tailors, Hong Kong Blue and white striped seersucker necktie – Vintage Brooks Brothers Gold tone tie bar – gift Black leather belt – repurposed from wedding ensemble Dark indigo Riley loose tapered jeans – G-Star, eBay Blue leather boots with buckles – G-Star
I’ve received a few compliments on the colour of the shirt today, and especially with regards to pairing it with the seersucker blazer. I have to admit I felt a little like a candy-striper in this outfit, or like I should be working in an icecream truck. At least, I guess, it is a solid colour to block against the stripes of the seersucker.
It has been a grey and miserable Saturday here today in Canberra, so I thought it was a perfect time to kick off my Wardrobe Stories again, as no one needs to see an Ensemble Post about my sweatpants. This t-shirt is one of the first DIY projects I ever did. I purchased the shirt from the Bega Salvation Army store in high school for maybe $2.50? I grabbed it because it was blue and because it was already worn-in and exceptionally soft. I think it had a tag when I bought it but I cannot remember. I do, however, remember that I did not buy the shirt with a view to making anything out of it. I just liked the shade of blue.
One weekend I was bored and feeling creative, and so I raided my growing collection of sewing supplies, most of which were stolen from my mother (sorry mummy) or purchased from the local op shops. I had a pile of rectangles of fabric I’d pulled out of a fabric sample book of my mothers (again, sorry mum); and I decided that I really wanted to sew these to the front of the shirt in a grid pattern. I asked my mum for help, and she showed me how to affix the fabric with iron-on glue and pins, making sure they were spaced evenly, and then helped me to sew them on. I loved the shirt, and honestly I still do to this day. It fit me better when I was younger and 20 kilos lighter, but it is even softer today than the day that I bought it. It has, however, deteriorated significantly over the 12 years that I have owned it for. As you can see from these photos, the stitching around the neck and hem has come undone and there is a significant hole at the neck now. The material is incredibly pilled. I’ve also lost one of the original fabric samples entirely, replacing it with a fabric that shrunk, and a second sample is barely hanging on by a few stitches and what remains of the iron-on glue.
I don’t wear the t-shirt out of the house anymore on account of how wretched it looks now, but the thing is, I cannot bring myself to part with the shirt. I have loved this shirt for 12 whole years. It has accompanied me to high school classes and university lectures, on holidays, to the movies, shopping, and I’m fairly certain I even wore it on a date once. Hell, I’ve worn this t-shirt to my 9-5 Public Service job I think, and likely not even on a Casual Friday! I think I’ve received more compliments on this shirt in my lifetime than any other garment I own! And I just don’t want to throw it away in the trash, or worse, for someone else to find and wear, or to use as a rag. So, I am thinking, and I know how ridiculous and sentimental this is; but I am thinking of having the shirt FRAMED and hanging it in my office space. Because it’s not just a shirt that I have literally loved to death; it’s a testament to my own creativity and ability to actually make something, instead of just buying it.
What do you think? Should I keep the shirt? Is it crazy to get it framed? Is that crossing into new territory of vainglorious exploit? Weigh-in on my inner monologue in the comments below.
If I have said it once I have said it a thousand times– I love my jeans.
Not specifically the pair I wore today (Though they are among my favourites), but all jeans and denim trousers in general. As a wardrobe staple they are, time and again, the most forgiving and understanding garments. They can tend to be a little stayed and plain as a result though, and I am starting to feel that I could really do with more jeans in my wardrobe.
Today I wore:
Navy pinstriped merino blazer – Ermenegildo Zegna, thrifted Blue and white micro-stripe shirt – T.M. Lewin, ebay Navy and orange silk necktie – Robert Talbot, Etsy Gold-tone cufflinks and tie clip – gift Navy and orange ribbon belt – Polo Ralph Lauren Lightly distressed ARC-cut jeans – G-Star Blue leather boots – G-Star
I have three pairs of Levis that I thrifted recently sitting in my DIY pile which I have been meaning to do something with, and so I think maybe this weekend or next it will be time to bust them out and do something a little daring; in order to give my wardrobe a denim injection. I have a few ideas, not necessarily corporate aligned ideas either… Good thing where I work is fairly lax by public service standards. I have been seeing a few different denim looks on the runways lately that I have felt like trying to replicate. I’ll let you be the judge of whether they pass once I’ve actually DONE the DIY.
It was not intentional at all, but I sort of planned an ensemble for today that has left me looking like I should be hauling up crab-pots out of the freezing Atlantic Ocean while swearing at the camera on Deadliest Catch. I don’t necessarily think that this is a bad thing, and as a look I sort of dig the combination, sort of L.L. Bean meets Red Lobster meets Australian suburbanite homosexual…
Today’s deadliest outfit is:
navy woollen Puffer-Jacket – Country Road off-white long-sleeved Top – Country Road prawn keyring worn as Necklace – random Crasian store in Melbourne black leather Belt – from a Wedding ensemble sherbet orange pleat-fronted Slacks – Polo Ralph Lauren black leather Chelsea Boots – Country Road
I found this prawn keyring/phone decoration when I was last in Melbourne, before I became violently ill and collapsed into a hysterical, sobbing wreck that my best friend had to tend to for several days. The tail is articulated and the whole prawn ‘scuttles’ when you pull a string it is attached to. Aside from a few confused “Why are you wearing that?”s, the Necklace has been a big hit thus far, and is ironically fitting for this ensemble.