Ooh, bookend-y! I usually try to rein in my matchy-matchy impulses, because otherwise I would end up with the most Garanimal-esque outfits, but sometimes it’s just easier to give in. I probably could have left off the necklace, but then we’d be in Snoozeville, which isn’t really worth the detour from Matchy-Matchtropolis. But all that is by way of wholly unnecessary explanation.

It’s alright. The outfit, I mean. It has a certain whiff of I-give-up-ness to it, but it’s not terminally malaised or anything – much like my general feeling about this 30 x 30 challenge, 27 days in. We will get through this, peeps! This too shall pass, etc., etc.

I’ve been pondering the future and direction of this blog for the past few weeks, and I’m currently leaning towards just keepin’ on. Maybe. I don’t know. I keep changing my mind every five minutes, and yeah, it’s annoying. When I’m having a bad day, and I get the itch to post passive-aggressive, vague Facebook status updates, and this blog is just tumbleweeds and crickets, doing the ole dramatic flounce seems like it would be 50 shades of emotionally satisfying. But then I’ll get a funny/sweet/thoughtful comment, and it makes standing on my driveway to take photos of my outfit feel less … completely pointless and ridonk. So there is that. Sweet indecision. Maybe I should just go ahead and have a regular “I quit!” day every week, followed by a “hey, I’m back, did you miss me” day. Flounce Thursdays and Slink Back Sundays. Hashtag blogger problems.

To make up for wasting your time with the pointless this morning, monthly shopping recap post will up be later today.

I didn’t think much of this outfit when I was getting ready, but then a few people complimented me on it, and I was, like, “Whoa! You know nothing, Jon Snow Adina.” Fair enough.

Can we talk about capsule dressing for a sec? In general, I’m anti-capsule, because people who are pro-capsule are usually very much into the whole minimalist thing, and all that “you only need 15 pieces each season” business. No. I need* 100, and that’s only because I restrain myself. However. One silver lining to this whole 30 x 30 disaster challenge has been the discovery that I kinda like working with a minimalist colour palette.

Now, don’t go thinking I mean 3 colours or something equally unlikely. Girl, please; you know me better than that. I’m talking 6 or so main colours, with a few additional ones as accents. For this “capsule”, I ended up with black, blue, cognac, cream, red and khaki-green as my main colours, with teal, purple, and coral as accents. And, guess what? Putting together outfits is easy when you’re not trying to harmonize an entire rainbow. I also liked the cohesiveness of the resulting looks; I feel like that takes me one step closer to looking like a proper adult – at almost-34, about time.

OK, that was more than a second. I lied.

* Fine. Technically, I don’t need a bazillion clothes like I need, say, air. I just like being … hyperboloose? Can we pretend that’s a real word? Like, loose-handed with my hyperboles. I like it. It’s fetch.

Look at that! I’m finally mixing some patterns and everything. I kinda thought I’d be pulling odd fashun-y combinations a lot more in this challenge, but then I went and picked a bunch of really boring basic pieces, and all the fashun-y potential went out the window. On the plus side, you should now have sufficient inspiration for the next 2 years’ worth of grocery trips. You’re welcome!

Anyway, speaking of patterns, I love this scarf but I can’t for the life of me figure out how to style it. I think I may have met my match. Kooky pattern, I admit defeat.

Were you ever been stumped by a pattern? Am I just a big whiny baby? (Two affirmative answers would not be mutually exclusive in this case, by the way.)