To Accept is Human, To Improve is Divine

(I love this. the romantic image of generations of women connected by thread and fashion)

One undeniable facet of life is the truth that anything can be improved. 

Update, adapt, change, detail...there really is no end to the amount of creativity that can be put into making an already great outfit even better. 

Would the little black dress not have gone the way of the dodo if someone hadn't put an exciting spin on the classic?

(speaking of which, if you can believe it...this is the same dress merely reversed, how's that for an exciting spin?)

For myself as I go through my fashion journey I realize that keeping an open mind also means that like a fierce animal one must keep evolving. 

Usually within minutes of wearing an outfit I'm already thinking about what I love about said piece and what would make it even better. Thriving in the garment even as I stay  ahead of the curve and think of the next step. 

Today I wore an outfit that I dubbed 'Dead Poet's Society'. The whole basis started with a navy blue cotton blouse I've had for a while. While being fairly plain it's also fairly fabulous and even better, comfortable. 

Based on this single piece I constructed an entire outfit which amounted to dark-grey/blue jeans, gray suede flats, a large ornate silver owl necklace and my ever familiar empire waist gray coat. 

I loved the simple outfit but even before I stepped one suede foot out the door I already felt like it needed more (oh it always needs more)

I love clothing that evokes a mood, a time period, a sense of connection from the garment to a million other parts of the world. Thus I love to let my imagination run wild and try to come up with a title that somewhat expresses this intention. 

Dead Poet's Society. 

With moody colors of navy blue and gray, the literary symbol of a watchful owl dangling around my neck and a general feeling of coolness I felt like I would be heading to a cottage to debate rhyme and reason among flickering candlelight and dark skis. I decided to up the factor. 

An image of one of the many vests I have fluttering around in my closet appeared, my mind already devouring how it would cut the smooth silouhette in half. Next visions of rows and rows of moody blue bangles danced like sugar plums on my wrist. Before I could take a breath I saw berets, red boots (a nice bold step back from all these dark shades) , and dangling earrings. 

As soon as I got home I tried on the vest I had been fantasizing about  only to realize it would immediately require some tailoring - it was a tad dissapointing if only for the sake of immediate fashion satisfaction, but it also made me realize that in improvment there is life. 

In change there is divinity and thus Darlings, we must keep an eye on the horizon and never stop adapting. Wicked