Change of seasons can stump me when it comes to fashion.
Some days I nail it - quirk, funk, edgy, eclectic. Boots, dresses, scarves, colors all come together for something unique and different.
Other days, not even close.
Today was one of the latter.
My too big jeans didn't look cool. Instead they screamed = shlumpy and saggy.
A belt wouldn't have helped.
Turns out I didn't love my new Love Trumps Hate shirt.
My favorite fall jacket looked sad and worn, not hip and retro.
The lavender flower I pinned to many lapels, looked like a haphazard afterthought.
After walking too long in my new Frye boots, my poor feet could only handle beaten up Birkenstocks.
My hair? We don't have to go there.
Today nothing was coming together.
The crisp fall morning that would usually challenge me, instead left me lost.
But tomorrow there's a good chance I'll be back in the fashion saddle.