One of those days… (outfit fail!)

Everyone has one of those days…

Today I woke up a full hour before my alarm and could not get back to sleep. I was not rested at all!

So zombieface (me) decides to throw together an outfit that’s all in line with the weather last night (guesses?). I generally plan carefully, but this morning my brain was not yet up and running, apparently.

As I am about to leave the house, I realise (horror of horrors!) I have a very important meeting with my new boss. It was only the we-are-deciding-your-future-at-the-company sort of meeting, so no biggie.

All of a sudden that loud red button-up makes a lot less sense than 2 minutes ago. So I quickly change into a beige sweater and throw a gray blazer over my shoulders. Is this the moment to say I was wearing black jeans?

Due to my little wardrobe mess I missed my train connection. No need to panic, there’s another train 15 minutes later. But then THAT ONE’s delayed which makes me miss my second connection (the glamorous commuter life, sigh).

Then I finally open my eyes and I look at myself in the mirror. I look dark. Very dark. Bags under my eyes, disheveled hair, black on gray with beige combo. What was I thinking?

Thankfully I am not hired for my sartorial skills (yet?), so I get to keep on editing, at least for the foreseeable future.

Moral of the story: plan your outfits, Alba. Even being a morning person cannot always work.

It’s the weekend again! (Why I wore 2 different outfits in 1 day) Part 2

So on Saturday we had the Gay Pride Parade in Amsterdam.

It is generally an occasion for much rejoice, regardless of your sexual orientation. It is just an opportunity to o a bit crazy and enjoy the weather.

Then again, this is the Netherlands, so let’s not get too crazy with the sunny days.

So the parade was almost over, when we got this:

I still had a dinner date with great friends, so I needed to go home and change. I was wet to the bone, so I decided to not even try to dry myself. But I also wanted to be comfortable.

So I changed into a comfy cropped black pants / bright green boxy shirt combo, and ran out the door.

I managed to be fashionably late (never a good thing), but all was forgiven over a mojito and tapas.

Talking to friends about life, and the universes was a great way to recharge for work on Monday.

Some inspiration for this project

Since I returned from the US, I have begun following some bloggers who serve as an inspiration for this blog. My favourite are (in no particular order):

Jean, with her Extra Petite blog. She has some killer work outfits that can be turned into more going-out outfits.

Annie, at Stylish Petite. Her outfits are so light, yet look so polished –and comfortable!

Wendy, from Wendy’s Lookbook, because she wears flats sometimes and I appreciate that.

I love the way these fashion bloggers dress, and I love how they are so secure and comfortable in their own skin.

That brings us to my biggest problem. Unfortunately for me, I cannot just waltz to the next Ann Taylor, Loft, or Banana Republic sale to buy petite sizes. (Also, importing clothes … yikes! Definitely outside the budget range)

Then again, I live in gorgeous Amsterdam, so I am not complaining

See? It is gorgeous!

However, when it comes to clothes…

People here can be so tall that they don’t find long enough clothes, so us petites make a very tiny (no pun intended!) share of the market.

The challenge is, then, to find pieces that I can wear off the rack (like skirts, or blouses with 3/4 length sleeves), or that I can easily alter.

So these bloggers give me inspiration, but they also have made me think of how I can get around the issue of height in a country where nobody else has that issue.

Wish me luck!