I’ve worn a tutu before. I own a pretty, light pink one, and it’s very much adorable, but I’ve always felt that it lacked a little drama for those times when I really wanted to slay.
So, while scrolling through my newsfeed one day, I happened upon a post from Mo Handahu, better known to most of you as the fabulous, Halifax based life & style blogger/designer/spectacular sunglasses aficionado, Lion Hunter.
She is just the epitome of cool, and takes the word chic to a whole new level with her consistently epic print mixing, and awe-inspiring accessories, so her posts always jump right off my screen, begging to be admired.
In this particular one, she was wearing a vibrant blue tutu, a colour that struck me as uncommon as far as these puffy tulle skirts go.
I soon discovered that not only was she wearing it five different ways with that flawless pizazz that only she can pull off (which is impressive in its own right), but she had hand crafted it herself as part of a lookbook for her own line, called “The Tutu Experience.” (Whaaaaaaaa!? No wayyyyyy, right!?)
So, I guess you can imagine my excitement upon finding out that not only could I now own one of Lion Hunter’s gorgeous tutus, but I could also have a chance to touch a piece of her, now somehow tangible, greatness!!!
There were so many colour choices, and it was tough to make a decision, but I had always wanted a brown tutu. So after giving some measurements, and a special request or two, a few clicks later my tutu order was sent!
I paired it with a cute leopard crop top from Rebdolls, because after all, I couldn’t wear a piece from Mo without paying homage to her by wearing at least one print!
I accessorized with some fierce, (albeit wickedly uncomfortable) cobalt blue pumps (probably my last attempt at heels ever) by Christian Siriano for Payless, a handmade Malian bronze & bead necklace, and topped it all off with my trusty yellow Ted Baker springbok hide clutch, for an edgy, vibrant touch.
I definitely turned heads in my tutu, between its rich brown colour, striking design, and the wind that kept blowing it up and showing off the goodies; and I can officially say this tutu experience was glorious!!!
Tutu, The Tutu Experince – here
Crop top, Rebdolls – here
Shoes, Chritian Siriano for Payless – here
Clutch, Ted Baker – sold out, similar
Today I’m going to talk about boobs. Yes. Boobs… Boobs and sun.
I was born and raised in Montreal – a city where for a good chunk of the year, the air is so cold it literally hurts your face…
We don’t have palm trees, there are no pineapple plants, and our beaches certainly don’t resemble the white sands & turquoise waves of the Caribbean; but for a few months each summer, we do have sun, and I think, from living in a climate of extremes, we know how to appreciate it better than most!
We swim, we camp, we fish, we bask… Not much keeps us inside in the summertime. After all, we’ve waited months to actually go out without freezing our arses off, right?
And while it isn’t officially summer just yet, the sun is definitely shining down on us, and its warm glow has gotten me feeling kind of frisky!
I know what you’re all thinking… When’s she gonna get to the boobs?
So instead of me getting to them, I’m bringing the boobs to you! Bam!!!
Now if you know me at all, you know that going braless (and often pantless) is far from being a rare occurrence for me, as long as I’m at home or able to throw a winter coat over it, but going visibly braless is public is not something I’m used to.
So when I wore this incredibly elegant and whimsical, sheer maxi dress from the new Zelie For She, Island Vibes collection, I decided to step out of my comfort zone and flaunt my braless titayyys, because boobs are amazing!!!
At first I felt shy. I felt that familiar wave of self-questioning panic wash over me… But after a few moments (and some encouraging words from my loving husband/photographer for the day) I told myself, fuck it! I don’t need to wear a bra to please anyone but myself, and ruining the gorgeous neckline of this dress will make me sad, so screw the bra (at least for today)! My tits are free!!!
Sure I got winked at by an old man on a bike with spectacular calves (which I’m not going to lie, was a bit of a confidence booster even if he was old enough to be my grandpa).
But, I felt sexy and alive – my breasts, which have fed my four babies, been pillows for my husband, are to me, symbols of my womanhood. They are truly miraculous entities (or should I say, en-titties), and are nothing to be ashamed of.
They’re no longer perky, they have stretch marks, and imperfections – but they’re mine, and they’re beautiful… And I will never let self-consciousness stop me from being a braless goddess again when I feel like it, especially under the warm sun!
Dress, Zelie For She – here
Shoes, Aldo – old, but love these
So what happens when you put two best friends, a mini girls’ (and kids’) getaway, and a camera together!? Super adorable blog pics, that’s what!!!
A couple of weekends ago, my bestie and I got away for a night of much needed relaxation and quality time with our kids, and decided that we were feeling ourselves so much that leaving the hotel without a photo shoot would just be wrong!
So I shot my usual poses, wearing a gorgeously luxurious linen tunic & mini-houndstooth pants from Addition Elle, paired with cute black & white flats and mixed metal bling. Everything went as it always does…
Then we shot a couple of her… Isn’t she stunning!? All was going so smoothly…
Until we tried to take some serious shots together… And everything unravelled…
Top, Addition Elle – here
Better late than never, here’s my May submission to the French Curves Challenge, an outfit photo challenge with the French touch, created by the beautiful Vanoue, of The Curvy and Curly Closet, occurring (usually, oops) the 16th of each month! This month’s theme: Wax!!!
As always, a translation will follow the French text, for all my beautiful Anglo babes (and beaus)!
Mieux en retard que jamais, voici ma soumission pour le mois de mai au French Curves Challenge, le photo challenge avec la touche française, créé pas la belle Vanoue de The Curvy and Curly Closet !!! Le thème ce moi: Wax !
Le wax (de l’anglais « wax » signifiant cire), également appelé « tissu africain », est un textile de coton ayant reçu sur les deux faces un cirage lui conférant des propriétés hydrophobes. Les cires utilisées sont colorées et forment des motifs qui varient à l’infini dans une recherche esthétique. – Wikipédia
L’histoire du tissu wax est longue et très intéressante. Commençant en Indonésie, produit et exporté par l’Hollande au 19e siècle et adopté par l’Afrique de l’Ouest, le wax est maintenant devenue une partie intégrale de l’identité de la mode africaine, qui branche de plus en plus loin de nos jours, sur la scène de la mode internationale.
Le mélange des cultures est naturelle et peut être une chose de beauté quand fait avec respect. Je sais qu’il y a beaucoup de tension concernant l’appropriation culturelle, alors ce que je vais dire, me semble très important et nécessaire à communiquer…
Je porte cette merveilleuse robe en wax, par Demestiks New York, avec l’humilité, et le plus haut niveau de respect pour la culture noire.
Je la porte en sachant qu’on vit dans un monde ou les personnes de ma race, et j’ai honte de le dire, mais c’est vrai, volent la culture noir sans réfléchir et sans la donner le crédit qu’elle mérite.
Je la porte pour payer hommage à l’histoire de la culture, et à la future des vies noir, qui mérite beaucoup plus que juste le moi de février pour être en vedette.
Et je la porte parce que suis reconnaissante d’avoir eu le privilège d’avoir cette belle culture triomphante partagée avec moi chaque jour par la musique, le cinéma, la famille, et la mode, comme avec ce joli tissu wax.
Robe, Demestiks New York – ici
Sandals, Ashley Stewart – ancien, mais j’adore ceux-ci
N’oubliez pas, vous pouvez decouvrir les contributions de tout les autre fabuleuses blogeuses rondes, francophones au lien si dessous !
African waxprints or African wax prints are omnipresent and common materials for clothing in Africa, especially West Africa. They are industrially produced, colorful cotton cloths with batik printing. – Wikipedia
I’ve always been captivated by waxprint. The patterns, the colours, and especially the symbolism that each represents – a true wealth of African culture!
What has always attracted me the most, is how they’re so different with regards to my culture, exotic even, and therein lies their charm!
The history of waxprint is long and very interesting. It was created in Indonesia, then later produced and exported out of Holland in the 19th century, and adopted by West Africa, where it remains an integral part of the identity of African fashion, and is branching out more and more everyday onto the international fashion scene.
The sharing of cultures is natural, and can be a thing of beauty when done with respect. I know there are major tensions concerning cultural appropriation, so what I’m about to say feels very important and necessary for me to communicate…
I’m wearing this stunning waxprint dress, from Demestiks New York with humility, and the utmost respect for black culture.
I’m wearing it knowing that we live in a world where people of my race, and I’m ashamed to say it, though true, pillage the black culture without a second thought, and without giving it its due credit.
I’m wearing it to pay homage to the history of the culture, and to the future black lives, which deserve so much more than just the month of February to shine.
And I’m wearing it because I’m thankful to have theprivilege of having this beautiful, triumphant culture shared with me every day through music, movies, family, and fashion, like this gorgeous waxprint fabric!
Dress, Demestiks New York – here
Sandals, Ashley Stewart – old, but I love these
Be sure to check out all my fellow French Curvettes at the link below.