So… It is March 30th and we’ve gotten yet another dumping of snow here in Montreal. It’s been a Westeros kind of winter, and spring is never coming. Never.
I ordered this awesome T-shirt dress from Boohoo a couple of weeks ago and (stupid me) had thought that the weather would actually be starting to get a little more spring-like by the time it arrived so I wouldn’t have to try and make yet another great dress look awkwardly cute with winter boots; but alas, here I am, all dressed in white, looking out the window at a vast sea of the like.
It is incredibly soft and comfortable – it feels so smooth against my skin. It’s just a plain oversized, boxy T-shirt with side slits, but I love how it manages to be so chic in its simplicity and so feminine in its straight lines.
I’ve left the silhouette of this flowy frock uninterrupted and decided against a belt, as I had originally imagined wearing it; and instead chose to accessorize with this gorgeous art deco style, short necklace, cuff bracelet and hand chain with jade detail. Also, I’ve spared you all from having to see me in my salt stained, slightly deformed looking, unintentionally tri-colored Ugg boots; and in lieu, I’ve paired the look with my favorite flats, from Forever 21.
Since I’m still rocking the straight hair look, (in a very scientific experiment to see how long I can actually go without washing my hair before my husband asks for a divorce / an attempt to preserve the straightened hair that I know I cannot reproduce without professional assistance) I’ve topped off my ensemble with one of my new Babooshka Boutique turbans, in this fantastic nude shade, which just so happens to look amazingly cool and effortless with my temporarily straight locks, despite the constant effort required to keep it from sliding up the back of my unfortunately, flat head.
Ironically enough, I almost feel like my look could find itself a place somewhere among the hustle and bustle in the city of Qarth, which I suppose is better than how I feel right now – a murderous White Walker trudging through a land of endless ice and snow. It may be a never ending winter, but I suppose it could be worse. I could be a Dothraki woman. (Although, I wouldn’t mind getting manhandled by Khal Drogo just a little, if he were still around… Yum!)