Three letters, rhymes with…
Six reasons to love Candace Ang:
1.
The Flight Necklace in ocean
2.
The Revolution Collar in toast
3.
The Sadie Necklace
4.
The Crest Bracelet
5.
The Soleil Necklace
6.
Her last name rhymes with fang.
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Rodarte for Target
Lately I’ve been trying really hard not to get sucked into falling in love with things that only look good on models with legs that stretch to forever and waists so waspish that a small child could lace her fingers around them. I have a short torso and long legs; I wouldn’t have it any other way, but it makes buying clothes online a risky proposition.
It’s this unwieldy body type that led me to resist buying anything from the Rodarte for Target collection. Rodarte, like Stella McCartney and many others, have collaborated with Target to create an affordable, limited edition collection which is available in stores in the States, and online for us international types.
Living in an Australian time zone gives me the excellent benefit of being awake and alert at 1am NYC time, when these sorts of collections are released online. That means that should I want it, I get first pick of everything.
In preparation for the release, I scoured the internet for images of the clothes and studied the video collaboration done by Tavi from Style Rookie.
I was drawn to the blue Alice in Wonderland dress:
the bow shoulder dress (especially in mustard yellow):
and the sequin ribcage dress:
but not the icky combat boot styling.
When those dresses were finally available, did I immediately whip out my credit card and start spending? No. I crazily decided to think about it. Two hours later, I decided to have a second look, (this was at 3am NYC time, mind you), and what I felt when I got to the “sold out” page for all three dresses was cold REGRET. I learned the hard lesson that the exclusive, limited-edition fashion vampires don’t know the meaning of “I’m going to think about it.” They’re decisive; they strike with quick, fangy accuracy; they stay up all night shopping; and they have my mustard yellow bow shoulder dress. If you were to look at the site now, all you’d find would be a sad wasteland littered with a few leopard print belts in tiny sizes, a bunch of dresses that are only available in stores in Mobile, Alabama and more of that regret stuff.
I hesitated because I worried that my purchases would make their slow way to me in Australia and they wouldn’t fit. I worried that I wouldn’t only feel regret, I’d feel disappointment too. Fueling my worry was a blog post I’d read about a girl who went to the pop-up shop before the online collection was released and bought a medium dress. She said she was normally a size 4 or 6, and a large probably would have fit better, which told me the sizing is a bit off.
Now that I’ve had a few weeks to ponder the mustard-yellow-bow-shoulder-dress-sized hole in my closet, (because I have nothing better to do than lament lost fashion-related opportunities), I’ve come to a conclusion. Can I be honest? I don’t think the Rodarte for Target collection was that great. (One moment while I pause to be tarred and feathered by my fashionable contemporaries). I think the designs are inspired and wonderful and very Rodarte. I love the prints and colours and the interesting twists. But I don’t love what I’ve read on the review sections of the Target site about poor craftsmanship and bad fits. In trying to stick with a lower price point, it seems they had to sacrifice quality.
I was blinded with the swoon-worthy idea I could own something by Rodarte for $50, not $5,000. Now that I’m more clear-headed, I’ve realised that I’m glad I kept my $50. I’ll put it in an interest-bearing sock under my bed so that one day I can buy a real piece by Rodarte.
More yoga. Less nail biting
OK, so this is a little late, but I’m a procrastinator by nature, and I never make resolutions that go against my nature. For example, being short is against my nature, so I would never resolve to stop wearing heels. I actually wasn’t going to do a New Year’s resolutions post; I was going to let the date float by unnoticed, but I started to feel left out because all the blogs I read are doing New Year’s resolution posts, just like how in January of every year, all the magazines waste paper on giant horoscope articles, (which I can’t stand by the way. Don’t give me that voodoo about being lucky in love or money this year because the gravitational pull of Venus is giving me a bad hair day. I’ll make my own luck, thank you).
Without further ranting and ado, here are my resolutions:
- Instead of yelling at the Boyfriend for things that aren’t his fault, go to yoga to cure grumpiness.
- Stop biting nails. For real this time. This has proven to be much harder than giving up smoking was all those years ago.
- Stop obsessing over to do lists so much that I add things I’ve already done to my lists just so I can have the satisfaction of crossing them out. It’s kind of weird. People are going to think I’m weird.
- Try to get into the whole vintage / thrift store shopping thing, (mostly in an effort to save money because my wedding dress, although beautiful, will not be cheap). Other people can do it so well; surely I can learn to get over the stinkiness and rummage with the best of them.
- Curl up in my comfy chair and read books more often.
- Make a renewed effort not to look like a suit every day at work. That means more dresses, big necklaces and shoes that are hard to walk in.
- Pet strange dogs, as long as they don’t look bitey.
Stop procrastinating.- Stop trying to change things about myself that are fundamental to my essence as a human. I’d be a withered, directionless soul without my precious procrastination.
- Forget about #3. Who cares if anyone thinks I’m weird? I love crossing things off lists.
Happy New Year everyone! I know that life can be frequently lame, but I hope this year, the awesome outweighs the lame by, like, a ton. 2010 = a ton of awesome.