7 Reasons Why Skirts are Better than Pants

Take one look at my Instagram profile and you’ll notice that I pretty much always wear skirts when I venture outdoors. On the rare occasion that I don pants, usually somebody points and shrieks, “YOU’RE WEARING PANTS!” as though I spend most of my days in my skivvies. Skirts are better than pants. Here are seven reasons why: Skirts Disguise My Short Legs Anyone with short legs knows how much...

Why I’m Quitting Fast Fashion

I’ve thinking about quitting fast fashion for a while, but that shit requires commitment. Sometimes you just need a kick in the face, and I finally got it. Back in summer, I needed a white dress. I found a white dress. (NOTE: I didn’t buy it from the site listed. I got it from Hudson’s Bay.) Regular price, it was $69.99 CDN, but it was on sale for $27.99. When...

Style Guide: Pattern Mixing Like A Boss

I’m just gonna pat my own back here: one of the most frequent comments I receive about my clothing choices is how good I am at pattern mixing. It’s definitely become the most fun about discovering fashion and developing my own looks. I’ve always been a visual person. I love patterns and textures and colour. They really do make me happy and help stabilize my moods. People often tell me...

My Makeup Essentials

My love of makeup started late. I’m an elder millennial, so I didn’t really know what the hell I was doing until only recently. As in, 2016-ish? I can’t really say that I would have ever been comfortable walking into a Sephora until just last year or so. In this last year, though, I have amassed a nice selection of makeup essentials. My husband would tell you that I went...

Lust List: Chic Christmas Sweaters

Winter has come, and now sweater season is now upon us! Seeing that Christmas pretty much starts in October now, it makes sense that one should own more than one holiday sweater. “Ugly Christmas sweater” have become a legit millennial necessity, available all over Amazon and every crappy t-shirt shop online. Sure, a half-decent sweatshirt with Jon Snow on the front might win you the prize at your next ugly...

Mug Collection: Cath Kidston “Mews Ditsy” Stanley Mug

Let’s get frivolous and talk about mugs, shall we? If there’s anything that says “millennial woman”, it’s a mug collection. Despite my husband’s insistence that we don’t need more mugs, I’ll take one home every so often, promising that we’ll get rid of all the matching ones eventually. We haven’t yet, which is a good thing that I’m picky. Every so often I’ll come across a great mug only to...

A Third Life Housewife/Full-Time Middle-Class Retail Associate (Kind of Writer) Crisis

I was going to buy myself a new pair of shoes tonight but then I compared my bank account to my credit card statement and I realized where my money really needed to go. I had a drink instead. Long story shot, I can freely admit that my plans with this blog have not come near to fruition. I’m still trying to figure out what it is I’m supposed to...

Filling Up Your Closet: Where to Shop Now that Modcloth Has Sold Its Soul

I’m sure by now that most of the “online shopper community” has heard the news of beloved indie boutique, Modcloth, is soon to be acquired by Jet.com, a company owned by Wal-Mart. As far as small companies go, this is relatively par for the course, but for consumers like myself who like to make shopping choices reflect our personal values, it’s a hard hit. For years Modcloth has been a...

I’ve Entered the Dirty Thirties

For the last few months I’ve been excited about turning thirty. There’s something about growing out of a decade of life you’ve mentally drifted away from that feels satisfying. I haven’t exactly lived the standard life of a woman in her 20’s for a while. That pivotal moment of becoming an “adult” for me was buying a house, and after that the parties I used to throw became less frequent....

Sharon Morris: My Spirit Mom

I’m just gonna get straight to this: Being a new mom was rough goings for me. I don’t know if I had any legit symptoms of PPD. I thought about it sometimes, but was convinced that things weren’t “that bad”. Of course the late nights and the aching tits and numb wrists and the horrible feeling of being tethered to the sound of that newborn gremlin cry and whatever else...