When I have doth protested that my style is a work in progress, a canvas that I’m continually reworking and adding onto, what I really mean to say is there are imperfections that I’m fully aware of and actually rather love about my style.   I may give 100% genuine love to what I wear but I can also later criticise an outfit and say ‘Okaaay... something went a leeeetle bit wrong there....’.  In a way, I’m sort of glad that I do make those mistakes and don’t strive for perfection the first time round otherwise where would the learning curve be?   

I get why phrases like ‘less is more’ and ‘effortless’ are revered the way they are but I don’t think it’s a crime when I don’t take those phrases to be biblical style truths.  As opposed to being a slave to those phrases and clutching to them 100% of the time as if they were some sort of style security blanket, I’d much rather pick and choose as and when I want to utilise them.  A lot of people have called me a ‘layering queen’ and though I take this as something of a compliment, I’m not sure I want to be exclusively pigeon holed with that phrase either.   Perhaps this really is about no wanting to be heavily known for being one thing or the other because I feel like I’m capable of toning it down when the occasion arises.

When I came across this black dress from Public Beware yesterday, it struck me that it would probably have the best impact with nothing much but a pair of stomping shoes so that’s probably how I will wear this dress on most days.  However, on one lonesome day I will of course also wear it in those layered ways of mine and I’ll do it, knowing that the dress won’t look it’s best purely because on that particular day, I felt like making a bit of a mistake, and making it more frivolous and multi-faceted than it needs to be.  For me, allowing clothes to speak for themselves is a ‘choice’ as opposed to an ‘obligation’ because I like my wardrobe being under my mercy...*wuhahaha*