I suppose I've got a weird, gothy, ghosty vibe going on for this post and the last. Although today at work I kept catching myself in the mirror and feeling like some weird Burton-y character in an orphan's uniform.
Or maybe I'm just trying to dress like my cat. It works for her.
I love color, I do. I love staring at certain sweaters, sometimes sticking colors next to each other that don't particularly go but something about the brightness next to each other is pleasing. That said, there's something comforting to me about black and white (or black and cream). Black tights are especially nice, no matter what I feel good in them, as though attached to some kind of anchor.
Dress: Madewell, Shirt: J. Crew, Shoes: BC Footwear , Bag: Vintage, Necklace: Lawrence (chain added), Lipstick: NARS Terre de Feu
I bought this dress in late summer, and rationalized the purchase by saying I would wear it all the time come colder weather with black tights and chunky sweaters. I then wore it once and promptly forgot about it. I think that's a sign I need to do the winter-summer wardrobe switch-out, and maybe pull some of the old forgottens forward again.
All of the sudden it's winter. I should probably start calling this a personal style slash weather blog, for all I talk about the latter. I used to try very hard not to, because complaining or talking about the weather is one of the most boring things ever. It's my least favorite small-talk topic, but there I am every post thinking about it. It's only that it so dictates what I end up wearing, to a certain degree. And it's a strange thing, especially given recent years on the East coast where suddenly everything is going a little bit nuts.