|Classic, but not quite with a choice of scarves.|
You asked me to build a wardrobe around espresso because in my book it was one of the foundation colors some women choose.
Marron is an easy color with which to mix and match, but I’ve discovered it’s rather difficult to find the basics on which to build. For those of you who prefer a deep brown as your go-to color instead of the more obvious black, navy and for some gray I trust you have found your jackets, pants and skirts.
I don’t like the pants I’ve shown here, in fact they are leggings, but they were the only ones that matched the jacket. Please consider the duo as an imperfect idea.
|Just a few of the many, many, many choices of blouses to top off your espresso.|
I think one can tend to think brown is a challenge for mixing and matching; it is anything but. A short list of colors that love espresso:
- Pinks and peaches, mostly pale, but they can be stripes and prints as well as solids.
- Blues, again on the pale side. I can envision stripes, but not so much patterns (I don’t know why).
- Camel, ivory, tan, brown and white (of course). Prints, think leopard if you are tempted, stripes, polka dots. . .
There are ways to pair black with brown, but if one isn’t careful the result can be harsh and sad. A black and espresso tweed jacket would be chic with trousers or a skirt. A brown skirt and matching jacket gets into that murky official uniform area so unless you’ve discovered something unusual I would try to avoid that combo. I’ve seen red and brown together, but I hesitate. It seems rather stodgy to me.
|Imagine a similar mix with mauve or pink.|
As I continue to mention, we are in the midst of a complete revamp of my blog and Maura, the very talented woman who is handling all the tech stuff I know nothing about and actually fear in a certain way, has asked me to stop doing the wardrobe idea boards for a few days while the transfer of this to that is finished.
My daughter, the ever loyal and vigilant reader of my posts, suggested that maybe I’m into overkill on the wardrobes. “Maybe two or three times a week,” she said, “but don’t you have anything else you want to talk about?”
Surely I must.