That's not true.
In reality, I think less is more unless less is money in which case less is most assuredly less.
But an inability to say no and a compulsion for layering drive me to outfit extremes like this one that then necessitate post-wear justifications like "less is less."
I get caught up in the moment - consumed with the need to add just one "pop of color" or "cinch" of definition -
and I ultimately wind up creating more of a costume than a wearable ensemble.
I rarely find myself looking back and thinking "What a shame. That outfit was much too simple."
Contrastingly, my typical woeful regret typically begins with - "that would have looked so much better without..."
Where my warning should have been the initial hesitancy I felt at defining the waistline. A hesitancy I obviously ignored and now understand in full.
Leaving the sweater and collared shirt un-hour-glassed would have been an intentional grunge reference - a bold insult to the feminine form that would have proved more relevant than the traditional silhouette that the burgundy belt here creates.
But redos are for my 5-year-old cartwheel-doing self,
and this 22-year-old is stuck with the consequences of her reckless impulsivity.
Good god I'm melodramatic.
PS: What wardrobe regrets do you most often find yourself making?