Don’t ask me what I was thinking when I went into LOFT the day before Orthodox Easter, and walked out with this very non-Vahni floral frock. I don’t know what the frock happened.
Actually I do know what happened. This:
I bought the belt the same day. Had been eyeing it for a while. The hint of snake, those gleaming spikes—that really kind of hurt if anyone gets too close—they had me at gold. So I walked out of BCBGMAXAZRIA with the belt, and I must of been in some kind of crazy Easter-egg-induced-pastel-kind-of-mood when I spotted the dress and actually picked it up off the rack.
Belt and dress in hand, I slipped into the dressing room. Oh, it was comfy. And what a fetching little frock it would be for entertaining company the next day. When I put the belt on, it kind of melted that icky floral sweetness a bit. The unexpected accessory. It was Vahni-fied. A leeeeettle naughty. I fell in love. The end.
Have you bought against type lately? What did you pick up that was totally not you?