I recently took up a challenge from Cute and Little, and became part of her Color Brigade. Seeing her colorful outfits inspired me to restyle my Thakoon dress a few new ways. One-piece dressing is oh-so-simple, but I run the risk of same-old, same old. Plus, I want to get multiple looks out of each piece I have in my closet to stretch my shopping dollar.
First, I got colorful. I added a multi-colored necklace, an orange clutch, and yellow shoes. Head-to-toe color-blocking. Perfect for summer. I’d wear this to dinner on a patio or to a summer art walk.
Dress: Thakoon
Clutch: Shiraleah
Necklace: Something Silver
Shoes: Aerosoles
Next, I ditched the open-toed shoes for caramel-colored, faux suede, kitten-heel boots. I added an aqua scarf and orange tights. I could easily wear this bare-legged with the boots. Either way, this isn’t an outfit for shrinking violets. I’d wear it out to dinner or to a show.
Scarf: Street vendor in Toronto
Tights: Target
Boots: Rampage
Finally, I added a denim jacket and swapped out the boots for purple shoes—just to see how wild I could get without entering into clown territory. I’d wear this to a concert or out with my friends. The added pieces mean I can take this from summer to fall.
I’m glad my cat interrupted the photo shoot. She made me realize a few things: Mixing patterns and colors does work; you can wear white shoes in winter; fur looks best on animals. Rock what yer mama gave you, Alice!
Jacket: Betsey Johnson (thrifted)
Shoes: Aerosoles
I took the Color Brigade Challenge:
Finally, in honor of National Poetry Month, here’s a poem by William Blake:
The Tiger
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And water’d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
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