Less is more or less, less. Or more.

That's not true. 

blouse: thrifted, sweater: Target, skirt: UO, boots: thrifted, earrings: DIY

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..."

Like here. 

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. 

Cheers

PS: What wardrobe regrets do you most often find yourself making?