Doesn't Go

Black, short-sleeved blazer and sheer green shirt, Forever 21. Yellow silk/cashmere sweater, Moda International. Tartan jumper, All That Jazz (thrifted and embellished by me). Black tights, Danskin. Black patent maryjanes, Xhilaration.

It’s been awhile since I asked my husband for his opinion of one of my outfits. He always has some entertaining comments. This time, he really disliked the yellow sweater (“It doesn’t go”), the jacket’s puffed sleeves, the shirt’s ruffles (“What are you? A pirate?”), and the short hemline. Then he came back to the sweater again, pointing out how the yellow color had nothing to do with the rest of the outfit. For me, that was the whole point.




Do you remember when yellow suddenly became popular last spring? I was sure it was a color I couldn’t wear next to my face. When I finally bought a yellow top, it was a pale shade and a sheer knit. After finding that it didn’t make me look jaundiced, I bought an almost mustard tee (the shoddy one from Charlotte Russe). This sweater is my third yellow top and I’ve decided I look nice in the color. It brings out the green in my eyes. (Or maybe it’s the green top I’m wearing underneath?) It’s funny how we cycle through colors. I wonder if we’ll remember the latter half of the naughts as a yellow period.

Enough serious talk. Time for fun photos and further exhibition of my egomania.



I love myself
I think I’m grand
I go to the movies
And hold my hand
I put my arm around my waist
And when I get fresh
I slap my face