I’ve never played poker but from what I’ve heard sometimes you just have to go all in.
I’m going to go ahead and steal that terminology here in reference to my polka dot blouse and red leopard pony hair booties. After a solid 20 minutes trying to find the right top for my new statement making shoes, I thought “meh, why not. Own it. Go all in,” and grabbed the loudest shirt in my wardrobe. (Note: this could probably be up for discussion, but I think of polka dots as the Metallica of fashion—they jam, they’re loud, and I’m into them).
I was pretty confident that the two spotty pieces would go well together, but I was surprised when I liked the look on me. You know how it is: you see something on someone else, you think “hey, I’ll give that a try,” only to later find that you look totally ridiculous. Ask me tomorrow and I may hate this look entirely (weird how that happens), but for a crisp Monday after a tiring weekend, it was either Metallica polka dots or sweatpants…