Breaking The Palette, Or, Saturday Morning at 10:03am
These, my friends, are my clothes. Oh, I have other pieces of human-shaped cloth in my closets and drawers, but when I leave the house these are the ones I wear most often.
Jacket and scarves,
Pants and tops.
You can see how much I benefited from my session with Sue. Coherence, the Holy Grail of wardrobes, makes it so much easier to pack. I will still wear a navy blue dress on occasion, or black and white some days–I’m not a purist–but having a sense of a good color palette sure helps me choose which Vuori joggers I’ll buy when the old ones inevitably wear out.
However, I have been getting a bit bored. So I lay all these pieces on my bed and thought, “What?” And back to me came, “Off-pink and burnt tan. Oh, also a fleck of turquoise.” I like knowing my base palette, and then I really like breaking it in tiny ways.
This jacket had been following me around the internet.
But in the end it felt a little heavy. Off to the color masters at Block Shop for a scarf. Dusty pink just this side of lilac; mustard verging on ochre.
It’s my birthday Monday, and guess what I’ll be opening?
How about that fleck of turquoise, you say? Easily handled. T-shirts are my subversive color drug of choice. From Land’s End this time, in a range of colors and on sale for what approaches zero. Mine hasn’t arrived yet, but I’ll report back on quality.
And it’s a wrap for my fall shopping. What about you? Have a very wonderful weekend.
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