A happy accident

autumn outfit

faux fur scarf

umbrella skirt and turtleneck sweater

ASOS skirt // Zara sweater // H&M scarf // Matalan shoes // gifted brooch // Gucci sunglasses c/o Shopbop // Accessorize nude fishnet tights

You know how my clothes have a tendency to meet with unfortunate accidents?

Well, it turns out that’s not always a bad thing.

I mean, it was a bad thing in the case of that dress I ruined, obviously. And the trousers. And, well, the jeans. All of them.

It wasn’t a bad thing in the case of this outfit, though. See, this skirt has always been a little bit…difficult. Last time I photographed it, I wore it with a black top and grey shoes. And honestly, that’s pretty much how I’ve worn it every other time, too. Like I say, it’s difficult, and it’s difficult purely because of the colour, which, despite how it may look in photos, is not silver, or grey, or beige, or pewter, or gold, or brown. Actually, it’s all of those colours. With maybe a little bit of pink thrown in as an undertone.

Now, you’d think this would be a good thing, because technically it should mean that the skirt would work with any one of those colours. Nope. Doesn’t. Or not with any of the pieces I’ve tried it with so far, anyway. And so I kept on wearing it with black, and assumed I would wear it that way until it either fell apart, or met with an unfortunate accident of its own.

Enter this turtleneck sweater.

The sweater was not difficult. In fact, it started life as a perfectly ordinary, brownish-beige shade: the type of colour I wear fairly often at this time of year, and which works with just about anything.

Then I decided to throw it in the wash with a bunch of dark colours.

You don’t have to tell me, people: I KNOW. In my defence, I’d washed it with similar colours before, and it had always been fine, but not this time. No, this time it came out different. A grey-ish, brown-ish, tan-ish shade. A greige, basically.

I could probably have done something to fix it. I didn’t really try very hard, though, because the fact was, the altered colour was still a fairly wearable one, so I simply replaced the sweater in the closet, and went about my business, the proud owner of a new (old) greige sweater.

I’d actually forgotten all about it, until last Saturday, when I opened my closet door, and noticed the arm of the sweater and the corner of the skirt both sticking out of the assorted collection of clothing. “Pick us!” they seemed to cry. “Wear us! Let us fulfil our true destiny and go prance along a country road together!”

And so I did. Because that skirt and sweater were now almost identical in colour. I don’t know why I didn’t spot it sooner. All I needed was a pair of shoes to go with them, and, uncharacteristically, my luck was in there too. These shoes, you see, have actually been sitting in the “to be donated” pile for the best part of the last year. Every time I took the pile to actually be donated, though, I would first of all remove the shoes from it, telling myself that, well, you never know, they could just come in handy one day. It was as if strange forces were at work: forces which knew that one day I would dye a sweater, and the sweater would match a skirt, and the skirt would match the shoes, and they would all live together happily ever after.

Or for as long it takes for one (or more!) of them to meet with a not-so-happy accident, anyway…

[P.S. Yes, I had a coat with me...]

trees in winter

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