Dangers of Dressing in the Dark

How many of you would call yourself a slave to fashion?  Well, maybe “slave” is a bit extreme…let’s try this, how many of you take great pride in your appearance and thoroughly enjoy shopping for cute clothes and shoes?  Even if you don’t, keep reading, I think you’ll get a laugh out of this.

Shopping is something I would definitely call a hobby of mine.  I love experimenting with colors, styles, and so on.  My weakness though is definitely shoes.  My shoe passion is not limited to just one style; I love flat sandals, wedges, running shoes, ballerina flats, cowboy boots, pumps, riding boots, booties, Vans, Converse, and well, I think you the picture. Of course this passion for shopping translates into an extreme fussiness when dressing for any event.  Just ask my husband, there are mornings when I’m dressing for work that I will change an item of clothing six times before I get just the right color combination.

This weekend I traveled out of town for a baby shower.  Do you think I could just pull something off my closet rack and throw it in the suitcase??? Nope!  I spent at least thirty minutes trying on different combinations of pants, sweaters and shoes.  Ultimately I settled on two completely diverse looks, a safety net so to speak, depending on my mood when I arrived.

Occasionally though, even the best last plans can go awry.  During the workweek I’m usually up at 3:30 a.m. to run.  Normally I set out my running gear the night before, down to my shoes just so I can avoid a last minute scramble in the dark.  Yes, I could turn on the lights, but there is just something about doing so that disrupts the early morning peace.

On Saturday morning runs I care what I wear because it’s daylight and folks are out, but weekday runs, not so much.  What I do care about however, is matching shoes. My bathroom closet is home to three pairs of work out shoes; one for walking and two for running.  The picture is above is what I discovered upon arriving at the track early one morning.

To anyone who I happened to wake with my laughter that day, I do apologize.  And yes, even after discovering my fashion faux pas, I went ahead and ran anyhow. I have to admit though, whether real or imagined, I did feel a bit lopsided that day.

While complete darkness can be an enemy of fashion, so can poor lighting.  Without the right light, one color may be easily confused for another leading to extreme crimes of fashion.  One sweater I own manages to lure me into its false color identity scheme at least once every winter.  The sweater is actually gray, but like a chameleon can change its color to adapt to the environment, I swear this sweater does the same thing!

Note to SelfI actually bought the sweater because I thought it was brown and TWICE I’ve left my house in clothing coordinated to match a brown sweater.  Once I arrive at work and the light of my deception becomes apparent, all I can do I is hope my co-workers are stricken with temporary color blindness!!  Luckily, I’m a pretty fast learner…you know the saying, “Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.”  Here is my solution to the deceptive practices of “Miss I’m Really Gray Sweater”: Hopefully this posted warning will keep me among the appropriately color coordinated.

So please, I implore you – learn from my mistakes.  Turn on the lights and don’t become guilty of crimes of fashion!   Here’s to happy fashionistas across the globe!

Until Next Time,

Becky J Miller
“Warrior Princess”

*Additionally, you can read my “Living Outside The Lines” post on San Marcos Corridor News.

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