I’ve spoken a few times on this blog about making an effort to wear more colour, about my history with wearing black so often I could be mistaken for Morticia Addams.
I do like to wear colour – right now, I’m gravitating towards yellow and find myself in the midst of a pink renaissance. Maybe I’m reclaiming the colour from its weird “little girl” connotations. I’m not even talking pastels – I’m talking the neon editions.
But from time to time, I get the urge to fall back into the monochrome. I don a full-black outfit or wear only black with white for three days straight. These instances are generally born out of a laziness in colour co-odinating and a desire to feel needlessly cool.
This is the thing about personal style – it’s always changing. You are drawn to the things you are drawn to for a reason. That’s why it’s personal style. When I’m getting dressed in the morning, I usually go with my instinct. I reach for what ever I’m into at that moment, and some days what I’m into is simple black and grey.
This day was one of those days. I started with the culotte jumpsuit, a new piece I’m loving because 1) it hides away my body completely, for when you’re not feeling anything form-fitting and 2) the billowing black material is big drama. It turns a stroll to the coffee shop to a woeful, angst-ridden walk through Scottish moors.
You know what I mean.
This certainly isn’t the most flattering outfit I’ve ever worn and that’s done purposefully. Sometimes I’m self conscious about my figure. Sometimes I want to put comfort before anything else. And to be quite honest I’m never dressing for the sole purpose of being attractive to boys. I’m always dressing for me and me alone. (Although compliments from other women give me life.)
Jumpsuit – Anthropologie
Turtleneck – Anthropologie (Similar)
Shoes – Michael Kors (Similar)
Bag – Urban Outfitters (Similar, just a different size)
*All photos taken by my beautiful friend Clare.*