Digression: That is a new purple textile at the foot of my bed in the photo above.
After the dull errands were done I went to get some more painting supplies and then to treat myself to a coffee and muffin and a poke around a few shops while downtown. The art supplies available here are somewhat limited. Only two shops carry any at all and the selection is not large and there are no large sizes of anything. I like to shop locally though and support community businesses so I only purchase the things I cannot get here through online retailers. After getting my paints I went to a thrift shop where I bought two books and a bracelet that happened to go very well with my outfit. That seems to be my new strategy: Leave off accessories and them buy something that goes with my outfit while out shopping.
I made my way down the street with these purchases stuffed into my furry bag and decided, on a whim, to pop into the sock shop. I have no idea how a shop that sells socks is going to survive in a small town but the owners are lovely and enthusiastic and I hope their business is successful. The husband half of the team was in the shop on this day and he told me that they have learned so much in their first year. I found some more wooly socks that appealed to me and decided to buy them because it would be good for him and good for me. A win-win! That seemed like as good a reason as any. I noticed they had expanded their wares a little and were including a variety of foot and legwear and a few funky accessories. I suggested that they should sell barefoot sandals and he didn't know what they were. I was happy to explain and had the brilliant idea that his wife should make them. She had, after all, begun sewing heelless and toeless sock things that were apparently much asked for by customers. He liked my idea and wrote it down in his notebook.
After eating a rather dry and disappointing gluten free pumpkin muffin and drinking a large latte breve (no idea how to spell that) I decided to move on and not linger in the cafe, since despite removing my jacket I was getting rather over-heated. I went back out into the fresh air and made my way back up the street with no particular plans other than to eventually make my way back to my car. On a whim I popped into the Art Gallery gift shop where I found some delightful treasures, two of which are gifts for my friend Sheila who has a milestone birthday approaching. I cannot show them because she sometimes reads my blog.
Items I purchased for myself include stri-ped purple socks (it must always be said like that, stri-ped) and a stri-ped bag for my phone. The black and green blob on the right is a pair of handmade fingerless hand warmers in recycled bits of cashmere. I found the phone case and the hand warmers at the Art Gallery Gift Shop. The town of Courtenay has a very charming little downtown shopping area but it is endangered by the prevalence of big box stores and malls with chain shops. I am trying to do my bit to help sustain this local economy and the inherent charm of downtown.
A bit of Outfit Critique
I love the boyfriend style jacket, which I thrifted last spring. It's black linen or cotton; I'm not quite sure which but it looks like linen only doesn't wrinkle too badly. It's possible that following someone else's rules I should not wear unstructured things but I prefer them. the boyfriend jacket is on trend now or about to be, I am sure I read that somewhere and vaguely took it in, but it is a style I have always loved even before it was called a boyfriend jacket. I had to get rid of a beloved one that was too big and really not doing anything for me so I was happy to find this one.
I also like the hat, the patterned leggings, the socks you can't see and my plush bag. The tunic dress is one I was uncertain about and after wearing this outfit for the day I have decided it is going in the donation box. I was first attracted to the embroidery and smocking and the black combined with bright pink and teal seemed like something that would work well in my wardrobe, but there is something about it that just doesn't feel right.
The other failure is the boots. I am not certain if they were just wrong for this outfit or if they are wrong for me. I have long calf muscles so shorter boots often hit me at a non-flattering spot on the leg, making them look thick and shapeless. I tried to wear the boots loose and sort of undone so I could break up the sausage effect but it didn't seem to help. This outfit might have worked better with taller boots and the boots work better with a longer skirt. The tunic dress is not getting another chance as it's already had plenty. The boots will stay.