As a blogger, sometimes you get sent clothes that are just not what you expected. Actually, I believe that is a general rule for buying any clothes online; it may not fit because you can’t try it on and you don’t get the chance to see or feel the quality beforehand. There have been many times, with both gifted items and ones bought myself, where I just end up selling it or giving it away because it was not what I expected or did not fit. That, however, has never been the case with my Mod Dolly pieces. Their pieces have always been true to size (at least, for me), the quality is fantastic, especially for an independent label and they are totally practical items to have in my closet. The thing about my Mod Dolly pieces is that I can actually live in them. Some of the clothes I have, I worry about them ripping or getting stained, or not being able to stand everyday wear and tear. But my Mod Dolly pieces have never felt that way. Sure, they are adorable and feminine, but they are tough and sturdy and make me feel my best when wearing them. And that’s what I want in clothes. I want them to reflect me, in all ways. Not just in style, but in actual wearability. I want them to be able to withstand my lifestyle. Sure, some clothes are mean’t for special occasions, mean’t for gentle care. Those pieces are special, but they’ll never be as special as the pieces that join me through my whole life; the average and the outstanding, the good and the bad.
Happy Thanksgiving my Canadian Pals
This time last year I was going through a lot of changes – My ex and I broke up, I moved out of our place and I was temporarily living in my friends spare bedroom waiting to move into my new place. While all of that sounds pretty shit, it really wasn’t so bad. There were so many things that felt like a fresh start and a chance to make things better and different for myself. Now I am sat here, after almost a year, on a couch I bought for myself only a few weeks ago (ya, finally!), in an apartment filled with things I love, and I can’t help but feel content. While the bad was right bad, which at times felt insurmountable, I remember believing there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Yes, that over-used, cheese saying, but those were the perfect words for it. I felt trapped for awhile, unsure of what was the right decision, but I knew that on the other side of this mess, that when I did find a way out, there would be a little bit more light each day.
I’m not going to pretend things are all hunky dory (what am I 80?) everyday, because they aren’t, but I have a whole lot to be thankful for everyday. So it’s fitting that today is Canadian Thanksgiving, seems like the right day to be counting the things in my life that are shiny and bright and give me light, each and everyday.
What are you thankful for?