[Juicy Couture cardigan + Nanette Lepore silk blouse + Loeffler Randall shorts + Gucci clogs + Hermes scarf + Gorjana pendant]
When I’m tired and getting myself dressed, I usually just zero in on one thing in my closet and try to make it work with other vaguely similar things, whether they like it or not. I sort of feel like a bully in this respect, forcing one thing to make out with another against its will—YOU WILL KISS AND YOU WILL LIKE IT. [This calls to memory the time I meandered around the big red door on my kindergarten playground. They chained it open to a wall, leaving a triangle of space behind it to hide. A girl and a boy had their pants down and were pressing their butts together at the order of an onlooker. Completely at a loss for words, I said “I… found a roly poly,” then walked away. Youth in revolt!]
So I hate this cardigan. I got it a couple of summers ago, along with THREE (3!) other navy and white Juicy items. I quickly decided they all made me look like Shirley Temple. Clearly I’m making no effort to expand its potential—by lazily pairing it with a huge ruffly collar and more navy. But I enjoyed the result anyway.
Boldly nautical, feminine in a way I rarely try, and pretty summer-perfect, if I do say so myself.
Nautical: go big or go home? Or just “go away”?