guilty conscience fashion blog

December 2017

Those Good Old Days

Montreal, Canada

Is it just me or does it already feel like our current snowy landscape has been around for an eternity. Winter has come folks, and I’ve grown so pale I’m blending into the background perfectly. With the exception of my nostrils of course which have been brutalized by tissues to the point where…let’s just say I could probably start raising money for HIV/AIDS research by selling them in their new colourway. I no longer remember a time where I could breath properly, or could climb a flight of stairs without being out of breath, and am constantly either hypothermic or sweating profusely without ever finding a happy medium. Remember when Joey’s weird roommate Eddie on Friends turned out to be a dehydrating maniac, well I’m pretty sure I could only feel dryer by living in his fruit torturing machine.

Ok you get it, I’m congested, thermally unbalanced, and in dire need of some kind of humid climate. It’s crazy how every year Winter surprises us Canadians as if we’ve never lived here before. I find myself saying “was it  this cold last year” on the daily, and don’t understand how my ancestors didn’t take mater into their own hands decades ago and move their future descendants to the Bahamas. Not sure if they were given options before getting on the boat from Ireland, but if they were, let’s just say they made a big mistake…HUGE. In these moments there are only so many things a girl can do. I’ve resorted to venting on the internet, spending most days in my basement playing Super Mario Odyssey, and reflecting on the good old days when the grass was still visible and not slowly dying under think sheets of powdered cold stuff. Speaking of which these photos, were taken in the end of September, where if I recall correctly, I began complaining about it being a little chilly. If only I knew then what I know now….

Christian Dior necklace, Balmain cargo vest, dress from Winners, Prada Cahier bag, and Tod’s creepers.


Paris, France

I have a feeling today’s post is going to get a little cheesy. Paris, the city of love. What can I say that hasn’t possibly been said about you already. You are one of my favourite places to visit, as everytime I return you bring back millions of warm and fuzzy memories. From the first visits with my parents who showed me your nooks and crannies and the beauty hidden behind every arrondissement, to my first kiss in the Eiffel tower with the love of my life, you really are the most magical city in the world…told you I’d bring the cheese…

When we returned for this particular visit, it all came back to me again, especially as we visited your sites as a family the way we first had all those years ago. There is nothing like spending time with loved ones in a setting like this one, because those memories really do last forever.

During this time of year especially, I always find myself a little emotional listening to Christmas music and looking back at images captured of my favourite people in one of my favourite places. This is exactly what I did while looking over to edit these photos, and I gotta say the warm fuzzies definitely made an appearance, perhaps a little tear here and there too.

All this to say, social media is great incentive to capture your daily routine of pretty things with white backgrounds, but don’t forget to capture the moments that really matter and will help you relive the good old days after years pass. Trust me no flatlays or what you had for lunch 2 weeks ago will bring back the laughter and happiness of a moment spent together…ok, that photo of lunch might bring back a little joy but that’s besides the point… Happy holiday season everyone!

Saint-Laurent sunnies,  Essentiel Antwerp matching separates, Christian Dior bag, and Vans Old Skools.