Skinny jeans + ample sweater, perfect for this autumn weather

So it rhymes.

I have great fashion-admiration for people who can effortlessly pull off skinny jeans. Anna is one of those people.

For those who want their skinny-jeans-coated legs to look slimmer, a good trick is to pair the jeans with a bulkier top: coat, long puffy jacket or an oversize, cozy sweater…maybe one with a big turtle-neck and long warm sleeves…perfect for admiring autumn foliage and slowly walking into winter…



Big sweater + skinny jeans found on

skinny jeans sweater


I, secret Santa…

At work, we do the ‘secret Santa’ thing. So, few days ago, when we were pulling out names from the bag, someone says “I hate this ‘secret Santa’ tradition”…Okay, if your company has more than…I don’t know…five people – it is likely that you don’t know all of them well – you don’t know who they are character-wise, or what they like or don’t like, and it is quite possible that you don’t even care…but that still should not be an impediment to having fun when shopping for a gift – yes, even if for that person you know very little about. I myself pulled a good name. Sarah: fashionable, pretty, bubbly, intelligent…and loves polka dots. So I looked for polka dots and I found this adorable 14×9 inches oilcloth, canvas strap, shoulder bag:

polka bagFrom Ebay…new with tags, under 20$ (which is the secret Santa limit), free shipping.

The thing is, people often complain about the Santa ‘inconvenience’ but then are always happy if their gift is liked by the recipient…so why not enjoy one’s secret mission from the very beginning?

The feel-good fashion

On clothes:

Ever since I was a child, I always had a certain garment in my wardrobe that would make me feel a lot of good things: smart (or at least smarter), stylish, edgy – although these were not the terms I would have used at that age, but the feeling was equivalent – and, also important, good-looking. The first of such items I remember was a knee length, A-line, tweed skirt with a plaid motif in navy blue, deep green and grey. The irony is that this was one of the 3 skirts I owned (in total) until I was about 11. I was a jeans and T-shirt tomboy, but this particular skirt always made me feel like I could be better than I was, and not in a contemptuous way but like an inspiration.                                                                       Throughout the years I’ve had many (and it’s good to have more than one at any given time) pieces of clothes that felt like a friendly wind in the back in daily sailings through life. My current garment préféré is this white linen shirt that I bought in Zara this past summer. This is a shirt that looks cool pressed or wrinkled, under sunshine or in rain, at work or on a boat. Surely, it was love at first sight and it’s still going strong.


Heard this on the radio today…


I heard the following story-joke on the radio today and it made me laugh so I decided to share. It was in the ‘jokes’ segment, so unfortunately there is no authorship attached to it. I hope you find it funny, too.


My wife and I got ready to go out and celebrate our anniversary tonight. When we go out like that for a few hours, the cat stays outside in the backyard and then we let her in when we come back. It’s been like that for years and, by our standards, it’s normal and safer for our 2 little parakeets that stay indoors. So, we were all set to leave, the cat was out scratching the old cherry tree, the cab waiting, and just as I was closing the door the cat slipped inside and ran out of sight. I asked my wife to wait in the cab while I went back to get the cat. My wife, not wanting the cabbie to think that the house will be empty for a few hours (extreme thinking, I know) told him that I went back in to check on her mother, i.e. my mother in law. In the meantime, I found the cat, let her out and then finally got in the cab. I said “Sorry for the wait, the damn beast was hiding under the bed. I had to poke her in the butt with a hanger to chase her out, and then she ran to the kitchen. I grabbed her by the neck but she tried to scratch me, so I rolled her in a blanket and took her out. She is now in the backyard. She calmed down, but I hope she does not poop on the doormat at the front door like last time.”  Only later I understood why did the taxi driver give me a weird look, while my wife was covering her eyes in shame.