|Shirt: H&M, Sweater: Anthro, Jeans: AG Stevies, Boots: From Norway|
So I crawled from my death bed to take some photos of all the green stuff I was wearing. Because it figures that when you work in a freezing office full of coughing people, the first thing you're going to do on your day off is get sick. In between hazy fever dreams of dying my hair in shades of pink, purple and turquoise with help from my mum (it was supposed to be ombre but it went horribly wrong) while in Las Vegas and blowing my nose, I decided I needed to wear a lot of green.
I had this vague idea that I'd let the green be the neutral in my outfit and then pair it with, you know, actual neutrals in the form of this sweater and these boots. Both of which are also sparkly, because I mean, come on, there is a limit to how boring neutrals need to be! (Kidding! Mostly.)
When looking back at these photos, I was all, "Oh, why did I let my shirt get bunched up in that unflattering way, it looks like I have a tapeworm or something, I can never post these!" And then I just kind of took a mental chill pill. Because it doesn't matter, because I still loved the outfit while I was wearing it. In a weird way, it was like all that green - my favourite colour - gave me extra power or something!
A strange lady once told me that green is the colour of the heart chakra, and of healing too - so by her logic, wearing a lot of green was a way of healing myself. Maybe there was a grain of truth in that...