Flashback to Miami, the land of rainbows and neon. Sometimes, when things go in an extreme direction in places, I feel the need to go the opposite way. The rule is that there are no rules. Say hello to this beaded maxi stunner. It was tainted by a little red wine later in the night, but thank goodness sparkling water really does create miracles when no one at the table has a Tide To Go Stain Pen.
Even though in general my style is laid back and thrown together (and happy color driven), I’ve never minded a reason to dress up. Maybe it’s the weather changing . . . but it looks like I’m making a slow progression towards the darker, more dramatic side. I’ve already gone all natural with my hair color (thank you Jasmin Rainieri at Julien Farel Salon). I still haven’t gotten completely used to seeing my hair so dark after years of leftover bleached locks coming forth from salt water vacations that I actually have been missing dearly. It’s a little “witchy”, but hey ’tis the time to be a little bit more of that right? At the same time, the change feels refreshing. Like a blank slate looking to be drawn on with any sort of hand. And although I’m still getting used to the idea of pairing my darker hair with clothing just as dark, and possibly even darker . . . there’s something alluring about the idea. Maybe leaning a little more towards the mysterious, which is how some people have described me before. I do like to keep a lot to myself, oftentimes revealing my deepest at only the most rarest of occasions that even I am surprised that I have let them out. But that’s what I love most about the changing of seasons. The surprises. The spontaneous decisions. The lightness of being drifted in a direction by an unknown energy that can hardly be described yet we follow it. I have nothing but love for all of these things. And so I shall wear all black and embrace the fact that for whatever reason at all that has overcome me, it feels right to me right now.