The Internet says it is 47 degrees outside. Claire and her best friend are running around the yard in t-shirts, claiming they’re hot. For the first time in months I’m sitting on the couch with no socks and no blanket, the cats are chasing the sun all over the house and the dogs never want to come in from the backyard.
Spring has come to Minneapolis! (Or is coming. Joel is convinced it will snow at least one more time, and the Farmer’s Almanac would probably agree.)
I wish it had been more spring-like when my February Stitch Fix arrived. Instead, we were having another cold snap. Everyone was annoyed that it was still winter. Cooper, I am convinced, started regulating his water intake so he didn’t have to go outside at night. Huck stopped asking to play ball in the backyard when we got home from work. It was too dark in the house to get decent pictures.
I feel particularly crummy about the quality of this month’s pictures and my lollygagging about posting them, because my very kind Stitch Fix stylist Reese – who I hypothesized last month might not even be an actual person – took a moment to send me an email very sweetly confirming her existence. I am sorry, Reese, for believing you might be a robot. Thank you for putting up with my lack of Pinterest board, constant complaining about baggy shirts and failure to provide any direction to you each month. I will try to do better! Please don’t leave me!
Both of these pieces stayed with me. I wore them home to Missouri for my cousin’s funeral, then to Florida for our vacation, and have since worn the scarf at least a dozen times. The Sandra infinity scarf from Octavia is some sort of miracle fabric, somewhere between flannel and fleece. The neutral colorway isn’t one I would normally choose, but as it turns out, it goes with everything. (Of course it does. Everyone knows this. I just love wacky patterns and color so much that I have a closet full of things that never, under any circumstances, go together.)
The Andrew Marc Reeda puffer was a bit of a wildcard. I might have mentioned this before, but Joel and I both have a jacket problem. And by problem I mean addiction. We have two closets full of them. What I didn’t have was this jacket, which is big enough to wear over a light sweater, long enough to not ride up when I sit down, and thin enough to be rolled up and stuffed in my laptop bag. It’s casual enough for jeans, but the slim fit and color made it okay to wear over a dress. Now that’s it’s warming up outside, I predict it will get a lot more use.
You can tell how I feel about a top by what I’m doing with my hands while being photographed in it. When something hits me at a funky spot or is too baggy or drapes weird, I tend to clutch at the hem in an attempt to make it more presentable. That nervous tick is in full view here.
I dig the print and silky fabric of this Moon Collection Kira blouse, but the cut just doesn’t work. If it had been more tunic-y, or had a high-low hem I probably would have kept it. Instead, it hit right at the widest part of my hip and bloused straight out from my chest. I felt like a balloon in it.
I went around and around about this RD Style sweater. On the one hand, its open knit breaks my rule about having to wear a shirt under a shirt. On the other hand, it’s a color I probably wouldn’t have chosen but like. On my non-existent third hand, it hangs sort of funky in the front. And on my non-existent fourth hand it’s nice and long in the back which is sort of slimming.
At the end of the day, I sent it back. I have officially reached a saturation point on sweaters! I never thought this day would come, but this winter I had so many to choose from that a lot went unworn. I find that I don’t much wear these thin, “layering” sweaters I often get from Stitch Fix. I like them, but they’re not very practical here in the winter. Once the weather starts to warm up, I don’t want to wear sweaters at all.
Not pictured here was a pay of Level 99 Giovanni straight-leg jeans. I’m wearing a different pair of Level 99 jeans right now, and I have a gray pair that I love so much I wore them twice last week. The Giovanni was too narrow in the hips by far – only a miracle could have gotten them pulled up – and even if they had fit, I’m having a crisis of space in my jeans drawer at present. Thanks to the good Fixes of months past, I’m all full up.
As I press “publish,” another Fix is on its way. Much to Reese’s chagrin, I have no earthly idea what I hope is inside! I need to do some very careful inventory of my closet as I transition from winter to spring, and figure out what’s missing. But what if there isn’t anything missing? What then?