Hadn't worn Camellia under a skirt in quite a while, so I thought I'd go for that option again today. To me this thrifted skirt, which I've had for more than five years, reads very much like springtime, but I thought that a darker cardigan and closed-toed shoes (thrifted Crocs Alice) might tilt it a little more autumnwards.
It's going to be warm today, with a high of 88F, but it's only 65F right now, sunny and breezy and pleasant. When I come home from church, I can ditch the cardigan and change out the shoes for sandals. These shoes are maybe a little matchy with my skirt, which does have some teal details, but as the whole top of my outfit is relatively muted, I like having a little touch of color on my feet.
Since the outfit has a relatively high level of detail and busyness –– cabled/ribbed pattern in the sweater, floral print in the skirt –– restrained hair seemed like a good move today.
I like the vaguely mid-20th-century feel of this outfit overall –– I guess it's more 1940s than anything else, though maybe the skirt's a tad long for that. I could play the 40s vibe up with a more involved hairdo, or else by leaving it loose and pinning over the front on one side. But it's a little long for that now. I might consider taking it up almost to my shoulders when I get it cut, so that I can channel a 40s idea a little more through the fall and winter. We'll see. The trade-off would be that I couldn't braid it for a long time, and I like wearing it in a braid.
At any rate, I think I like this outfit. I like having an obscurely period feel, without achieving the level of cosplay. And I am glad I've hung onto my brown cardigans, because this one makes this outfit's fall look.
Hard to believe I've been wearing this dress for nearly sixty days. Come Tuesday, Day 60, I'll have only . . . well, basically the duration of Lent to go, which makes the time seem not so short at all. Those ten-day marks offer a good opportunity to assess how things are going, what this little challenge has taught me, to what extent the dress is holding up to this level of wear . . . something I've been thinking about since I sat on a low concrete wall last night to eat my conference dinner and have now noticed a little pilling on my backside –– I think. Or maybe it's just the eyes of paranoia.
And so to Mass.
LATER: dressed-down outfit with Birks and no cardigan.
