Navy blue is without doubt my absolute favorite color on which to build my uniforms with black coming up a very close second.
I don’t think it ever looks “off” when navies don’t match. For my vertical line principle, I like those navies to be identical when at all possible, but I don’t think a navy jacket must match navy trousers.
On the contrary, I think it looks every so slightly strange when the nuances of black don’t match with jackets and pants. It tends to be easier to pull off the black-black combo with trousers and tops be they sweaters, t-shirts or blouses. I don’t know why. Or, then again, maybe I own so much black that everything starts to blur together. That could be it.
Tomorrow will be a conversation post to give you a break from clothes, clothes, clothes — even though some of them were for Ella.
The conversation? It will be about happiness. . . but from a different angle. Another pragmatic examination (like the “find your passion” frenzy) of one of those emotions we’re supposed to find, create, explore, expand. Pressure, pressure, pressure. . .