Every year, I practise an annual tradition that I hold dear to my heart. Around the end of August or the start of September – a month I call “Fashion New Year” – I take an afternoon off, go buy the huge, bulky, September issue of Vogue. I while away the fading summer sun, reading it from cover to cover, sipping on a fancy coffee, noting the trends, past, current, and future. This year, I decided to do something different, and invite a friend to join me. She understood the sanctity of this annual ritual and was honoured.
We were to meet up the day after the Fresh Collective Ambassador meet and greet on August 29/12, where I had fun posing for this shot, wearing a Nude Clothes dress and Susana Erazo belt:
On August 30, the plan was I get my roots done, we buy our Vogue magazines, and park ourselves on a patio for the afternoon. That was not to be. On Thursday, August 30, I was struck by a car that ran a red light as I crossed the street. It’s funny how the mind works when you go into shock. Part of me was all there: instructing the driver to pull over; securing a witness to email me what he saw; taking a photo of my injury; being glad I shaved my legs since the paramedics were examing them. The other part of me was explaining to the paramedics how I couldn’t POSSIBLY go to emergency – I was on my way to get my roots done! (I cancelled my hair appointment and went to emergency.)
So I was going to write about how exciting it was to anticipate fall fashion, but now I’m thinking about its therapeutic nature instead. As my friend sat with me at emergency, I kept telling her, “we are still buying our Vogues, you know,” and she said “of course!” Believe it or not, after being released from hospital (nothing broken – but today as I write this, I still feel the affects of being hit), and despite gentle protests from my loyal friend, I marched her (she marched; I limped) to a magazine stand and we got our Vogues, and sat in a Queen West bar looking at them over cocktails as the light faded.
It was days before I bothered with lipstick and accessorizing (when I ignore both you KNOW I ain’t well) but I thought how about how much fun I had at the Ambassador meet and greet, and ho much I love my acquisitions. Below is the same dress and belt as above, but this time with a Fresh Baked Goods jacket with gold clasp, from Fresh Collective. The shoes are Bobbi Blu:
I thought about how much I can’t wait to wear this sharp ensemble to Toronto’s Fashion Night Out, which is happening in a few hours as I write this. Below is a Mandala Design tie-top and Brenda Beddome stretch jeans, from Fresh Collective. The other items include a hat by The Hatter; JJ Winters bag, and shoes by Aldo:
To be excited about clothes again is a good sign of my recovery. My life did not flash before my eyes and I didn’t gain any significant insight re: the universe. The gift I received from this is I check the streets obsessively before I cross.
I am happy to say that Fresh Collective has been a part of my healing process, and the staff has been wonderful asking how I’m doing.
Have a Happy Fashion New Year. Celebrate life!