This weekend, Adam and I are going to Vancouver for a romantical getaway. I know: â€œGet a room, guys,â€ right? Weâ€™ll stay at Adamâ€™s brother, Brendanâ€™s, place, which is in False Creek. I donâ€™t know why Iâ€™m telling you that, since you very well may have no idea where that is. But itâ€™s lovely and while we stay there (Adam lived with Bren during his 8 months of co-op terms in Van), I like to pretend we live in this fabulous downtown-ish condo and are all metropolitan and stylish. Hey, it works for me.
Needless to say, picking outfits is of great importance for such a jaunt, since LET ME TELL YOU, there is a great void in the middle of the Georgia Strait, into which all style is absorbed before passengers alight upon Vancouver Island. Iâ€™m not being snotty, since I live on the island and love it there, but seriously, you guys: Something happens between Schwartz Bay and Tsawwassen and itâ€™s not fashionable. I mean, I have left Victoria feeling like Iâ€™m lookinâ€™ pretty put together, and by the time I reach Vancouver, I feel like Iâ€™m a clamdigger gone far, far astray.
It probably has something to do with the shopping. Vancouver has way better shopping. Donâ€™t even get me started on Seattle (oh, I love you, Nordstrom Rack). Since Adam began his coaching training south of the 49th Parallel, Iâ€™ve become much more stylish (in my humble opinion). The options and prices are just SO much better. Victoria has some awesome indie shops and labels, but the prices are pretty much out of my grasp.
To be fair, though, I think a lot of my style metamorphosis has come about thanks to Pinterest. Iâ€™ve always had great ideas of what Iâ€™d like to do, but without the pieces, itâ€™s hard to put it into action. I like to peruse the ensembles and see what works for me and what I might be able to do. Iâ€™ve learned that I can play with accessories (something I think Iâ€™ve really shied away from in the past), which really helps to refresh my pieces and enables a much more creative use of my wardrobe. And yes, my wardrobe is plentiful. Iâ€™ve got a good idea of what I like and I take exceptionally good care of my clothes. Clothes and fashion bring me a lot of joy, which sounds lame and materialistic, but really, itâ€™s just a way I like to express my creativity (along with every other thing I do all day longâ€”Iâ€™m an artist at heart. Always was.).
And then thereâ€™s my shoes. My affection for footwear is really enough fodder for an entire blog, or at least itâ€™s own post, so I wonâ€™t say much in this one, but suffice it to say that my motherâ€™s been calling me Imelda Marcos for as long as I can remember. I like shoes, and I like good ones, at that. Really, I like good quality everything. Iâ€™m not a brand junkie, but I know what I like, and when that coincides with a quality item, Iâ€™m sold (over and over again). I think thatâ€™s the topic of another post.
So, where was I going with this massive digression? Oh yes, to Vancouver. Where there is shopping (though I have not a lot of money and am aware of my impending trip to Seattle next weekendâ€¦). Adam still owes me a birthday present and we decided weâ€™d shop for it together (thatâ€™s a two-fer for me!)â€¦ Iâ€™ll let you know how it turns out!
What do you like to spend your money on? Are clothes and fashion as a form of personal expression important to your identity? If not, what is?