I was, I mean, I am a stripes girl. I've been in love with stripes through the years. Back in high school when I thought I was a baby rocker with pink hair and studded belts and stripes added to my badass-iness, and now I value stripes as a classic ever evolving ode to Chanel's Breton stripes. Strips pull together an outfit. They're classy and appropriate for work and play. I can't resist wearing them with almost everything. Seriously, I try to restrain myself from wearing stripes too many times in one week. I fear that people won't be able to distinguish between my three quarter sleeve navy and white stripe shirt and my long sleeve black and white stripe shirt, and instead will just think I don't do laundry enough and keep wearing the same tops repeatedly.
And then polka dots came in to the picture, and everything changed.
Polka dots are cute. Soooo cute and distinctly feminine. I don't they are as versatile as stripes. Too much red - you're minnie mouse or you have chicken pox. Too big - you're suddenly a dalmatian. Too small - you feel like your looking at an optical illusion. Yet when they're right, they're right. Polka dots are retro chic, and make me feel just the right amount of girly like wearing pink nail polish or more than one piece of jewelry.
When I wear polka dots though, I feel like a traitor. If I get that polka dot scarf I've been eyeing (the combination of two great things to form style GREATNESS), then I can't wear it with my favorite stripe sweater. Or is this the "pattern mixing" that I always hear about? Am I ready for that? Maybe I should just stick to stripes. I want to be classic fashionable girl in stripes, and what if my polka dots distract from my "personal brand" that I'm told everyone is supposed to have.
I am caught in a dangerous love triangle - torn between stripes or polka dots, but with a glimmer of hope that maybe we can all live harmoniously.
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