Last week my husband and I decided to play hooky from work for a day. We borrowed a car and took off for Hamilton to hit up the thrift stores. Then Ted and I got into it at the Value Village when I wanted him to buy a plaid shirt. It was that perfect red and super soft, a little high school and a lot Kurt Cobain.

He bought it in the end, but I think it’s only because he knows I’ll make-out with him when he wears it.

xoxo,
Serah-Marie

1. 04.16, 2. “why do you look like a lumberjack today?”, 3. Sweater Tops and Bobby Socks!, 4. zoozoozoo, 5. yellow, 6. The day the 90’s blew out of my closet…, 7. Plaid Birthday Dress, 8. Don’t ask me what you know is true, 9. Plaid, 10. Plaid Day, 11. back to plaid!, 12. plaid (all the pics are my favourites from wardrobe remix)

I’m very pleased to say that last Saturday, I only had to read one break-up love letter. 

You see, KJ Teddy the K and I (the Vana White to his Pat Sajak) made a lil’ deal that if there were any lulls during our Heartbreak Karaoke fundraiser, I would read infamous break-up love letters (consider it the downside to Sex & The City’s Love Letters of Great Men). So SPANK YOU VERY MUCH to the brave soul who cut me off during an incredibly over-wrought 1816 missive from Lord Byron to Lady Byron with another Karaoke chip (and you know, I never had to go back to missive ever again).

As you can tell, the night was a huge success (see photo above of myself and Boy Reporter belting out “I Had The Time of My Life”, which had Miss Coco Buck re-enact the infamous Baby air-lift on the Cameron House’s dance floor).

We saw boys who literally wore their hearts on their sleeve in the form of tight-fitting 1970s knitted vests, or look like they belong on a Blondie Parallel Lines album cover (albeit trading the white shirt for red). Girls wore divine outfits — velvet sangria, venetian red check, prim and proper fire engine lace gloves. We had one $5 Celine Dion interpretation (”Aaaaaalll by my seeeeeelf…”) and two $10 jump the line and SING NOWs. The prizes were plentiful — a few fascinators, a free haircut, the requisite Worn Fashion Journal subscription — and did I mention how divine the outfits were? See evidence at our Flickr photostream.

1. Coral vintage bow blouse, 2. 60s kelly green bow blogged, 3. vintage sweater, 4. Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore!, 5. 12, 6. 31-01-08, 7. New shoes, 8. headband, 9. Red leather bow shoes, 10. Giant velvet bow., 11. Untitled, 12. March 17
(All these are taken from our contacts on the Worn flickr account.)

I’ve never worried in my life about being too old to wear something. I’ve chatised our managing editor for shying away from headbands. (Seriously, she looks really adorable in them) Just this week I was slipping a bow in my hair and had a little Bunny McDougal moment. I took it off. I’ve been annoyed at myself ever since. Next week I’m back on the bow wagon.

How to make hair bows on the Threadbanger forum.

xoxo,
Serah-Marie