I’ve made it to the second portion of my vacation: my parent’s house. Where, like any self-respecting 22 year old, I plan to do nothing but eat and attempt to coax them into buying me things. Although, unfortunately like all good things: my mooching spring vacation, the brief sense of satisfaction from Volchok punching Leighton Meester in the face (que that scene from The Rommate), the world come this December, seven days of plaid has come to an end.
(I don’t want to talk about what happened to my windows post move out)
I like to refer to today’s tartan as the slightly sad older brother of day three. I’m wearing a flannel long sleeve button up in Malcolm plaid and black slim slacks from American Apparel. I found this hat at, you guessed it, Value Village.
Well, it’s been a hoot and a half folks. The plaid might be over but the clothes sure aren’t — check back for more updates.
My trip thus far has been pretty great. I’ve spent the majority of my time lying in my friend’s bed watching bad tv and eating minieggs which, let’s be serious, is a day well spent in anyone’s book. Although, I am sad that seven days of plaid is nearing an end, as I’m sure you all are as well. But such a day has not yet arrived so let us pay thanks for today’s plaid, elbow pads and all.
(sorry that these pictures are a little of focus, can’t have your plaid and eat it too)
This elbow padded beauty, a vintage Pendleton, came from Elsie’s Clothing (if you haven’t realized you should go there, realize now — it’s a gold mind). Pants are American Apparel mustard slim slacks, as is the flat edge brown leather belt. This plaid is simple and one of my favorites. I’m a sucker for elbow safety. Enjoy your, hopefully, tartan filled Saturday night folks.
I’m about to get on a plane to fly back home to Newfoundland which feels a little too much like sitting on pee in the early morning and not enough like a vacation. But, not all is lost, I’ll be visiting some friends while I’m there and luckily they love plaid as much as I do. Down side: this post is a little skimpy due to time constraints. Also, as you can probably tell, little effort when into this outfit. Voila, day five.
This plaid hails from Value Village, which at this point I’m sure is a surprise to no one. Underneath is a loose neck tee in athletic grey from American Apparel and my jeans are H&M. Happy Friday party starters.
Things I realized today: I am a horrible person when I’m hungry, it turns out hot coffee is no friend of my crotch and if left alone road salt will eat away at your shoes and your soul. On a side note, it’s amazing the things you’ll find when you uncuff your pants at the end of the day i.e. today I found the key to my mailbox. Awesome right?
This tartan comes to you all the way from Value Village. My jacket is vintage Member’s Only but you can probably grab one very similar at Urban Outfitters. This cardigan is a tri-blend rib cardigan from American Apparel in athletic grey. My jeans are from back in the hay day and I couldn’t even guess where I got them. And last but certainly not least, these shoes are vintage Wrangler which I got at local Elsie’s Clothing.
Despite yesterday being Valentine’s Day and myself being single (and ready to mingle), I managed to wake up this morning not in a pool of my own tears. Luckily, my affinity for traditional Scottish patterns and lesbians has lead me to a life filled with tartan. And had there been tears, I would have simply dried them with today’s plaid, and is day three a beaut or what?
Above the belt, I’m wearing a leather jacket from Urban Outfitter’s Charles and a Half, an American Apparel flannel long sleeve button up in charles flannel plaid, a herringbone long sleeve raglan pullover in cosmos, also from American Apparel and a Citizen watch my brother gave me as a gift, yeehaw. My jeans are Signature Levi’s and my boots are the same pair from day one. On a different but not entirely unrelated note, I sat in gum today, so, there’s that.
It’s Valentine’s Day, but more importantly it’s day two of my seven days of plaid. And like anything that reeks of pure awesome, it gets better with time. Speaking of time, where has the dang stuff gone? Feels like only yesterday I was nuzzling up to my first tartan. And now here I am, displaying our relationship for all the world to see. If it wasn’t for the all plaid, I’d feel naked.
This purple and yellow striped fellow found it’s way to me after a day of digging around at Value Village, where I also got the denim jacket. I got the jeans at H&M, the shoes are the leather derby shoe from Urban Outfitters and the pea coat is from the younger less talented sibling of Urban Outfitters, Urban Behavior, which may be surprising those who knew it and was for me, but I’ve learned to live with it. There’s also a camel knit cardigan under there somewhere, that I got at American Apparel. So many layers, so little time. Until day three.
Today marks the first installment of my week long pledge to wear at least some plaid every day for seven days. A task that may be daunting for some but thanks to my ever growing collection of plaid shirts I welcome without hesitation. I first met plaid at the tender age of 16 and we’ve been buttoned at the torso ever since.
I picked up this handsome lad (the shirt, cause that’s me in the picture and picking up myself would be awkward) at Lost and Found here in marvelous Halifax. My pants are mustard slim slacks from American Apparel, as is my belt except in brown leather and my handy dandy boots are from Narnia (Wal-mart). There ya have it, day one of my seven days of plaid. Live long and plaidsper. Sorry.
I decided to test out a man theory of mine: that any tie will look good with a denim shirt. And if I do say so myself, I was right. And just to make sure, I did it eight times with eight different ties. I was not taking this theory lightly. This post is also kind of paying homage to the Grammys tonight – and the fact that the closest I’ll get is wearing a series of ties whilst eating cheese and crackers on my couch.
On a side note: you can catch the pros mix and match their latest at Mercedes Benz (New York) Fashion Week happening right now. It probably won’t be anything compared to the magic you just saw, but it does promise to be a pretty decent week of fashion.
Next to a suitable mate, the perfect leather jacket is probably the hardest thing to find. Maybe it’s because of my 15-yead-old-boy-ish stature (..I’m 22) but for some reason I just can’t get a jacket that fits properly in the shoulders. Although, I have been eying this specimen:
Urban Outfitters – Schott 626 Moto Jacket
Then, I came across the 600 dollar price tag and as quick as I fell in lust, I fell out. All’s fair in love and leather I guess. I’ve gathered a couple leather jackets over the years – one of which I really like:
But alas, it just isn’t filling that leather void in my heart. The search continues.