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Greatest Hits, Volume 1

August 11, 2016 — 2 Comments

Vintage Handmade Dress // Julie Van Can

Summer Party // Julie Van Can

Vintage Handmade Dress // Julie Van Can

Vintage Handmade Dress // Julie Van Can

Whoa guys! How ARE you, old friends? How has your summer been? (Or is it, “how has been your summer?” I really don’t  know. If you could explain the preposition rule to me, and THEN tell me about your summer, that’d be great).

Let’s pretend it hasn’t been 5 months since we last met here, and instead pick up right where we left off. Although, there’s one small hiccup with that plan: when we left off, I was 29. And now I’m 30! MeeeeOOOOOW! (…I don’t know what that was. It’s really hot outside. I’m rusty. It’s been 5 months!)

Back to it: I celebrated that milestone about a month ago today, and it really was such a great time, I said to myself many times since “I should blog about that.” And lo! Here I am. Blogging about it. Or at least I will when I eventually stop rambling and get to the point.  And the point is this! I thought a recap of my 30th birthday party would be a good excuse to get back to blogging because the whole event really served as a Greatest Hits Compilation of (most) everything and everyone I hold dear.

Were I to retroactively apply a theme to my party, it would be Classic Julie, because if there were ever Julie-themed Bingo boards (*GREAT IDEA ALERT*), this party dabbed every box:

My weird, vintage, handmade dress was thrifted for a song just a few days before the party (CLASSIC JULIE); the decor was an random explosion of every fun thing we could trade or buy (CLASSIC JULIE); the food was, honestly, anything I deemed delicious + much much cheese (CLASSIC JULIE); and all of it was pulled together and brought to life by my wonderful mom, who has the unique ability to make any space look and feel groovy-yet-classy, without a whiff of pretension. Lastly, and most importantly, the guest list was full of friends and family that I’ve either know for 30 years, or will certainly treasure for 30 more (SAPPY JULIE).

I’m not too sure how many of those years I’ll document on this blog, but I just renewed my annual WordPress Premium plan, so you can count on at least one more. And with a Greatest Hits album out of the way, it’s the perfect time to start working on some new material.

Summer Party // Julie Van Can

Vintage Handmade Dress // Julie Van Can

Summer Party // Julie Van Can

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Summer Party // Julie Van Can

 

Committed

July 10, 2015 — 6 Comments

Black floral dress // We So Thrifty

Black floral dress // We So Thrifty

Black floral dress // We So Thrifty

Black floral dress // We So Thrifty

I’m here, guys! Still here! While I have no plans to let this blog die, I also have no plans to increase my sporadic post-per-month rate. So, it’s best if you just view this blog like a surprise BeyoncĂŠ album: There is no predicting its arrival, so just enjoy it once it’s here. (Did I just compare myself to BeyoncĂŠ?)

Hyperbolic comparisons aside, I had to post this dress because it’s my favourite thrifted thing in a long, long time. AND, I worked hard for it. Yes, thrifting can be hard work. Sometimes I find what I’m looking for without even trying, but other times, I have to visit every thrift store in town twice in the span of two weeks before I find it. “It,” this time around, was a dress for my dear friend’s wedding.  Not just any dear friend, either: I played a role in setting up this dear friend with her now-dearly-beloved husband (and don’t you think I didn’t brag about that all day: Matt had to tell me to scale it back when I boldly announced “LOOK at what I have CREATED!” upon entering the ceremony).

But back to the dress: I’m not exaggerating when I say I really, truely hit up every thrift/resale/consignment/vintage spot in town: Value Village, twice. Salvation Army, twice. The Edit, once, Bibles for Missions, once. I could go on! It was my second trip in as many weeks to Talize that finally yielded this winner. It hit every note: colourful, fun, comfortable, and, most importantly, wearable without the aid of any sort of special undergarment. The holy grail!

So there you go. I suppose the take away from this post is that you should never, ever give up on your dream*,  and that I am, more or less, BeyoncÊ.

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Dress: Talize | $17
Clutch: Clothing Swap | $0.25
Shoes: Payless | $25

*You are allowed to give up on your dream if your dream is finding thrifted wedding shoes the day of the wedding, but there’s nothing in your size at Value Village, so you just have to go to Payless and be done with it, because your hair doesn’t curl itself.

 

 

Weird Science

December 30, 2014 — 12 Comments

Polka dots + leather jacket // We So Thrifty

Polka dots + leather jacket // We So Thrifty

Polka dots + leather jacket // We So Thrifty

Polka dots + leather jacket // We So Thrifty

First off, there is some strange magic in this top. I’mma tell you right now my belly is about 200% bigger than it appears on screen. Something about the pattern on this blouse is spinning you a web of LIES. Lies that will come crashing down as soon as you see a side profile. But hey! I’ll take it!

I found this blouse in one of my regular visits to Yen’s shop. The tag on it read “oversized vintage sheer blouse,” and at first I was like “who you callin’ oversized TAG?” And then I realized this blouse fits a 6ft1 8.5-months-pregnant lady, so yes, it is definitely oversized. And for that I’m grateful.

The other item of note in this outfit is my new (p)leather jacket. All you have to do is scroll through the past six months of entries on this blog, and you’ll understand why I needed a new one (I’ll save you the trouble: I wore my old one every day and now it’s gross). I took a trip to the Salvation Army on their 50% boxing day sale (still wearing my old gross one), and this one jumped off the rack. It’s not real leather, so I’ll keep that dream alive, but it did feel like a step up from the cheap bombers you’d find at a place like Sirens or Stitches or wherever the cheap teen clothes are sold these days. It said it was designed in Canada, and even provided instructions on how to care for the fake leatha. It was certainly worth the $7.50 investment, and who knows! I may even be able to zip it up in a few months!

The greatest thing about this find didn’t reveal itself until I had a chance to Google the label though (isn’t that often the case?). This jacket is from a clothier called AbbyShot. AbbyShot creates only the finest replica wear from your favourite sci-fi movies, tv shows, games and anime. It’s geek wear! All geek wear! Which is just fantastic. 

I looked over their website, and their jackets go from $100-$500, all from a little Canadian company operating out of Newfoundland, Canada. So, obviously, I need to go to there.

The only missing piece in this wonderfully nerdy puzzle is I don’t know what movie/tv show/multiverse my jacket is from. It’s not anywhere on their website, and my searches have turned up fruitless. So, my fellow dorks, please take a close look and let me know who I am in this jacket, so that I may I know what kind of magic abilities or mega-cool weaponry I can pretend to have. I’ll be delivering a human in 2-3 weeks, and any additional superpowers would be most appreciated. 😉

Jacket: Salvation Army | $7.50
Blouse: The Edit | $26
Pants: Talize | $7
Clutch: Salvation Army | $5

 

 

Bumps & Balrogs

October 10, 2014 — 10 Comments

Leather jacket + burgundy pleated skirt // We So Thrifty

Leather jacket + burgundy pleated skirt // We So Thrifty

Leather jacket + burgundy pleated skirt // We So Thrifty

Leather jacket + burgundy pleated skirt // We So Thrifty

Leather jacket + burgundy pleated skirt // We So Thrifty

Hello friends!

One of the advantages to being a very lazy blogger is that, since I update so infrequently, I don’t have to generate any kind of original idea – I can just give all of you the ol’ family-reunion style speech on what’s new. If you’re my family – too bad. Maybe you’ll get some new material when you see me in person this weekend over turkey and more turkey (it’s Canadian Thanksgiving, you yankees).

Obviously, things have grown since my last post. Chief amoung them? The bump. It’s at that strange stage where you can’t really get a handle on how big it is, because depending on the angle, I can look anywhere from 5 to 9.5 months preggo. The first photo in this post? Hardly-bump! The last photo in this post? Holy-bump! (Since I get to see the the full picture in the comfort of my own home, I assure you “holy-bump!” is now the more accurate descriptor.)

Again, though – I’ve been really incredibly blessed in how my pregnancy has progressed so far. Compared to what I know is the norm for so many women, it’s been a breeze (and I just heard a story about a woman giving birth at 26 weeks after emergency appendectomy, so am not taking any of it for granted). Sure, I’m now the World’s Worst Walking Companion (because I have to pee every 20 minutes), and I had to end my relationship with nylons (I never liked them anyway), but things are moving along swimmingly. Literally – this little babe is definitely doing some crazy butterfly stroke in my uterus. It’s adorable.

I also definitely thought that, being nearly 6 months into my pregnancy, I would have had to purchase or thrift a lot more new clothing. Not so! I bought two stretchy maternity long sleeve tops and a pair of maternity jeans, and that’s the only preg-specific clothing I’ve accrued so far. As for everything else, I’m getting everything I can out of my current closet. I was never one for a Herve-Leger-style body-con dress, so I’ve found it pretty easy to work with what I’ve got – especially since it turns out I don’t actually know everything I’ve got. I just found this pleated skirt in the Mines of Moria, ie: my disastrous closet, after some intensive cleaning and organizing. I bought this skirt from the Salvation Army at least 4 years ago, maybe 5, and had completely forgotten about it for years. Just shows what you can find if you’re willing to dig deep! It might me a Balrog, or it might be a pretty pleated skirt. Both have their perks.

And perhaps that’s where I’ll end it today, because, honestly? I have to pee. Happy thanksgiving!

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Jacket: Talize | $12
Necklace: Salvation Army | $3
Bag: Talize | $9
Skirt: Salvation Army | I don’t recall the price because who knows what kind of ancient currency we were using five years ago?

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Photos by Yen!

Nautical blouse + sailor shorts // We So Thrifty

Nautical blouse // We So Thrifty

Nautical blouse + sailor shorts // We So Thrifty

Dear everyone,

Today is Canada Day. Actually, that’s a big fat lie, today is actually June 29. See, I’m being a responsible blogger, and preparing a post to automatically publish on July 1. Why can’t I publish this post myself on July 1? Because I’ll be on VACATION. ON A BEACH! WITH WATER! SAND! AND SUN! I’m leaving my email, my Facebook, and my Twitter behind (but keeping my Instagram, because one of the perks of a good vacation is being able to brag about it via overly-filtered photograph). What am I taking? This made-in-Italy blouse from the Salvation Army, these made-in-UK shorts from Talize, two bottles of SPF 30, and four bags of candy from Bulk Barn.

While it may not be July 1 as I write this, it will be July 1 as you read this, so perhaps all I’ll say is that this country is the greatest. We have the most Great Lakes, the most hot Ryans (Gosling, Reynolds), and the most outrageous made-in-Canada TV programming. At this point, you may point out that I should probably be wearing items that are made in Canada, but the beauty of this great country is that we don’t care where you’re made – once you’re here, you’re Canadian.

Oh Canada!

Nautical blouse + sailor shorts // We So Thrifty

Nautical blouse + sailor shorts // We So Thrifty

Blouse: Salvation Army | $2.99
Shoes: Talize | $11.99

Photos by Yen!

Behind the Seams: Talize

This is one of those posts I can’t believe I haven’t written before. Talize is one of my main stompin’ grounds, and I certainly thought I would have blogged a thrift trip inside their orange walls already. But alas! Not yet! So, without further ado, here we go!

Wait, a little more ado: thrifting for summer clothing is just the best. I spend all winter passing over cute summer dresses and crocheted crop tops because of their impracticality, but for a brief window, I can load up on all the things that have no place in the world besides a musical festival or summer camp (and I’ve gone to neither, oddly enough).

Now here we go. Let’s talk dresses!

Behind the Seams: Talize

Behind the Seams: Talize

First to be granted a chance on Julie’s Next Top Mini were these two dresses in varying shades of purple. The burgundy one was a lovely colour, and very flattering, but it fell in the “too short for work” and “not fun enough for everything else” zone. I loved the lace cutouts on the 80s voilet number! But it was too short for, well, everything. So, it was a pass as well.

Behind the Seams: Talize

Behind the Seams: Talize

Both of the above looks, it they had fit, would have fit nicely in the “imaginary music festival” section of my closet. The coral sun dress was a bit paper-baggy at the top, though, and the black maxi was just eh. Honestly, I’ve just been desperate to create this look from 2011 with a maxi and a belt, but I think that might have to do less with finding the right dress, and more with eating fewer potato chips.

Four misses off the bat isn’t unusual for me. It’s just part of the process. As the old saying goes: if at first you don’t succeed, wait until your sister finds something that’s too big for her!

Behind the Seams: Talize

Actually, to be honest, Laura pulled this one specifically for me, because it almost could have worked as a bridesmaid dress for the upcoming nuptials of my other sister. We’re all wearing mismatched navy/lace dresses, and I’m the only one who hasn’t purchased a dress yet. While this dress is lace, it’s a bit too teal, a bit too tight, and not quite formal enough for a girl on bridesmaid duty. That said, I’m confident I can find another occasion to wear a stretchy lace dress in any colour, so I brought it home.

Having declared a victor in the race of JNTM (Julie’s Next Top Mini, keep up, guys), let’s turn our attention towards some basics:

Behind the Seams: Talize

Remember last year when I expressed my desire for a thrifted denim shirt? And my delight when I finally found one I loved? That find signified that the denim shirt trend has reached a point of critical mass. That’s a term I don’t really understand, but I’m using it to say that the denim/chambray shirt trend is now so wide spread you can find them in thrift stores easily. I did like the snaps and details on the chambray shirt above, but it also just felt a little too Claire Dunphy. Don’t get me wrong, Claire is a babe, and she can rock the “mom on the go” thing with ease, but I’m not a mom yet, and when I’m “on the go”, it’s usually “I’m going to get ice cream.”

Behind the Seams: Talize

Behind the Seams: Talize

The two “yeps” above aren’t extraordinary, but they are fun and functional. That first top in particular is just a comfy, colourful stop that I might wear on a Saturday while I do errands (ie: go thrifting). And those jean shorts will be worn every second I’m not at work. I’ve been wishing for some denim shorts that weren’t Daisy Dukes, and these fit the bill. They are a little snug at the moment, but I plan on stretchin’ them right out.

Next up: Leather!

Behind the Seams: Talize

Behind the Seams: Talize

Ok, not neither of the above items feature real leather, but they’re close enough. I loved, loved, loved, the cut and shoulders on that first jacket, and the lines of leather on that Nygard coat made it look more modern than it actually was. But, in stark contrast to my trouble with dresses, both these items were a little too big. But not to worry, I did end up with a piece made of actual leather:

Behind the Seams: Talize

This Danier leather vest is a quality piece! The way it fits almost gives off a bustier feel, and sort of gave me vibes similar to this favourite look from Yen. While I’m not sure how I’ll wear it yet, the It’s a piece that will stand the test of time. While the leather goods are among the higher prices items at the thrift store (this one was $15), they earn that price tag. And sometimes I need to take the item out of it’s thrift store context: If I saw this piece at Danier for $15, I’d snatch it up faster than you can stay “see my vest.” Since this one was in great condition, my reaction was the very same.

Behind the Seams: Talize

The last item in my haul were these adorably tacky gold flats. They have GIANT ZIPPERS on top. Like, huh? Plus, that little gold heel injects just enough class into an otherwise too flashy shoe.

Perhaps what I like best about this thrift trip is that no two items are alike. I came home with a dress, a shirt, a vest, shorts, and a pair of shoes, in varying textures of lace, cotton, leather, denim, and gold. Thrift stores are always a mixed bag, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. Until next time!

When I Grow Up

May 15, 2013 — 17 Comments

Vintage rainbow skirt and a strappy tank // We So Thrifty

Vintage rainbow skirt and a strappy tank // We So Thrifty

Vintage rainbow skirt and a strappy tank // We So Thrifty

Ha! How sultry am I in that first pic? I’m all “yeah, wall, I like the way your brick is layed.” Blogging and taking photos is hilariously dumb sometimes. Then again, I can truthfully say that about most of my favourite things. The best things in life are sometimes free, sometimes not, but they are always hilarious and dumb. That should be on a motivational Pinterest poster.

Anyways, let’s rein in this entry. If I look like I’m romantically into that wall, it’s because I’m romantically into this outfit. Well, not romantically, but I am pretty into it. I bought this vintage skirt at the Salvation Army last year (worn also here), and I don’t wear it nearly as often as I should. It makes me feel like a bouquet of flowers. I also feel a little like a ballerina, and a little like a gymnast. The bun accounts for the ballerina vibes, and the gymnast within comes from the double-strapped Lululemon tank top I scored at Talize a few weeks ago.

Oddly enough, Ballerina and Gymnast were the #2 and #3 future professions on my “When I Grow Up” list from age 5-7. Back then, my career aspirations were determined by the attire associated with that career. Obviously, Figure Skater handily secured the #1 spot for all of Kindergarten and most of Grade 1. Flouncy skirts! Shiny leggings! Sparkles!…Sadly, those dreams were dashed the moment I realized that skating is very cold, and I suck at it. I would forever be relegated to the penalty box, silently weeping as all my crushes skated pass me during the painful coming-of-age ritual known as “Couple Skate”. All the funny-tasting hot chocolate from the instant hot chocolate machine in Georgetown couldn’t warm my sad, sad soul.

If I could have offered young Julie a few words of sage advice, I would have told her that eventually she will get to wear all the sparkles and ballerina buns in the world, without ever having to set foot in an arena again. It’s true. They let anyone wear sequins these days! The same goes for all my forgotten gymnast dreams. When I bought this Lululemon tank at the thrift store, I didn’t even have to pretend I was stretchy enough for yoga. I can wear it just because it’s comfy and the straps are groovy.

Eventually, I stopped picking careers based on the cute outfits, and instead picked them based on whatever unit we were studying in school. At one point, I sincerely thought I wanted to be an astronomer (this was before I realized I suck at math and science even more than I suck at skating), and during the Ancient Egypt unit, I thought Future Archeologist sounded pretty rad.

Obviously, I did not become an astronomer (although a few summers ago my friends and I were pretty confident we discovered a new constellation in the shape of a K, and called it Special K), but in my own small way, I practice a bit of archeology every time I enter the thrift store. Archeology is the study of human activity in the past, and my favourite thrifted finds always reveal a little more of that. I didn’t grow up to be a ballerina, a skater, or an archeologist. I grew up to be a thrifter. That means I can steal a little from all of those professions, and do it all in a climate that’s more temperate than an arena or the pyramids of Egypt. I’m definitely into that.

Vintage rainbow skirt and a strappy tank // We So Thrifty

Vintage rainbow skirt and a strappy tank // We So Thrifty

Vintage skirt: Salvation Army | $3.00
Lululemon tank: Talize | $17.00
Sandals: Talize | $3.50
Photos: Yen
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Lucky Number Seven

April 10, 2013 — 12 Comments

Vintage Spring Dress // We So Thrifty

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In my last post, I featured a few of the items I left behind at the thrift store, and a few of the reasons I left them. Some were left because they were too small, others because they were too big, and still others because they weren’t quite right. One of the items I passed on was a $7 Target sweater, and while $7 doesn’t seem like much, I knew I could do more with those dollars than a too-short sweater. After all, $7 at the thrift store is like $40 in real life. Basically, 1 thrift dollar = 5.7 regular dollars. Whoa. I just did math! Anyways, because I know the value of a thrift dollar, I passed on the sweater and patiently waited for something better to come along.

Well friends, patience paid off. Granted, I only had to wait three more days for the -50% sale at Talize, but still. On sale day, I marched into Talize, and spent no more than 10 minutes in the dress section before heading to the change room. On the way there, my patience was tested by four unruly children playing hide and seek in the racks, but I just hit their mom with a pretty severe glower and headed on my way (yeah yeah, that might be me some day, but in the meantime, I’ll glower all I want). A $3.50 dress and some $3.50 sandals were the only standouts in my haul, so headed to the checkout and was out the door in no time. Upon pairing my new items with the right accessories and a welcome bit of sunshine, I’ve concluded that I put $7 and a bit of patience to very good use.

…And having just read a forecast that includes the words “ice pellets,” I’ll need all the patience I can get. Here’s hoping spring will also be worth the wait.

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Vintage Dress: Talize | $3.50
Sandals: Talize | $3.50
Purse: Salvation Army | $5 (I used an old gold necklace to fashion a new strap)
Belt: Salvation Army | $0.99
Earrings: Ten Thousand Villages

What’s My Age Again?

January 9, 2013 — 21 Comments

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Malls. Home to more stores than one person can take in on a single visit. And you’re not even supposed visit them all, really. The tweens find their tight tees and tighter jeans in Hollister and Forever 21. More mature shoppers stick to places like Cleo and Mexx, and everybody else hovers around Zara and H&M. Malls specialize in catering to these specific demographics. But those strategically-designed storefronts and prohibitive pricing structures can prove quite confining to those of us with a broader approach to style. And to those people I say: come thrift with me. The thrift store doesn’t care how old you are. They don’t care if you’re a Joe Fresh or J. Crew kind of girl. They don’t care if you want fine leather or cheap pleather. They simply want you to enjoy their offerings. The Gucci is next to the Guess. The Dynamite next to Dior. And you can mix and mingle amongst these labels as you please.

Today’s all-black ensemble is the end result of this multi-generational mingling. The three main players (jacket, dress, shoes) in this outfit make a pretty stellar team, but only in the thrift store can they transcend their ageist restraints. Allow me to explain:

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I’ll begin by contrasting my pleather jacket with my leather booties. The jacket originally came from Sirens. Sirens specializes in terribly cheap club wear for teenagers and college girls. Their clothing is essentially disposable, and rarely survives more than two or three washes. I outgrew that store around the same time I outgrew Bacardi Breezers and the Black Eyed Peas. BUT when I saw this pleather jacket in nearly-new condition at the thrift store for a meager $12, it came home with me. I’ll certainly get $12 worth of wear out of it, and my $12 isn’t going to the sweatshop that manufactured it for pennies in the first place. On the very same Talize visit, and for a very similar price, I found these black ankle boots. Contrarily, these boots are real leather, and manufactured by a company called Rieker. Rieker uses words like “sensible”, “long-lasting” and “orthopedic” to describe their product. Their target market? The parents (and grandparents) of the girls shopping at Sirens.

Smack dab in the middle of this leather-pleather sampler is my Zara dress, thrifted for $7 from the Salvation Army a few years ago. If Sirens is the teenager, and Rieker the middle-aged parent, then Zara is the late-twenty something with more discerning tastes and a slightly larger disposable income. Basically, it’s me. So, if we break this look down by age, I’m 19 on the top, 45 on the bottom, and 26 in the middle. But when I put all these items all together, they just look like me. I’m not a teenager anymore, nor am I ready for mom jeans and minivans, but the thrift store allows me to pull from both of these worlds as I choose.

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If I limited myself to shopping at the stores that are aimed at my age group as opposed to the thrift store, I still might have found this dress on clearance, but I certainly wouldn’t have found this jacket or these shoes. And what’s a basic black turtleneck without a bomber and booties? I’ll tell you: very, very boring.

Walking the Walk

October 11, 2012 — 27 Comments

A few months back, I wore some kitten heals on the blog and made a big ol’ deal about it. Granted, for a girl who has never worn so much as a heavy tread for fear of adding to her stature, it was a big deal. But sometimes—and all bloggers will attest to this—there can be a split between blog life and real life. For example, I’ll fully admit I look ten times more put together on my blog than I do off the blog. Frankly, most of the time I look like this:

But I DO always make a point of wearing everything I blog. The heels thing, however, has been a bit of a gray area. I certainly have more heels than I used to since that initial triumphant post, but I don’t really wear them as often as some of you may have been led to believe. That post wasn’t some magic switch that suddenly blasted away all my many years of feeling just a teensy bit too tall. Sure, I’ve worn them to a dinner with Matt when I know I’ll be sitting down quickly. I’ve worn them if I’m walking some very short distance to get a post-outfit shoot snack. I’ve worn them in my house when “I’m all up in the kitchen in my heels” like BeyoncĂŠ (haha, just kidding: I don’t cook and am therefore never in the kitchen).

But had I busted them out for a long night on the town in hoards of other small people? Nope.

However, that all changed a few weekends ago (not the cooking, the heel-wearing). My friend Sandra (who is also tall and oft mistaken for a Swedish volleyball player) organized a girls trip to Niagara Falls to celebrate her birthday. I had already thrifted an outfit for the event: A gray mini from the Salvation Army (that’s vintage but looks so modern it’s crazay) and some other golden accessories, but I was still without a decent pair of shoes. The theme of the night was “high roller,” and seeing as I would be surrounded by leopard print and sequins, I was relying on the right shoe to up the ante.

Well, guys, I quickly discovered it’s very hard to thrift statement flats. On the flipside, it’s very easy to thrift statement heels. For example, I found these edgy $4.99 wedges in record time at Talize on my lunch break. They’re pretty fierce, right? Except they are about 3 inches outside my comfort zone. But as I sat in that Talize, stroking these lovely wedges like a creepy cat lady, I thought “Dang Julie. If you won’t even wear heels surrounded by a gaggle of your tall friends, you never will”. (Yes, all my internal monologues are in the third person).

So that was that. It was time to walk the walk I promised all those months ago: I was going wearing heals, for longer than three-quarters on a hour.

Friday arrived. We took over three hotel rooms with the sweet smell of hairspray and cupcakes, and I laced up. I felt absolutely gargantuan, but pretty awesome. I was, without question, the tallest chick in Niagara. 6’4 and hella-proud. The other thing I noticed is that once you get above the 6’1 mark, people stop commenting! I guess at 6’1 people still think there’s a chance you may not know you’re tall, but at 6’4 their like “Daaaang, that girl knows“. That, or I’m just a little scary – like a yeti or a dauntingly-large sub.

In an effort to make sure I practice what I preach, I’ve since remixed those wedges and that dress a few more times, this time with a newly-thrifted Jacob vest and my trusty faux-leather leggings.

So, what’s the next step in this relationship? While I do feel like a certain personal goal has been fulfilled, I don’t see myself forming a long-term relationship with high heels. See, about four hours into the evening, my feet were weeping silent tears of pain. And while I’m all for feeling secure and confident and all that Oprah-love-yourself-BS, I’m not for willingly inflicting pain on oneself for a sweet pair o’ shoes. Because, let’s be real here, the heels might look nice, but they don’t give me a warm fleecy hug like my Snuggie, nor do they catch the crumbs from the pile of chips on my lap. And when you compare sore toes to warm hugs, warm hugs win out every time.

That said, my friends might hope I reconsider: Turns out 6’4 is the perfect height for giving a pretty great hug. I’m like a walking Snuggie. Just feed me chips and I’ll dispense free hugs all night.