Matchy Matchy

Today was supposed to be an outfit post day, but I was tired and uncomfortable when I got home from work, so instead I decided to put my pajamas on. At 5.30pm. So instead, I'm bringing you a little musing on my style.


When I look over pictures of my outfits, one thing that spring to mind is that my style is very organised. Very matched. It reflects the way I am in real life. A little too controlled, a little obsessive, neurotic and organised. Everything has to "go", everything has to "match". This explains my constant need for clothes in all different colours and styles. This explains why I have shoes in every colour from yellow to teal and black shoes in half a dozen different styles. I have a very clear idea about what "works" and what doesn't. And the way in which I create my outfits is almost always very meticulous.

When I think of an outfit in my head, the shoes will always match in some way. Taking a colour from somewhere in the outfit, be it the belt or the top or the jewellery. The idea of wearing a completely random pair of shoes makes me nervous. The idea of wearing black shoes with a tan-coloured belt has a similar effect. I can't wear a cardigan in a slightly-different shade of pink to the pink in the dress. Everything has to be very ritualised.

Now I come to wonder, am I weird? Is it just me who has to have everything matching perfectly? Who always needs a new pair of shoes or a new cardigan whenever a new colour comes in for the season? Am I the only person who can't create a completely thrown-together outfit? I envy girls who can create something that looks so un-thought-through. I envy that effortless thrown-together look. I envy girls who can mix colours and combinations in a completely unique way. I guess I will never be that kind of girl.

And the picture? My new teal turquoise shoes and turquoise cardigan. Because turquoise is my colour of the moment. And I can't possibly not match.