Still, I'd get as close as I could with what was on offer in my closet. Once conceived, the picture in my head of my best self drove me on; nothing else would do; even a pale imitation was better than abandoning the idea altogether. Sometimes, if I was very lucky, I'd make a successful foray into the closets of my older sisters. A few times I even absconded with items of my mother's. Inspiration can be downright bossy, you know. A bit of a control freak, even.
|On the left two Max Mara coats, Fall and Winter 2017 from Vogue.com. On the right Asos coat from Lolariostyle on IG.|
Take for instance the three outfits above. Long luscious coats, long enough to billow when one walks. Delicious monchrome-ish layers. Cosy and elegant all of them. Perfect for a Canadian winter. They've been on my Pinterest board on winter layering, and in my head as a result, for weeks and weeks. I adore the two shots on the left, both from Max Mara Fall 2017 collection. But I don't own the pieces which could literally interpret either of those outfits. And since I just bought a short Max Mara coat not that long ago, shopping to achieve this directive was not an option.
But just when my aspirations of long, elegant coats seemed doomed, scrolling through Pinterest also lead me to a solution. When I saw the Asos coat on the right a light bulb went on. That look is much more achievable because, as it happens, I already own a long, hunter green, winter coat. How lucky. And how much more fun it is to try to follow inspiration by rummaging in my closet. More fun and less expensive than shopping. Ha.
|Ready to talk coats?|
You know, it's slightly embarrassing for someone who claims to know their closet as intimately as I do to forget entirely about something as important as a winter coat. But I did. I've had this old hunter green coat for twenty years. I bought it at Holt Renfrew in 1998, the year before I started my new job at my last school. One of Holts' own brands, it's made of wool and cashmere right here in Canada. All these years, and it still looks brand new, and feels as soft as a kitten. I haven't had it out of its garment bag for ages. And I'd forgotten how much I loved it.
|This is a great coat, I think.|
I love the big collar which stands up and is good protection from the wind. I love the fact that it buttons only part way down the front, and has a huge slit up the back so, despite its length, it moves freely when I walk. One might even say it billows. With the self belt in the back, it resembles a military style greatcoat. So, in keeping with that style, I'm wearing it with my khaki jeans from Massimo Dutti, and my green and brown animal print wool scarf bought years ago at Holts.
|Lots of room to kick up my heels in the coat.|
So, that's one inspirational directive easily solved. I wore this outfit to run errands, and go to the library today. Next time I think I'll try all black under the coat, and maybe a different scarf.
These days inspiration is not quite the tyrant it was when I was a teenager. I still get a picture of a look in my head quite frequently, though. And then I'll scrounge and dig through my closets and drawers, to try to achieve what I see in my mind. Or try to replicate something resembling what I've seen on Pinterest, or in a fashion magazine. And I'm not always successful. But I'm a grown up now, not fifteen. I don't have to raid my sister's closet, which let's face it, could be dangerous. I have my own money. I can always shop if I want. That is if inspiration gets so darned bossy that I feel compelled to obey.
|I'd better start shovelling. Ha. Get real. Hubby did it ages ago. I was probably still asleep.|
Hubby and I were discussing falling asleep, after I told him about Laurel's comment on my last post. She mentioned that the night before she and her husband had one of their "random joint insomnia events." Love that line. And that they'd lain in bed talking and laughing instead of each privately spinning their own mental wheels. Isn't that a great story?
So I said this to Hubby and we were laughing about what we do. I, of course, count outfits instead of sheep. Sometimes I work backwards from the present, sometimes the other way. I consciously think of all the favourite outfits I can recall in chronological order. Not year by year, my memory's not that good. I just conjure up pictures of ones I remember. It's imminently satisfying. Drives stressful thoughts and worries away, and calms me right down.
Hubby counts big fish he's caught. And where. Ha. Typical.
But... whatever works, eh?
How about you, my friends? Does inspiration ever get a hold on you? Does a particular outfit idea grab you and not let go until you achieve it? Have you ever counted outfits to fall asleep?
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