Insanely enough, 2015 is coming to a close, which means it is time for my yearly outfit round-up. It is absolutely crazy that a year has already gone by – I remember last New Years day like it was yesterday, which is strange because I generally can’t even remember what I did last week. But we don’t need to get into my concerns about my terrible memory. 2015 outfits! From January to June! And I’ll be back tomorrow with July to December ❤
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(What’s your favourite outfit in this round-up? Let me know in the comments below.
My parents have lived along this bike path as long as I’ve been alive, or rather, as long as my older brother has been alive, so about 29 years now. We first lived in a town house in a little courtyard along the bike path and then moved a street over to a bungalow backing onto the bike path. This path and forest has seen me through years and years of childhood games, teenage rebellion and a whole lot of over-dramatic sassyness. It’s as much part of my childhood and teen years as our family home, so I felt compelled to share a bit of that with you while I was in Ottawa visiting my family for Christmas. It actually felt pretty lovely that snow fell on this particular day, because before then there was absolutely no snow in Ottawa and the temperatures were much more like early fall than late winter. I honestly don’t much like snow, but it’s beautiful when you are just looking at it and not trudging through it, so I was glad that it showed up on the day I decided to snap some photos. I’m back in Toronto now, but it was nice to spend some time with family, start feeling like a human again (read: not sick) and recharge for the New Year.
Pinafore c/o 
I’ve been rethinking my wardrobe a lot lately. It seems every time I go through my closet in search of an outfit, I feel less and less attached to much of the pieces hanging there. I often have an idea for an outfit, only to find I don’t actually own something I had in mind, which is definitely a first world problem, really, but when I got thinking about it, I came to realize maybe I own too many things that don’t do anything for me anymore and I likely need to make room for pieces I feel a real connection to; I don’t necessarily have a desire to change my style, but I think honing it a bit more would so me some good. That being said, this burnt orange pinafore by Mod Dolly seems a perfect starting point for me. The marriage of colour, simplicity, versatility and sweetness really got me with this one and I realize those four words should be ever-present when thinking of the clothes I own. I’m certainly not jumping on the capsule wardrobe bandwagon – I’ll never be that practical – but being a bit more thoughtful with my choices seems more and more desirable to me these days.
Dress c/o 
While I was in the process of packing up and moving a few months ago, I did a huge purge of clothes I was one day planning on listing in my shop but never got around to. I wanted to start fresh, so that when I got back into it – whenever that will be – I’d have only the pieces I really loved and felt proud of selling. While going through the bins and bins of forgotten goodies, I happened upon this pullover. I think at one point it was actually in the shop but never sold (incredibly practical, but not at all eye-catching, thus very over looked). For whatever reason, even though I had this pullover for years, I saw it with new eyes and felt it needed to be part of my personal closet. It’s been an absolutely well-loved piece from that moment on. It gets worn at least every week, if not several times a week (which means I have repaired holes in the armpits 3 times now). Aside from being super comfy and easy to throw on at a moments notice, it’s incredibly versatile; can be worn with trousers or a skirt, over-top a dress, tucked in, tucked out, layered over a button up, on it’s own – clearly a sign that it has a well-deserved spot in my wardrobe. There are many pieces I have sold over the years that give me pangs of regret, I didn’t ever think I would feel a sigh of relief that this one didn’t sell, although, I don’t think I would have ever felt a sense of regret had it sold years ago – I wouldn’t have known what I was missing. It reminds me of a love I once had, a slow starting fire, one that didn’t spark right away, but eventually grew to be a warmth I could not do without.
Pullover: thrifted
If I’m being honest, winter is my most dreaded season. Not because it’s really cold (I mean, I definitely don’t like that) but because the shorter days and lack of sun really do a number on my mental health (as it does for many). You guys know about my struggles with that, and you know last winter was an especially tough one for me (maybe you don’t, you can read about it 
Dress c/o 
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