One Woman’s Trash…

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One of the things I love about my day job as a second-hand clothing buyer is having amazing – sometimes one of a kind – clothes fall into my lap, figuratively and quite literally. Take for example this vintage Wrangler denim jacket and page boy hat; two pieces I knew I would like in my closet after seeing others wear similar ones, but pieces I would likely never actively seek out on my own. Thing is, neither of these things are essentials (is anything other than one of something ever essential though?), so they become something left to fate…if I happen upon it one day, certainly I’ll purchase it (as long as it’s not too expensive), but if I don’t, that’s okay.  However, I am damn pleased these two came into my life, especially this denim jacket. I love this jacket! Love it. To be honest, I’ve never even owned a denim jacket. I’ve tried on my fair share of them in my life, but I never truly fancied any…until this one. The second I saw this one, before even trying it on, I knew it was what I had been holding out for – the indigo colour, the 70s cut (to the best of my knowledge it is from the 70s), the slightly worn, however sturdy denim…it’s just the best. I hope to be able to carry it with me throughout my life, so it kind of baffles my mind that someone decided to give it away. But as they say…one woman’s trash is another woman’s treasure and whatnot.

-WHAT I WORE-
Jacket: vintage Wrangler (similar) | Top: H&M | Skirt: BDG | Shoes: Nine West | Hat: vintage
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The Ginger Files

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Many years ago my father bought me a book “The Roots of Desire” which was about the history and power of having red hair, in an effort to help me understand my natural red hair was something to take pride in rather than feel ashamed of. At the time, getting that book just annoyed me; I am and always have been a very independent thinker, and I hate when people presume my thoughts and feelings to be misguided and that maybe they need readjusting. And at that time I was also a teenager…so there’s that. I read bits of the book, but I never finished it and after one too many moves and owning way too much shit, I decided to get rid of the book as it was just collecting dust. Fast forward a few years, and I often think back to that book and all the pages I never read; some weird and fascinating shit was believed about redheads and that book covers a ton of it. It was only a few years ago that I started to really love my hair colour and take real pride in being “a ginger”. I’m not sure where the drastic change of heart came from – it’s likely growing older and adults just being actual decent human beings, rather than kids who pick out any one thing that makes you different and persecute you for it. I also think starting this blog and my instagram really helped me to accept and love my hair colour; all the kind things said began to negate any shitty or inappropriate things kids said to me when I was young. It was like I was started to unknow a truth I was convinced of for so long. The internet also lead me to other gingers who I learned took real pride in being red-haired and I started to feel this unspoken understanding and shared experience with them.

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So, I want to know more about red hair, and I want to share that with others, especially red heads (but everyone too! inclusivity, bbs!), and especially young red heads who have been made fun of and made to feel shitty about something that is actually awesome (imho). So I’ve decided to put some posts together about red hair, the history, the myths and who knows what else. I know very little about red hair myself, so I’ll be learning and sharing as I go. I hope you guys are into this idea!

*photo by Gerald Larocque

The Trees They Grow So High

Processed with VSCOcam with n1 presetI’ve been trying to make more time for creative endeavors recently. This bleak winter has not been kind to my creative mind and I feel I’ve been a bit lazy for some time now — a whole lot of ideas, and not a lot of follow through. It’s hard to stay motivated when not much around you feels very inspiring. But I’ve got some exciting things in the works which has got me feeling positive again. I want this space to be wholly me and not just posts that fill in the gaps when I don’t have something of my own to share (although I do love supporting the amazing designers, artists and brands that I share). I’ve been rethinking the blog’s image, and the content I share. Maybe a name change? Or maybe it’s not ready for that just yet. I definitely want to introduce a little more uniformity to it. When Meg and I started this blog we had a weekly routine of posts we would share, but it got lost in translation over time. This space has changed so much since then. It is only me and my voice now, so it makes sense I leave some things behind, keep the idea of reoccuring content, but with more of my own original ideas. As most things are, it’s a work in progress. But I do hope you continue to follow along and this space can continue to grow in a positive way.

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Rings: from my Mother

But he’s a ranga sir!

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Growing up, I hated my red hair. It didn’t go with my vision of who I thought I was. Like c’mon, a goth girl cannot have natural red hair?!  It’s just not interesting and weird enough, you know. I’ve had fire engine red hair, black hair, green hair, blonde hair and white hair throughout my teens. I thought those colours were far more interesting than what I was birthed with. But when I got older, and really looked at the reasons why I absolutely refused to keep my natural hair colour (sorry mom and dad), it was rooted somewhere in bullying. Children just do not appreciate a ginger headed gal (or guy). They are different, and children love to prey on different. At least, that was the experience I had.  I guess subconsciously, I decided to hate the very thing about me that did make me somewhat different (physically), which throughout my teens, was all I wanted to be. How is that for irony?

I grew to appreciate the rarity of red hair, and I dont think I could take a bottle of liquid chemicals to my head again (sometimes I do miss blonde hair though). It’s nice to grow older, and just accept yourself wholly, and laugh at the moments when young idiotic boys would ask: “Do the curtains match the rug?” Sure do kid, sure do.

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Dress & Vest: vintage from SugarSlax
Bow tie: Made by TLO
Nail polish: Fifth Avenue by Essie

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