The fashion world seems to have all sorts of unwritten rules. As I continue exploring the style blogging world, I learn more and more of these unspoken rules. I’d love to boast that I flawlessly break them. The reality though, if I do “break” them, likely results from me just not knowing the darn rules. And if I “flawlessly execute said breakage,” there’s a good chance some serious luck struck my closet that morning when I got dressed.
I’m not sure if it’s a “rule” or not, but, several weeks into spring (per the calendar) though barely dipping into spring weather in reality when I wore this outfit a few weeks back, I elected to sport a serious dose of fall color and ignore any such rules the fashion world should implement about what colors work for which seasons. Heck – the weather around here doesn’t give a care in the world what season it’s supposed to be, it just wants to hang on to Winter forever. So after battling hard with grumpiness and complaints and losing mightily to Mother Nature, I’ve decided to acquiesce and just wear what the weather inspires me to pull out of my closet.
It’s not the first time I wore fall colors far from fall (in my Crayola bolds and my black and gray dress in the last month, for example), and I’m sure it won’t be the last.