I Gotta Be Me

and unfortunately, the me that I am currently is living in a rather dark and negative place for seemingly no obvious reason.  This could either mean I am in need of a serious attitude adjustment, or that my anti-depressants are not doing their job, and until it's determined whether it's my attitude, or my medication that needs adjusting, things are just, well, kind of shitty.   Now is not the best time for documenting outfits, because nothing looks right (at least in my head), and am tired most of the time, which shows in my face.  Thank God for Tilda Swinton, fun accessories, and gorgeous weather, or I'd have nothing to post.

The weather was lovely this past weekend, with highs in the mid-twenties, sunshine, and blue, blue skies.   Flowers were blooming, patios were open, and puppies were soaking up some rays.

My friend's daughter Maya has very cool personal style, and was rocking a fabulously co-ordinated outfit when I ran into her and her Dad at the Western Fair Farmers' and Artisans' Market on Saturday.  While I love her modern mixing of shapes and colours, I will always have a soft spot in my heart for a nice vintage dress, like the orange, red and green print one on display at Jackpot Vintage.

 

If the outfits haven't felt inspired, at least I've managed to work in a "bastard massive" (to use one of Vix's fave phrases) piece of jewellery.  Clockwise from left: 1970's bead and mother of pearl necklace from Jackpot Vintage; giant orange beads from the Gadsden's Toronto Vintage Clothing Show; giant hand beaded tribal neckpiece purchased from Debra Rapoport in New York last year.

The cruel irony of having survived this past winter from hell with my mental health relatively intact, only to have it fall apart just as summer weather finally arrives is not lost on me.