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About sergelyne

I was going up the stairs at work one day and I realized that, sadly, I still do not live in New York and that, even sadder: I don't own a Celine purse. Nope - not anytime soon, not on a teacher salary. So I thought why not poke fun at my champagne taste... and hence this new blog called Today, I wore black.

Winter Fest

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This year for Christmas, I received heated socks. And last year, I got a pair of heated mittens – I guess that my transformation into an outdoorswoman is complete.

As I have told you before, I live minutes away from a national park and it took the COVID pandemic for me to make hiking there a weekly activity. And as I started hiking more and more, I noticed that what was stopping me from truly enjoying myself was not having the proper gear. It just isn’t fun to end a hike with blisters all over your feet. It’s even less fun when you feel like you are minutes away from losing a toe due to frostbite. But let’s be honest, it’s more than the fear of hypothermia that was keeping me away from parks, ski slopes and lakes. Like many others in the black community, I had bought into the narrative that the outdoors wasn’t my thing.

Before 2020, wellness for me involved spending money on myself: getting my nails done, meeting friends up for brunch, going shopping, and grabbing drinks after a long work week. I certainly didn’t equate wellness with going for a hike on a snowy trail in the middle of February. I guess I always knew that getting outside could improve one’s health and well-being. It’s not hard to believe the many studies that have shown that it increases physical activity; lowers blood pressure; improves social interaction; decreases levels of stress and anxiety. But let it be the advertising or my own beliefs, I – like many others – had managed to convince myself that the outdoors were not for me. I didn’t see how doing something physical could bring me the inner peace I was searching for. I didn’t know that it would lead me to connect and engage with others in a way I never had. I now know.

While getting outside benefits everyone, the following public service announcement is particularly aimed at my people. With Black History Month fast approaching, how about we not only celebrate our ancestors and our heroes but also make our mental and physical health a priority by getting out there? Unsure about where to go or what to do? Check out Hike MTL’s Blk WinterFest. During the whole month of February, they will be offering black Canadians of all ages the opportunity to partake in a variety of winter activities in a fun, safe and inclusive environment.

So not afraid of heights? How about giving ice climbing – yes, ice climbing, downhill skiing or snowboarding a try? Would rather stay grounded? You might want to give snowshoeing, cross-country skiing or OAC skiing – a mix between skiing and snowshoeing a shot. Whatever you decide on, just know that all these experiences have been curated to get us moving all the while challenging some of our deep-rooted prejudices when it comes to the outdoors.

See you out there. And yes, I’ll be wearing my matching heated mitts and socks.

✌🏾 Sergelyne

Take a hike

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Remember when I said that I had started running? Well, I stopped. Not stopped stopped – it was more of a slow stop: there were few “it’s too hot to go for a run”, many “I just got my hair done, so I don’t want to mess it up” and some “it’s wayyyyy too cold to go out today”.

One thing I did pick up – and ultimately stuck with – during the pandemic is walking. Confession: I live at the base of a mountain. And yet, before Covid, you couldn’t pay me to go on the trails. But eh, that’s what the past two years have been all about: discovering new hobbies! Baking was definitely out of the question because the goal was to get out of my house. And so, a couple of girlfriends and I started meeting up to go on walks – and the occasional proper hike.

What started as occasional thing turned into a solid commitment. So imagine my joy when I came across Hike Mtl, a diversity and inclusion outdoors club.

As a black person, you don’t see a lot of people that look like you in these spaces, or in advertising. As an outdoor enthusiast I found a need to create a safe and inclusive space. A space that inspires and encourages black, racialized and marginalized people to get outdoors. A space for everyone to take advantage of nature’s therapeutic benefits.

The club’s founder, Jamillah Jean, had me at hello. While I enjoy my solo lunchtime walk, it’s just as nice to go out there with a few kindred spirits.

Right about now, I’m probably making my way down the top of Mont-Royal. Or I’m sitting by Sir George-Étienne Cartier’s monument, planning my next outing with the other members. Either way, I’m taking care of myself – mentally and physically.

Walking, you should give it a try. It’s the new chicken soup for the soul.

✌🏾 Sergelyne

“Shop with intent,” they said.

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Last month, I told you that I had started selling some of my clothes that no longer fit – let it be my body or my style – on Poshmark. The assignment was clear: make some extra cash. I, of course, misunderstood said assignment.

Everyone – minimalists and maximalists alike – will tell you the same thing: shop with intent, shop with a list. So that’s what I did. I went in looking for a bargain. And while looking for good deals, I found myself going down a rabbit hole.

So here’s some of what I’ve gotten in the past few months:

1- Something woven: To know me is to know that I’m a bag lady – which is not to say that I haven’t refined my collection. The idea was to keep only one purse per style, plus any – ok fine, all of the investment pieces. Even the bags I don’t use anymore. This means that I’ve retired my Speedy, but since I see retirement the same way Jay-Z does, there’s always a chance for a comeback. All this to say that after taking inventory of the bags I had left, I realized that I didn’t have a handheld everyday bag in a decent size. You know: not too big, not too small. So I got this Club Monaco navy woven tote.

Now, I normally would have gone with a black or tan purse, but it reminded me of a Bottega intrecciato tote. Plus, it was brand new, so at $22, it was a no-brainer. FYI, the smaller version is still for sale.

2- Something leather: As you know I turned 40 this year. I had visions of wearing leather – a leather skirt or leather pants – at my birthday celebration and therefore became obsessed with finding the perfect leather item. Now, no way was I going to drop the $500 Massimo Dutti is asking for. And while I know that vegan leather is all the rage, I just can’t. I don’t like the feel of them. I don’t like the look of them. And the look of them sure doesn’t like me. What makes me say that? Aritzia and Zara do sell many models at a reasonable price. But unfortunately, finding pants at these two stores has always been quite a journey.

So I looked for something on the secondhand market. I did find a pair of Danier leather pants in excellent used condition for less than $40. But I had to resell them – at a loss – because they didn’t fit. It isn’t just Aritzia and Zara that have something against le bum. Leather pants are pants made out of leather, ie. extra tricky to pull off. I will not be making that mistake again.

I did get a Danier leather skirt instead this month. Bon, it has a high-low hem and not exactly what I wanted, but I got it for a great price ($25) and it fit me perfectly. This is funny because this time I applied a lesson learned from my ill-fitting leather pants: it’s better to overshoot and get them fixed after. The joke’s on me, I guess…

3- Something Miu Miu: Speaking of making a list, these wedges were not on my list, but I couldn’t resist. They were listed as being in EUC (excellent used condition – three letters/words that are very sought after in the resale market) and designed by Miuccia Prada. Need I say more?

I’ve been an espadrilles girl – whatever that means – for the longest time. I’ve owned this one navy same pair for years and then two years ago I finally took the plunge and invested in the quintessential pair of espadrilles, Castañer – only to wear them less than five times. To be honest, I can only remember wearing twice: once in Costa Rica before the pandemic and once this past summer. I don’t know why I got them with a wedge so high and, of all colors, in ivory…

Anyhow, here’s to hoping that I am a wedge girl and just hoping to become one.

So these three items were my best secondhand purchases. Whether they were actually on my wish list or not, they’re the ones I look forward to building an outfit around and wearing. Don’t worry, I’ll talk about the letdowns in a later post.

Oh, by the way, the only leather I wore on my birthday was some old Nine West leather pumps that survived the great purge.

Hope you all had a restful holiday.

✌🏾 Sergelyne

To Black Friday or not to Black Friday…

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Black Friday is – well, one could say that any sale is my Achilles’ heel. Je réponds présente à chaque fois. That being said, I’m working on it.

That’s because the pandemic made it hard for me to justify buying stuff. No matter how great the dress looked on me or how much of a discount COS was offering, it just felt pointless. I’m the first one to say that I dress for myself. Yes, for myself to go somewhere.

That is not to say that I didn’t have the urge to buy. As rational as this behaviour might seem – let’s not buy things that you don’t need – the pandemic also highlighted that I’m an emotional shopper. 2020 was all about survival: that’s probably why I can’t recall buying any clothing item that wasn’t an absolute necessity from March until December. Things now are much different though: this past year has thrown me for a loop. Not being able to see my friends and family at will, working from home, being alone for most of the day, not being able to make clear mid- or long-term plans – all of it has been difficult for me. So I resumed shopping because it’s something that I can do from home while going to the mall gives me a respite from being at home 24/7. Plus, I enjoy shopping alone.

Thankfully, being stuck at home made me realize that I needed to find a more qualified therapist.

That explains why after virtually dog-earing many sweaters on aritzia.com and a few pairs of boots on theoutnet.com, I only got a black blazer and a headband. It’s all I really want – I mean, need.

Oh by the way, should you want/need a belt, my beloved Lecce is on sale – of course, it is – at SSENSE. You’re welcome.

✌🏾Sergelyne

I bought a belt

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Isabel Marant Khaki Lecce belt

Photo provided by SSENSE

I’m not a belt person. Hold on, does such a person even exist? Anyhow, I’ve owned belts before but I’ve never been excited about belts the way I get excited about shoes, bags, watches or even scarves… Plus everything I used to wear was oversized and shapeless – basically potato sacks. Go ahead, ask my husband, he’ll tell you. Need further proof? Check out this past post. Potato sacks, the reason why I never really felt the need for a nice belt before.

That being said, the past five years have tested my love of potato sacks: my body had started to change pre-baby and continued on changing post-baby. Have no fear: I’m not here to vilify my body. It is what it is: I’ve gained weight. And now I fully understand the need to – actually no, the power of a defined waist.

I guess I should have named this post “I invested in a designer belt for my birthday” because I definitely spent more on it than I should have. But since one only turns forty once… Many have the Loewe Obi belt on their wish list – the ultimate waist cincher if you ask me. However I do not have Loewe money. Plus, that belt can’t be that comfortable seating down. That’s why I went with the Isabel Marant Lecce. To no ones’ surprise, it took me forever to decide which colour to go with. I’ve had for 2 months now and I’m still not sure that I pick the right one. Entre bordeaux, khaki, marron et noir, mon coeur vacillait… I ended going with the khaki one. It’s not black, but goes with black. Perfect, right?

So here I am at 40 with an overpriced belt that I’m hoping will cinch my waist back to the early 00s. Here’s to hoping…

“Instead of a buckle, Isabel Marant’s ‘Lecce’ belt coolly fastens with a wraparound knot that makes adjusting the size so easy.” – NET-A-PORTER’s editor’s notes

✌🏾 Sergelyne