This is Fuzzy Roommate’s poor little foot, splinted and wrapped, because an accident at the (very negligent) groomer’s left him with a broken toe. Now he’s on bed rest and pain meds, and the A-Dubs-Hubs and I carry him out for a “placing” each night. (i.e. We place him on the grass so he can empty himself, then we carry him back inside. He can hop around on three legs during the day, even though it’s incredibly pathetic to see. But at night he gets a little wobbly and it’s too heartbreaking to watch him try to be his usual independent cat-like self.)
Anyway, today—not on purpose—he and I arrived at my office (where he has to accompany me so I can monitor his pain meds) matching.See?
Striped Jacket: Tribal (remixed)
Cotton striped T: Theory (Vegas outlet)
Belt: ?? (remixed)
Trouser jeans: Joe Fresh (remixed)
Navy sequin wedges: Roman Tenza (remixed)
I had a much more exciting ensemble planned around a thrifted sundress, but it’s only 14 degrees (57 fahrenheit) today, so I had to be reasonable—and I had to do so “live” as I’d not planned for “reasonable warmth.” Luckily, I tried taking some morning photos, so my first effort was scrapped.I simultaneously enjoy and regret the honest styling appraisal the camera enables: on the one hand, I’m grateful for the help in avoiding bad things.On the other, I miss my pre-blog-photo confidence that “things are probably fine.”
Frankly, I wish I’d tried the morning-photo plan yesterday before I left my apartment in this:
Printed cotton blouse: Kenzie
Cardigan & Cami: Smart Set (remixed)
Khakis: Joe Fresh
Peach & brown leather wedges: Geox
As you’ll perhaps begin to discern from these images, it’s relatively easy for me to look like a very poorly styled soccer mom. This is especially true when I wear khakis. Yet somehow, I need to learn this lesson repeatedly. Every couple of years I start to miss the khakis that I made myself adios last time. So I pick up yet another pair of khakis and give things another go.At least these ones were cheap.
Here, I tried (and failed) to do that gorgeous shoe-highlighting rolled-up-pant-legs thing that much stylier bloggers like Jentine of My Edit do. I surely enjoy these shoes; but things really got too matchy-matchy, and I am appropriately ashamed. (But not ashamed enough to keep it off the internet. I’m making myself post so I have to learn these lessons.) I am VERY glad I didn’t bump into any students yesterday.
Don’t you think, however, that if these pants were slimmer and a darker shade of khaki or olive drab, if I were wearing some high-heeled gladiator sandals in some kind of nude or metallic, and if I’d left off the silver necklace, the rest could work? Or maybe I should also ditch the brown cardigan and go with a cropped close-fitting jean jacket?
For better or worse, nothing here is black, so my Summer Black-out 2010 participation is still on.