The Art of Getting Dressed

Hey girlfriend.

I’m trying something new,

so bear with me..

I’m learning to dress my body

the way I dress my life.

“Chic” has taken over my feed,

but what I love most

is how it pairs with minimalism.

Chic isn’t loud.

It’s a whisper.

A way of letting basics bloom,

of adding touches so subtle

it feels like a secret.

Lately, I’ve been leaning into matching sets:

pieces that speak the same language.

Intimates, pajamas, sweats, suits,

Canadian tuxes and formal wear.

Everything parallels everything.

And yet, I never feel confined.

Each piece knows how to stand alone.

I mix, I blend, I play.

I only keep what I love now..

clothes that hug me back

and that follow me

from office days

to soft-lit outings.

A shirt that cinches my waist

becomes a statement in any room.

Jeans that honor my curves

are seen in a grocery aisle

and on the ‘gram.

These quiet, tailored details

become declarations.

Confidence made visible.

The act of getting dressed

becomes its own ritual,

a meditation,

that overflows into how I speak,

how I show up,

how I keep my home.

The details matter.

A belt buckle that glints like my earrings,

a purse that whispers the same tone.

Silver may run the world right now,

but gold has its own glow.

Match them with intention

to suddenly look seamless,

and stitched together without thought.

They say there’s no traffic

on the extra mile.

And it’s true.

It takes so little

to stand out.

Most people slip into sweats and tees,

which I still love,

but my sentimental shirts are stored away.

I elevated basics

by paring neutrals with structure,

swapping Crocs for clogs,

adding jewelry and a purse…

and that’s magic.

That’s the moment.

Voilà.

The more I embrace intentional design,

the more I fall in love

with secondhand stores

and brands with a pulse,

pieces with stories,

things that lift me.

I traded my jewelry box

for Heaven Mayhem’s coffee table book,

stacked beside Gucci Mane’s Guide to Greatness

and photobooth strips

from nights in Amsterdam.

Objects that remind me

who I’ve been,

and who I’m becoming.

Your life already holds sacred things.

Let them live where you can see them.

Let the rest rest quietly in drawers.

Simplify the noise

so the meaningful can speak.

And trust your first reactions —

they are little compasses.

Knowing what you don’t want

is a kind of wisdom.

Knowing what you do

is a kind of truth.

Dress in alignment

with your own true north.

Now that’s chic.

Until next time, xx