Weird and Weirder: When balance isn't best.

Typically, when I'm getting dressed, I like to try to balance out my eccentric style with some sort of socially acceptable fare.

 A little attempt at normality, if you will, 

even should my instincts drive me toward a full-on sensual assault.

You know - opting for basic tees with strangely-printed bottoms, neutrals with brights, simple silhouettes with flamboyant shapes - one thing to essentially tone down the other. 

I'm convinced that this is a product of my Midwestern-upbringing. 
 Anything to blend in - to avoid making people uncomfortable 

(because believe me, my cardboard hobbits more than do the trick).

Today, though, I threw normalcy to the wind and embraced the strangeness that is my true self.

left to right: Sincerely Jules, The Man Repeller, Oracle Fox, Sincerely Jules, 5 Inch and Up

Taking inspiration from the lovably-weird women above, I refused to stop at Waldo stripes.

 Instead, I went all out - threw on my new favorite pair of sense-shocking pants and - yes, real specks - to round out (pun intended) the 100% Gabby look. 

Me(obvs): Wearing: top: Necessary Clothing, jeans: Cheap Monday (sorta similar & here), shoes: Lucky Brand

Let me just say, though, that should you desire to attempt this look in a non-New York state, be prepared for one or two or 5,000 poorly-disguised glances your way. 

Yet, oddly enough, I've never felt so at ease. Proving that "weird" is relative, and comfort is an endemically-summoned sentiment. 

Until you run into your boss, that is. 

At which point weird is just weird.

Cheers.