My new year starts Monday as the younger boys head back to school. I know that January is supposed to be a time of pared-down and scaled-back, but my eyes keep catching this image each time they sweep my inspiration board. I spent the holidays in black and gold with red nails and lips so there's consistency there. Also, recently asked, "How many bracelets do you think would be too many?" I could only reply, "I have no idea, but I'm not there yet." But beyond that, my look is remarkably restrained. Usually straight. Mostly fitted. Almost masculine. The image next to this one on the cork is cropped black pants with white socks and black oxfords. The one below, white blouse buttoned to the neck with a black lace sweater.
So how to explain the allure of this avalanche of excess? Those bows. Those white satin bows, with their tails docked short. The gleam of the silk, the clipped "V" of their ends. For someone whose wedding dress had not one sequin, one pearl, one peek of lace - only a line of satin buttons as embellishment - it seems distinctly out of character. But they are so wonderfully feminine, I can't help but want to slide the satin between my finger and thumb.
Could this be the dawn of a new year and a new me? Perhaps. Perhaps this is the year to break out and be brave.
Image, Meadham Kirchhoff Spring 2013 Ready to Wear via Style.com. Photography Alessandro Garofalo.
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