The Jumpsuit: Part II

Hi Faithful Follower,

Remember the time I had a psychotic break over a jumpsuit at Anthropologie and it being not available in my size? See here for refresher…

Like Red in Shawshank Redemption, I wish I could speak to the girl who wrote that post. To tell her “everything is going to be okay. You just need to hand over your jumpsuit destiny to the fashion gods.” I wish I could allay her fears that she’d never wear that jumpsuit and that if she didn’t ever wear it, that’d be okay too. To be frank, it’s embarrassing how desperate she sounded and bitter she was over the poor girl in the window who got her paws on said jumpsuit.

Dear Girl in Window wearing my jumpsuit: I’m sorry my envy got the best of me. You look lovely in that jumpsuit. No hard feelings…Sincerely, Fiona

But, Faithful Follower, I’m happy to report I’ve let go of my jumpsuit envy. Not because I am a better person now. No. It’s because I got a new one. And a better one at that. So suck it Anthropologie jumpsuit. Oh wait, no, I’m zen about this now. I mean, just BE Anthropologie jumpsuit.

Anyways, I picked my new favourite outfit ever (but let’s not mention how significantly it is now discounted to my poor student wallet) in New York at Rebecca Taylor’s Meatpacking District boutique while there for Gertrude’s bachelorette. Yes, I know that was a long time ago. But I was waiting for the best night to debut it. And that night happened on Monday.

On Monday was Lainey Gossip‘s SMUT Soiree, which is pretty much a party for 800 ladies (give or take about 20 men) to get dressed up and impress each other with outfits they’d never actually wear (okay that might be only true for 35% of the fashions. Or at least I hope it’s true). The SMUT Soiree is also one of my top reasons I love Toronto in the summer because it is such a fantastic party and is put on by the ladies at The Society, so you know it’s top notch. Our gossip dealer Lainey gives a roundtable discussion on the more juicy aspects she can’t report on, and well, there is wine and mojitos and food and DJs and $ goes to Covenant House. It’s VERY fun.

So without much further ado: THE JUMPSUIT

TAAADAAAA!!!

Would you like a little sauce on the side? Because this back is vraiment saucy.

As you can probably deduce, a bandeau top underneath is pretty essential. Especially on a windy-gusty night as well the lovely flow-y fabric won’t really say in place and might provide your companions with a complimentary show. Which, well, would be tacky.

The best part of this whole thing is just how darn comfy it is. Seriously. When you’re rocking 6 inch heels, you’re already in hurting mode so I was thrilled that the jumpsuit didn’t add to my discomfort that evening.

I can’t wait to wear it again. And by “can’t wait” I mean I am definitely sitting here, home alone, wearing it as I type this post.

Jumpsuits= my new addiction.

And now for an unnecessary glam shot with my more fashionable academic colleague, Roni*

Getting the “Beyonce in a windstorm” look. Probably works better for those with hair longer than 2 inches…

Yeehaw!

Fiona

*Yep, not her real name either.

Jumpsuits: Not just for skydiving anymore

Hi Faithful Follower,

I hope you had a fantastic weekend!

I’m heading to New York on Friday for a stagette party of epic proportions for my dear friend, Gertrude. Amazing, yes! But along with that is the inevitable outfit planning. Obviously, this is one part of trips to NYC I relish and with the amazing dinners/lounges/revelry we’ve got planned and the predicted lovely spring weather, I’m ready to break out some new outfits. However, being on a student budget and all, I made a pact to only add one AWESOME thing to my outfit repertoire.

Thus began by Thursday night internet surfing session. I looked on the usual suspects (J Crew, Pink Tartan, Rebecca Taylor) and found some nice ideas. But nothing that said “Pick me”.

I was forced to do the inevitable… I was forced to go to Anthropologie.

Since becoming a student again, I’ve tried to steer clear of this site and store. Mainly because I’ve never (seriously, never) been able to leave without causing a fair bit of damage on the ol’ Visa. But I weakly justified to myself “desperate times, desperate measures”.

And there it was. The Jumpsuit. I never ever thought I would be getting on the jumpsuit skydiving bandwagon, let along fashion bandwagon. But THIS made me a convert.

Dear Navy Jumpsuit,
Be Mine.
Love,
Small Sky Cowgirl

But this… was perfection. And perfection for a hippy girl like me (hippy as in avec hips… not as in I love patchouli because I hate patchouli)

The perfect amount of sass, some jaunty piping details and a cheeky backside.

Bringing sexy back... with a sexy back

I could see us now: the bride-to-be with a gaggle of ladies out on the town, boogying down in jumpsuits with appropriately styled Farah-Fawcett-as-Charlie’s-Angel feathered hair and fabulously coordinated gold accessories. (I have no idea where I got the idea where we would all be wearing the exact same thing because that’s not actually happening. But in my daydream, it most certainly was.)

It was decided: I must have it.

Internet purchasing it was out of the question based on the shipping times and when I would need it by (because this jumpsuit was definitely going to need to be hemmed, ahwhythankyou short legs). But then again it was out of the question because my size was SOLD OUT.

Okay, no need to panic yet. The Toronto Anthropologie stores usually get their merchandise about 3-4 weeks after they are posted on the site (I have no idea how I know this) so I set out early on Friday to check out the Yorkville location before heading to class (yes, I have my priorities straight).

Armed with the printout, my hopes were dashed when the lovely sales associate casually said “Oh yeah, that was such a great outfit. We sold out of it earlier this week.”

Pain. From the hole in my heart left by the jumpsuit that was not meant to be.

This girl feels my pain... but not really because SHE'S GOT MY DAMN JUMPSUIT ON!!!!

So, the search continues, and with a busy week at school leading up to our trip to New York, I’m probably just going to have to make do with an outfit from my wardrobe, which to be honest, isn’t the worst thing ever. But then again, it doesn’t contain even one jumpsuit*.

Yeehaw!

Fiona

PS. Alberta friends: vote early, vote often. Keep Alberta tolerant.

*rompers, for that matter, is another story.