As a child, I had strong opinions and ideas when it came to fashion.
When clogs made their debut, I pressured my mother until she gave in and let me have a pair.
Despite the fact that she worried I would break my neck wearing them.
One winter in the late 70's, I remember needing to buy snow boots.
Instead of normal, sensible snow boots, all I wanted was a pair of some crazy style "moon boots".
There was nothing in this world I could have wanted more.
My mother and I argued and argued about these boots.
She insisted I wouldn't wear them.
I swore up and down I would.
She said they weren't practical.
I professed my undying love for them.
She finally gave in and bought them for me, under strict instruction that I was to wear them come hell or high water.
You know how this story ends, don't you?
When snow finally arrived and it was time to wear them, they attracted attention from the other students.
They were pretty frivolous boots for the hokey town I lived in at the time.
By the second day I needed to wear them, I felt uncomfortable and refused to put them on.
I will spare you the drama that ensued.
They just weren't what I thought they would be....they made me uncomfortable.
Same goes for this floral button up I found at Target a few weeks ago.
I got it on clearance, and although I am not a very "flowery" type of gal, I loved the color and the price and thought I could wear it.
When I thrifted this tweed blazer a few days later, I thought it was sweet serendipity that it matched so well.
How could it not be more perfect!
After wearing this to work all day yesterday, I felt increasingly uncomfortable as the day wore on.
The shirt was ill fitting as you moved in it.
And I decided I really don't like it as much as I thought I would.
I didn't even like the color as much after all.
At least I paid for this one Mom.
blazer: vintage, thrifted
shirt: mossimo, target
boots: nine west
ring: vintage, gifted