For my OOTD I got inspired by the weather and the comeback of the jupe-culotte at the latest PFW…
As a mother of two, practicality imposes itself in my OOTDs and increasingly this has meant a challenge to accessorizing as jewelry peaces are perceived as edible toys by my baby… So in order to avoid getting chocked or having my ears ripped off and to add a little oomph to an otherwise (God forbid!) mundane look, I’ve started a small obsession this Winter season with more practical and functional accessories ornated with old-era designs. In this outfit I opted for gloves: functional (shield vs. the cold) and kids friendly (kids can’t get hurt by or swallow a glove) and they add a lot of flair and romanticism to a look… Of course it’s key to find the right gloves for your look, as there is a risk of them looking too costumey or ill-matched if they don’t blend into the theme of the overall outfit. Remember that fit is key so make sure your gloves don’t make your fingers look disproportionately large! Finally, you can’t wear gloves for every Winter OOTD, so remember that the same can be achieved with a carefully selected old-era designed scarf or hat.
With its hilarious knock-offs (think Canal street with a Lebanese touch), to fruit colors that will knock you off your feet, to colorful characters of all ages (think old men sipping Turkish coffee & smoking shisha at local cafés with the colorful Hamra-shopping local fashionista walking by) Hamra street (Hamra means in English the red one) may be shunned today by the Beirut fashion snobs as a destination for the masses, but I certainly recommend a stroll through it to tourists as a way to get a more local feel of west Beirut and a taste of a stretch that has not wavered throughout all the Lebanese turmoil as one of Beirut’s main commercial streets. You’ll note that there is an efforts being made to bring back some lost glory and prominence to Hamra and that it certainly looks nothing like its dodgy depiction in Homeland.
Hopped to Athens for a couple of days on our way home for Christmas and faithful to our ‘take the kids everywhere with you’ survival policy we climbed all the way up to the Acropolis area with them 🏆 which was tiring but still rewarding and under control… except things started getting more complicated when we were forced to steer away from our plans as we tried to get back to our hotel by the parliament and it turned out that the whole area was closed off for a protest… We took the advice of a random cab driver who drove us through the Castella area and into Mikrolimano to a restaurant of his choice by the Aegean Sea…here our girls truly shined today as (despite all our policing) they went 20 fingers plunging into the lovely Greek oily fish… the highlight of course was to follow when I turned to look at my youngest, who was starring at me with her big guilty-looking eyes and in an instant she sneezed all her purée on my OOTD (luckily I had taken those pics before!) Things got back to the cheery side however as we had a very entertaining cab ride back to our hotel and through the Plaka area with a really funny local who seemed very at ease with the screaming kids saying he had 3 kids of his own that fill his life and stress him out and then he went on a cab-ride-long monologue on the worsening economic situation wrapped up with the zinger: “my wife used to call me to tell me I love you and now she just calls me to say: “I
want foulous!” (this means money in Arabic as he wanted to impress us with his language skills…lol) Now we’re back at the hotel and the protest in front of parliament has been replaced with a music concert surrounded by glittering Christmas trees… 5 more days to Christmas!!!