Wilfred coat (similar)
H&M sweater (similar)
Realisation Par… skirt (similar)
Rouje boots (similar)
Chanel handbag
Celine sunglasses
Linger rings (c/o) (similar)
Stella & Dot earrings
Location: Small Mercies Co. – Winnipeg, Manitoba
Like everyone else, I’ve watched way more TV and movies this year than I probably have in all the years of my life combined. If it’s a show I love, I’ve replayed it. If it’s a cartoon, there’s a good chance I’ve watched. And rewatched it. Sometimes, I work my way through more than one movie simultaneously, digesting the story in chunks the same way that I might read chapters of a book. I have Netflix, Crave, DisneyPlus and my entire iTunes library to choose from whenever a moment of boredom strikes. And those moments come often.
Most recently, I’ve been working my way through all of the terrible but still enjoyable original Christmas movies that Netflix releases each year. (I am not too proud to admit that the A Christmas Prince series is a favourite in our house.) But I took a pause from Netflix this past weekend to watch Godmothered, a modern fairy tale with a holiday theme, on DisneyPlus.
It really was the perfect movie to watch with a cup of tea and a plate of chocolate cookies. (My current afternoon snack of choice.) But there was a line in it that struck a nerve. It was meant to be funny, and in a way, it was, but less so than it might have been in another year. “Fine, stay home,” the fairy godmother tells the main character. “Lots of fairy tales start with, Once upon a time, when she was sitting at home drinking wine in her sweatpants.”
Once upon a time, I admit that I relished occasionally cancelling plans to sit at home in my sweatpants with a glass of wine. I never regretted it. My life in no way resembled the fairy tales I like watching on TV. And I wasn’t missing out on any momentous, life altering events by taking that time to myself. If anything, I was fulfilling a need for quiet and solitude, one that we all experience from time to time.
But this year… This year, I’ve been forced to spend so much time staying at home that I’ve actually gotten bored of my sweatpants. And of wine, too. When the fairy godmother in Godmothered wisecracked about staying home, it reminded me of all the plans I made for this year – the plans we all made, that circumstances have forced us to cancel. Staying home, once a luxury, is the last thing I want to keep doing at this point. I keep buying clothes for parties I’ll never go to and nights out that are indefinitely postponed. I don’t want a fairy tale, but I do long for a life when something, anything might happen to me, rather than in front of me on my TV screen.
I am definitely itching to get away from my TV at this point, and usually I’m all for staying in and watching something with a glass or two of wine – but it’s not nearly as fun when it’s really all you can do.
Courtney ~ Sartorial Sidelines
First off, Godmothered sounds adorable, and now I have something to watch tonight because I can’t do another Hallmark movie (I insisted upon Die Hard last week was thinking maybe Gremlins, but this will go over better.) But you are right, we are tired of staying home, tired of canceled parties. And for me, since you know, I’m in the US, I still see many of my fellow bloggers posting on instagram that they are going out together, dining indoors, meeting up in shopping malls, taking group photos together without wearing masks, and doing all the other things that I wish I could be doing.
Chic on the Cheap
This outfit is GORGEOUS and right up my alley + love, love, those chunky hoops on you!! And hear you, I’m SO over being home, and in my case in bed most days. Ugh!! But I’m hanging in and hoping my mono will pass, Covid will pass, and we can all resume a more normal life!! xo
My Curated Wardrobe