I was wrong again: Plaid and Pinstripe edition

It's unfortunate, really, that I take such pleasure in my own hypocrisy.

If the universe were just, I'd surely be reprimanded for my habit of bashing a trend one day, and embracing it the next.

Luckily, it's not. So instead of pain and punishment, I'm left with a lot of really cool clothes.

Yes, I fully acknowledge that a mere month ago, I would have scoffed at the idea that I'd soon swathe myself in layers of thick, luscious, no subtlety about it, bright red plaid.

"A fleeting trend", I'd have said. (slash did say). "One meant for frivolous fast-fashion fiends or lumberjack northerners removed from society at large."

Then I found my plaid pants, got hooked, and in a very characteristic all-or-nothing move, decided just to clad myself entirely in plaid.

Because why have a little, when you can look absolutely ridiculous and have a lot??

In fact, in hindsight, I probably should have just made a little plaid onesie for myself out of those nice printed slacks and called it a day.

Alas. I opted for mixing geometric prints: a habit that has taken my aesthetic by full force.

Now, not only am I no longer satisfied with single-textured ensembles - but I fully insist upon clashing prints that might, on their own, prove relatively professional. ]