Sooooo … I’m not feeling this dress, you guys. Not feeling the florals right now, in fact. I don’t know whether it’s my crabby mood, or the end-of-winter-blues, or what, but I just want black. And white. And lots of it. In fact, I was just about ready to put this dress into the consign/swap pile, when I gave it one last try. This outfit was supposed to be a lame hat-tip-to-the-capsule-that-really-isn’t-a-capsule attempt at remixing, but it worked out beyond my expectations: it looked more cohesive (and, dare I say, cute) than I had hoped, plus it made this dress a little more appealing for some reasons. Maybe because you can see less of it in this combination?
Leaving this outfit aside, what does my sudden dislike of this particular floral pattern mean? Maybe I’m just going through a phase. Maybe that perfectly minimalist black and white wardrobe is in my future after all.
Hahahahahahahaha!! A … hahahaha!!!
Probably not. All the same, it’s probably also safe to say that I will now longer single-handedly be keeping Value Village in business with my grandma’s floral couch-print buying obsession.