Sometimes, I worry that I default too easily to black as my outfit crutch, and overdose on the basic bitchness of it all. Other times, black is just the ticket. A bright, loud, yellow pattern and red shoes? Black makes it all possible, whilst keeping the clownish quotient way down.

I love how well this necklace blends in with the said bright, loud print, but adds just a touch of sparkle. It’s also great for fidgeting with. I think my best thoughts while fidgeting, so this is a handy necklace to wear to work.

This outfit looked better in my head. The end.

So, I dubbed these my “thinking pants” because they’re soft and comfortable for those extra long stretches of writing (and thinking) time I occasionally have to do at work. I can write a marathon in these pants, basically. Like pyjamas, except office-appropriate on a Friday.

This is the worst prettiest necklace ever. Shortly after I selfied this, another rhinestone fell out. The second one in, like, 4 wears. Not cool, J. Crew Factory. Not cool.