Yiran : “Why is it that every time we want to write a post, it becomes a research project ?”
Me : ” Because its not helpful other wise. “Invest in good quality” is the most useless piece of advice to our generation. We know the intention behind the words but we lack the know-hows to act on it. ”
I wont apologize for the length of this post. This is expected when a computer scientist writes a style blog.
Buying JUST because its second hand or cheap has never been a good strategy in-terms of investing my money, time or closet space. When I got started with vintage hunting, I didn’t know how to reject stuff that was too good to be that cheap. The result : unworn clothes at the back of the closet, fav clothing falling apart and massive decluttering missions. “Quality over quantity”, I seem to chant. But what exactly is quality ? Second hand market is filled with gently used not so pristine items. How far can I deviate from the perfect garment to consider it worth taking home ? I am trying to learn a few technical details that will help me quantify the term quality and to not attribute it to clothes just because they are expensive. I want to be able to answer “how” and “why” before I make a purchase.
These words get used to quantify the term. ISO 9001:2000 describes it as aptitude of a set of characteristic to satisfy requirements. But whose requirements ? What characteristics ? What aptitude ? In summary, good at what ? MY requirements.
Estate sales have become my favorite way to treasure hunt for clothes. This Burberry trench once belonged to a wealthy European immigrant who passed away last year. Her closet had patent pumps, fur coats, teeny-tiny beaded evening bags and checkered trousers. Her silk blouses had mother-of-pearl buttons and were all beige in color. She read books on American history and politics. She liked tea pots and had a large collection of wine glasses. I felt like an intruder for going through the private contents of her home but she left behind a lot of “stuff” that needed to be cleared out. The next owner of this trench coat was supposed to be my aunt. She wanted it until she came to pick it up. She could not get over the iffy feeling of a second hand garment and refused to even try it on. Hence this blog post. ( Its also time for me to stop buying second hand garments for my friends and family. More often than not, I am stuck selling these items … )
Isn’t it iffy ?
Have you eaten with a spoon in a restaurant ? Have you seen how they wash the beer mugs in a bar ? Have you tried on clothes in a store ? Have you slept in the sheets in a hotel bed ? Haven’t you shared germs on the subway but washed yourself after you got home? The phobia of second hand garments feels unjust to me. I also get asked about how I avoid items from people of certain cast/religion. I am still flabbergasted by that question. Its going to be fine. My quality of life has increased from wearing a second hand garment. I wish you the same.
To start off
I get asked about my clothes a lot. I have cousins/girlfriends who borrow my jewellry and dresses. I get asked a lot about how I can afford the Celine & Stella McCartney. “Second hand”, I proudly announce.
There is also this sad realization that we have a long way to go before recycling becomes a mainstream concept. I have seen people cringe. I have seen people force a fake smile to hide their disapproval. At this point, I am wary of talking to people about second hand clothing because I have to listen to them in return. All of these opinions. If I met the 23-year-old me fresh-off-the-boat, she would have said these things too and I would like to punched her in the face. Grow up faster, I would tell her. Anyways ….
I could write about it from the view point of I-am-holier-than-thou and I-am-busy-saving-the-planet-f***er. But that would be a lie.
Drawdown – I write a blog that sometimes references the concepts of sustainability from a stand point of individual consumption. But I don’t for-a-second think I am making a difference given how big the problem is. This book is a starting point to understand some recommended ways to tackle climate change, 100 of them arranged in descending order of overall impact arrived at by data science. My husband works in clean energy and is making a difference. I want to do my share too. Its a good book to help us figure out where to send our yearly charitable contributions.
Shower cap – another yearly replacement. Thanks to this and braids, I can get away with washing my hair once every 4 days.
Porter magazine, Winter Edition – I flipped through it at a news stand and their incredible woman issues live up to the words in the title. A good coffee to sip on, while I read it.
This perfume set – the only clean fragrance I found till date. Once I zero in on the fragrance I like, I plan to get the perfume oil, my preferred way of consuming scent and the most economical one.
To be able to blog – My husband thinks its a waste of my time that can be better used else where and I agree with him. Its a guilty pleasure of mine. I love the process – the taking of photographs, the story, the research, the friendships that came out of it, … Its my own NGO. All the profit made from the affiliate links will be donated to the environmental charities at the end of the year. Thank you for tolerating posts like these which are a bunch of shopping links put together.
Every year, its customary to ponder upon this question and make a blog post with my findings. It is not necessary to be chic to be well dressed or to have a great personal style. But I want it to be an element in the way I approach clothing. I am still on the learning side of the curve and am looking to learn from the masters with more life experience than me. The first essay that spoke to me is this one. It has shaped my current sensibilities and I refer to it when I find myself straying from the goal I set for myself. Its biased towards minimalism and treating purchases as long term investments. This year, I found a few more articles that are in line with my school of life. I have reproduced them here with the sources paired with some of my favorite images.
Chic is halfway between elegant and cool. Its an effortless-looking pulled togetherness, with a touch of awareness
Chic is one of the few things which, refusing to bow down and worship fashion, is not crushed under the wheels of that Juggernaut. Chic is to fashion what poetry is to prose, cold veal to roast partridge, a gad-fly to a bull. What is chic may, in a sense, be fashionable, but what is fashionable cannot be chic.
Anybody can wear and do what is fashionable. It is not fashionable unless a lot of people do it, and have it on — until, in three words which grate rather hard upon the ear in this connection, it is common. Chic cannot be common. You cannot put on another person’s chic, as you may her boots or her hats. You cannot copy it. You never know where to look for it.
“Fashion is incessantly trying to catch chic, but chic won’t be caught. If fashion is the monarchy, chic is the revolution. It is the revolution whose watchwords are Liberty, Fancy, and Diversity. And remember, expensive stuff is shoddy. Not Chic.”
— Quoted and modified from The New York Times Article Archives 1977.
1. Chic is about personality.
To express chic is about liberty, fancy, and diversity — about personality and uniqueness. You can always find a Parisian lady with layers of clothes and looking comfortable, or a lady effortlessly chic in a simple camisole, wrapped with layers of dramatic scarf. It has always been about the taste and the style.
2. Chic is about culture.
Most people agree that chic usually refers to Parisian and some European country. It is said that Europeans are rich in culture and have a higher understanding of their own skin. This is reflected best in their appearance. You will never find a middle aged lady in a fitted dress and mini skirt, in Paris. You will never find a young lady in a grown up dress and make up. What you will find, mostly are people who use their own style and look graceful in their own age. Kids act like kids. Middle age women look elegant and graceful. And the young women look chic and not shoddy. We know what we buy, what suits us well, and what will look good on us. What celebrities wear is not an issue, no impulse buying, and trendy is not even a word here.
3. Be Chic effortlessly.
We always look natural and effortlessly chic. You will find our hair drops naturally, goes well with the wind blowing, and curly or straight it always looks and feels natural. The makeup will always be natural and plain. We use make up not to change our face to look like a celeb and or a model, but to enhance our own natural beauty. Simply said, it is much better to look natural and effortlessly casual and chic, rather than too much effort for something that looks too much.
4. Be comfortable in your own skin.
This means understand more about yourself. Don’t be a fashion victim. Parisians are never too ashamed to show their cellulite. We understand and are proud of our aging signs. We are never too ashamed to let others know how old we are. You will find a Parisian lady in her white hair – loose skin, and still look as elegant and graceful as a younger woman
5. Pay attention to details.
The clothes are mostly in a basic cut and plain, if not then focus on the motive and or the color which usually is not more than 3 colors. Pay more attention to details, such as the hat, the scarf, the bag, the boots, the shoes, the coat, the belt, and the jewelry.
6. Wear Gold and Pearl instead of Silver.
Paris is always about romance and elegance. Too much silver will make you looks like a rock star or even a hippie, but too much gold and pearl will only make you much more elegant and richer. Nowadays, rose gold is quite popular among Parisians and Europeans. And the most important thing here is the quality of the materials. The better the quality, the simpler the style, the greater its value, and the higher the price will be.
7. Combine Vintage Stuff.?
We value our lives and our memories through some of our stuff. Combine vintage piece with your modern pieces, and create a romantic touch on your appearance. Though vintage not always means romantic, it does have memorable value and more personal touch.
8. Create Something Romantic.
The drape of the dress, the layering of tops, flowing scarves, just create the dramatic and romantic effect. Choose fabrics that are smooth and light for the flowy effect, or are heavy and drop perfectly. Choose a knitted cardigan and long coat over a jacket and blazer.
9. Play Up a Little Bit.
Lines blue-white polo shirt, Scotland square pants, red scarf with flower motives, wool coat, and flat pink boot. Oh don’t bother about the mix and match, just use your senses and play up a little bit.
– Source : Tasi Zuriack
First, let me get this out of the way: if I see one more image on Pinterest of rhinestone encrusted nail art or cut-off shorts with pockets hanging below the hem, captioned “OMG So Chic!!!” I may lose it and cannot be held responsible. 😉 If there’s any word that’s so overused as to be rendered almost meaningless, “chic” has to be near the top of the list. (And the use of “effortless chic” is particularly egregious.) Chic has become a catchall word for cute or trendy or what-my-favorite-celebrity-is-wearing.
And in these days of casual dress, “athleisure” wear, “normcore” and You Do You™ anything-goes style, does the concept of chic still have any relevance? Is it still something to aspire to, and does anyone still care?
My answers would be yes, yes and sometimes. So if there IS still such a thing as Chic, what is it? “I know it when I see it” is the easy answer but when I spot an image that evokes the word “chic,” there are certain specific qualities. And as someone who loves to define and quantify (with an eye toward being able to duplicate good results), I wanted to try to capture the parameters of Modern Chic, at least as I see it.
Chic is: (relatively) timeless. While silhouettes and details may change, the basic design elements translate across decades.
Chic isn’t: trendy, extreme.
Chic is: wearable. By real people.
Chic isn’t: something that only works on a red carpet or runway.
Chic is: cohesive. The overall effect is that of a pleasing whole; the various bits don’t fight or compete with each other.
Chic isn’t: random. Not usually.
Chic is: elegant. Though not necessarily expensive. (While quality helps, I’ve seen women who look absolutely chic in men’s Hanes tee shirts. It’s all about how you wear it.)
Chic isn’t: designer logos head to toe. Flashy.
Chic is: light-handed, even witty at times.
Chic isn’t: too serious, ponderous.
Chic is: simple, polished.
Chic isn’t: fussy, over-styled.
Chic is: leaving something to the imagination.
Chic isn’t: visible underwear. Skin-tight head-to-toe. (Some will disagree, but I stand by these.)
Chic is: authentic. Appropriate to the situation and person wearing it. Bien dans sa peau.
Chic isn’t: forcing oneself into someone else’s clothing or style.
Chic is: knowing what works for one’s body and shape.
Chic isn’t: a size.
Chic is: well-fitting, but with room for movement.
Chic isn’t: sloppy.
Chic is: comfortable, both physically and emotionally.
Chic isn’t: constricting. If you’re hobbling or teetering, pas chic.
Chic is: a touch of individuality, something personal or unexpected.
Chic isn’t: too matchy, generic.
Chic can be: tailored, casual, bohemian, minimalist, vintage, or hand-crafted.
Chic isn’t: everyone’s style priority and certainly doesn’t need to be. People can have wonderful and enviable style without being particularly chic (as I’ve described here). Some people would find it boring or restrictive or outmoded and I say chacun à son goût; that’s what makes the world a more interesting place.
To answer this post’s title question, no I don’t think chic is passé or irrelevant. I still believe that chic is something to aspire to, and that true chic is something that elevates everyday style.
– Source : Susan, unefemme.net
It is fun and useful to go back to see just what happened to chic and to fashion in the past decade. Chic very nearly died of loneliness and neglect. Fashion, on the contrary, never had it so good. Its switches were, to say the least, violent. There we were, matured and intelligent one day, childish and insecure the next. Where until then our only counselors in matter of fashion in clothes, manner, and behavior had been either our parents of Paris, or perhaps even the rare, beautiful and exciting movie star or society personality, in the nineteen sixties almost anyone from any part of the world made it his business (in every sense of the word) to tell us what to do, what to say, what to wear.
It was of course not by word of mouth as such that we were told what to do. It was all that glamorizing in newspapers, magazines and on television that did it. Everything looked so cute, so exciting, so very very dangerous. So, how were we to resist all that provocation and temptation for the young and easy life of no clothes, no work, no discipline? And how could we last for months without reading Portnoy’s Complaint? or become Curious Yellow and go see Oh! Calcutta!? And how, how could we, after all that fuss, not have a little go at marijuana, or walk our feet to the corns to join the protest on Vietnam or the Rock Festival in Woodstock? No. It was impossible. We just had to do all of these things. They were the fashion. And who ever wanted to be out of fashion? So, like sheep we went, following no matter whom, no matter what.
But our fashion indigestion didn’t stop with the happenings. For some obscure reason we thought we had to have clothes, and clothes we bought. Right and left, we did. From trousers and see-through shirts, to mini-skirts and maxi-coats. From jeans and bikinis, to false furs and wigs. From the cowboy look, to the gypsy look. From the false eyelashes to the discarded bras and all the way down to our hideous square-toed shoes, we went on trying and buying, unable to resist. Just like children let loose at a soda fountain.
But we enjoyed it. We were neither chic nor elegant but we were free of our hats and our girdles and happy spending fortunes on hair spray and pantyhose, both of which lasted the time it took us to put them on. But that didn’t matter. We were fashionable.
We became the with-its, or tried to be. We were super at doing our thing and digging our pleasure. We socked it to them and became oh, so groovy. We worshipped the young and forgot God. We really had a ball. But it wasn’t a very chic ball.
That a chic ball can be a terrible bore is quite true, but that can be equally said of a loud and vulgar one, and the ball that we had in the sixties was as loud and as vulgar as it could get. But we didn’t mind. It was the fashion.
But following fashion just for the sake of fashion can be the most expensive, unbecoming and dangerous undertaking that anyone can think of. It can also be, given a certain amount of thought, the prettiest and the cheapest and the safest thing to do. It all depends on chic. If one has chic, one adapts, combines and invents.
One can, for instance, make old clothes look new and fashionable by adding a new amusing belt or necklace. After all, we don’t change our faces every day although we do try with a certain amount of makeup. Having chic, or being chic is the art of knowing how to make the best out of the little we know or the little we have. Such as having an old motorcar looking better than a new one by having it washed. Or by admitting to prefer reading a thriller to The Naked Eye or by being proud of being a square or just happy to be alive.
Chic really is an understatement. There is nothing chic in a nude body, or in a pornographic book or play, and not, for that matter, in bad manners and bad language. Chic is what Mrs. Gilbert Miller of New York has and used when faced by two armed robbers in her London house. She greeted them as gentlemen, and although they did rob her of some jewelry, they left her house thanking her for having been so chic.
The best thing to be is fashionable and chic. But unfortunately not all that is fashionable (famous unmarried pregnant women) is chic, and not all that is chic (to say “please”) is fashionable, but some fashionable people (Sir Noel Coward, Jacqueline Onassis) have chic, and some people (Mayor Lindsay, Marisa Berenson) are fashionable. Neither fashionable nor chic are the middle-aged men in their skin-tight trousers, or the matured old girls in their see-through blouses.
But right now the seventies are here (they must be brave to follow the sixties) and fashion in its various manifestations, whether as manufacturer of beauty or indicator of things to come, will have to emerge with a softer, kinder and more romantic attitude than it displayed in the sixties. We think it will be so.
– Source : Gloria Guinness, Harpers Bazaar, 1970.
Chic derives from the German Schick meaning proper and appropriate and, in Alemannic dialect (German and Alsatian Swiss), skill and know-how.
Originally, chic was a military term, and being chic referred to proper military dress, back when the German officers, long before the sad events of yesteryears, were viewed as a model of proper behaviour to follow.
It is indeed the underlying ideas of skill and ability that have led to those of elegance, ease and heightened presence.
Fashion addicts are always looking to shine, while those of us who prefer a classic style are simply looking to be dressed discreetly and harmoniously.
This difference shows when one compares the way in which ones “deals” with a new garment. The fashion victim, who wishes to show off his new t-shirt or jacket, will do everything to put it to the forefront of his outfit; a classic style lover typically does exactly the opposite – he will look for harmony between his new tie or his new shirt, for example, and the existing garments in his wardrobe. Shiny versus harmony, that’s the heart of the matter; they go for the moment (an evening, a season, a collection), and we go for the long term (several years).
Fashion is a collective thing, mass-marketed even, whereas style is something much more personal?
Fashion followers go for a look, style lovers look for natural elegance.
– Hugo, ParisianGentleman.
Source : Jessie, The Franco Fly.
A lady is only as chic as the contents of her trash can.
My compost bin & I.
Outfits of the Week …
“I am still going strong in wearing a uniform dress everyday (it is black). After trying a couple of black dresses off the rack that couldn’t handle daily wear, I finally chose a custom made black dress in a washable French wool, lined, that can be worn frontwards or backwards with a removable sash made by a small woman owned business with a refugee seamstress in Houston (its called Kit made). The price was so reasonable and about the same as a new dress from a store like Anthropology or Banana Republic. I have worn it everyday and it is so durable and beautiful- perfectly tailored. I am making it work for the Boston fall by wear some black tights, a warm black cashmere infinity scarf (made by a refugee cooperative), and a closet staple from many years ago (I got it in the 90s in high school)- a Levi’s trucker jean jacket that has southwestern embroidery on the back. It’s just the right weight for this season and feels like a warm hug.”
These words stayed with me and I wore an all black(-ish) outfit all week in solidarity. I like that my closet meets all of my whims. I like that it doesn’t need me to make hard decisions but still offers me variety, frivolity and joy.
My month’s trash :
Never ever thought I would pose and post pictures of outfits for a style blog. The feeling is still surreal and it peaked this week : I now pose with my trash can and its contents. A year ago, I wanted to give zero waste a honest attempt. This is what I have to show for it. This is all the trash we made in the month of September. (It’s our best month so far.) Buy some, make some and forego some, has been my strategy. Considering whats going on in the world, I don’t forego anything at all. NONE of this is a real inconvenience in any sense of the word. The switches I have made so far, save me money. I can chase the “zero”, in zero-waste to the dot. But that would require some planning and stern budgeting. (Sorry Ariana, I will do better. I promise.)
A cardboard box that is a relic of my online shopping habit. Large vinegar container.
I do get some junk mail. We used it to start a fire last weekend when we went camping.
Some food scraps that should not go into my compost bin.
Stickers/plastic produce ties on vegetables from a brick and motor grocery store
Some misc un-avoidables.
Plastic downcyclables that only grocery stores take back :
Plastic bags for Indian spices that are significantly expensive to buy in bulk.
Homemade ghee that I bring from India, sealed in plastic. My mom still feeds me. Its the best feeling!
Glass Recyclables :
The wine we drank
The jam we licked.
Am I chic yet ?
Have you heard of the zero waste movement ? Is it a cause that enlists you ?
Did you consider the waste you make when you create your ‘Buy some, make some and forego some’ list ? I used to only factor in the cost until 2 years ago. Environmentalism forced me to consider the waste. To afford bulk produce, I have to be frugal. Minimalism is a pleasant side effect of it all. It’s all intertwined ?
Do you count the little victories ? Or do you let the ‘zero’ in zero-waste make you feel like you are not doing enough ?
Outfit of the day pictures : You have seen it all. Blue dresses. A blue shirt with black pants. I have been taking the picture-a-day just because I want to look back when I turn 50 and see a style journal. Hope you don’t mind seeing them on the blog.
Wonder Woman of the month : Sonya ( on JR Token (5.10), Trout Creek, Oregon. )
In 2012, I house sat her cats in exchange for a rent free summer. I responded to her Ad and she called me in for an interview. The woman who opened the door was strong. Her fingers were bruised. Her skin glowed. She was wearing a pink tank top. Her arms were all muscle. She had abs of steel. Her eyes sparkled. One look at her and you recognize it. She is an athlete. The entrance had a pull-up bar. She had a book shelf in her living room and it was filled with books on rock climbing. She had a second bedroom. It had backpacks, ropes, carabiners, mountain bikes, gym shoes, climbing shoes, tent, camping gear, weights, TRX bands, … Her bedroom had one small bed and the tiniest closet I have ever seen. Everything she owned spoke volumes of her passion – climbing. She teaches in the School of Sustainability. The graduate students and the professors live in a zero waste community that they created. She teaches during Spring and Fall. In the summer months, she packs up her SUV, leaves town and goes climbing. I told her I wanted to run a marathon but was stuck at mile 5. She is in the big league. ‘How did you scale up?’, I asked. She replied “ I don’t know. I just love climbing and do it as much as I can. “ I was expecting her to talk diet secrets, yoga poses and protein powders. But come to think of it, it is the right answer. During the colder months, I stop being active and blame the weather. “There’s no such thing as bad weather, just soft people”, says Bill Bowerman, the founder of Nike. I don’t intend to be a soft person this year. Its a good time to set fitness goals for Fall/Winter.
“If you have time to chatter, Read books. If you have time to read, Walk into mountain, desert and ocean. If you have time to walk, Sing songs and dance. If you have time to dance, Sit quietly, you happy, lucky idiot.” ― Nanao Sakaki
For those who like peeking into closets.
Find your own seasonal essentials. Don’t get told what your essentials are, by people who want to capitalize on a certain vulnerability.
“It’s a photo that I wish didn’t exist but now that it does I want everyone to see it. What started as an opportunity to photograph a cute little sea horse turned into one of frustration and sadness as the incoming tide brought with it countless pieces of trash and sewage. This sea horse drifts long with the trash day in and day out as it rides the currents that flow along the Indonesian archipelago. This photo serves as an allegory for the current and future state of our oceans. What sort of future are we creating? How can your actions shape our planet?”
Don’t you want to know how other people are trying to do denim better than you?
I don’t want to know how other people are trying to knock me off. That’s a bit disturbing. But I don’t give a fuck. I don’t care. There’s nothing that could make me jealous. Sometimes if there are good jeans I see, the price is not correct. I believe you not only need a good cut and good fabric, but the price has to be human. Otherwise, I could do tons of incredible things. But if the price is not human, the mission is not accomplished. The same thing goes for bags for women. Anybody with a regular amount of talent can do a beautiful dress. Okay, maybe not anybody, let’s say 100 people on the planet. But if these dresses are three or four thousand dollars, it’s only going to be possible to buy for a very small elite of the world. Frankly, even if I have the means to buy a pair of jeans for $1000 dollars, I wouldn’t do so, because nothing about that is appealing to me.
Harao Miyazaki : Exceptional story teller. The characters are like all of us – clumsy, brave, timid, driven, lazy, ambitious, … real. If you are new to his films, start with Spirited Away. My neighbor Totoro is my second fav. I would have given anime a chance much sooner had I not labeled it ‘cartoonish’ and ‘for kids’. There is one particular film : Princess Mononoke where the antagonist : Lady Eboshi is not really a bad person but a bad-ass role model of sort. There is no easy good Vs bad but a balance waiting to be discovered. I also want to dress like her : mix navy & maroon.
( Gardening == Happiness ) ?
Fernando, my landlord is a monk in civilian clothes, while his cat Cinco is a devil in disguise. He is currently away and I have been entrusted with the care of his garden. “I saw a peacock this morning in the front yard. If you can feed it everyday, he will stay with us”, he texted before he boarded his flight … I always thought of Fernando as a man knows the secret to a good life. He is the man in the room who is always smiling and making people laugh. He is the man who adores his wife. He is a man who runs towards people who need assistance. He lives a simple yet luxurious life. He was an immigrant and worked very hard to get to this stage in life. He is currently retired and works on his garden for hours everyday. Its his pride and joy, like his children are. Every inch of this land has something exceptionally beautiful which is a result of his toil. He doesn’t go to an overpriced Instagram-able potted plant store to shop for his garden. All the pots are from the Wednesday flea market near our home. (Same amount of my respect goes to women who build their wardrobe from vintage shops.) All the plants came in as saplings or as seeds/stems he collected. He has a lot to show for his decade of hard work. What I call work, he calls – meditation. He calls it happiness.
Woke up to this tune stuck in my head. The outfit was picked accordingly. It had to be a dress. Nothing but blue will do. The scarf is a vintage fabric from West Africa used for wedding ceremonies. This is the best I could do to match the beautiful music.
When the cold winds arrive, I am glad to have denim waiting for me in the back of the closet. Harsha looks really good in red. We share clothes – his clothes. I joined depopp and waited for 2 years for Ann Kim( of AndyHeart ) to get tired of those mary jane flats. She did. I purchased them and promptly deleted the app from my phone. My theory : if you wait long enough, any item you see on the fashion crowd can be found on the second hand market.
That trench ! Take a bow Everlane for making this garment. I always thought the length of the trench doesn’t work with my height and the clothes I wear. But I like it too much to not wear it. I feel secure inside it. I think wearing a belt over it can dress up the outfit.
Everlane chinos – still think they are the most comfortable pants ever made. Navy and black – still think its the best color pairing for me. I wear this outfit with pink ballet flats. I am waiting for the moment when I realize I have become a the fashion victim to a trending color/item. Hasn’t happened so far. Maybe a splash of impulse buys from time to time is an essential ?
Question of the Week :
Fall is said to be the most exciting season to dress for. Leather jackets and trench coats come out to play. Textures from various fabrics come out to mingle. One can snuggle inside sweaters and scarves. Are you looking forward to the season ? Are you ready to let go of the summer yet ?
What are your fall essentials ?