Plaidly in Love
You may remember a post not so long ago wherein I admitted my attraction to the frightening, so-bad-it's actually-kind-of-good potential of graphic sweaters. Well, I've gone there...albeit, I did take my time. At first, I thought my attraction to these (mostly) big plaid patterns had something to do with the fact that they were irreverent and in-your-face; the clothing equivalent of the bad boy who pulls up outside on his motorcycle and just revs the engine until you come out, instead of coming up to the door to properly pay respect to your parents and cut a potential deal on what time you might be brought home.
So I decided to wait. I figured that if it is like everything else that is terrible for you, whether it be macaroons or emotionally inaccessible boyfriends, I would just wait and see if my attraction was based on reality versus the thrill of the bad. I'm happy to report that it was real. And my very grown-up wait and see approach also afforded me the thrill of finding one of my graphic sweaters on sale. So naturally I did what anyone would do. I bought the sweater, and then promptly added this tee-shirt to my virtual cart, thereby negating the discount afforded by the sale of the original sweater. As one does. The sweater however, is saving itself for another post. Let's look at the tee.
The strength of a graphic print like this works well against the backdrop of something equally strong, in this case a "leather" pant. These are not leather pants. They are actually coated denim, and are therefore about a zillion times more comfortable, not to mention affordable, than leather pants.
Wearing plaid is also a tried and tested method to get a compliment from my Scottish husband. It must be in the DNA. When I walked down the stairs in this tee, he instantly lit up, and complimented my shirt. But I have other theories about why he likes this particular plaid. It looks a fair bit like something else we see a lot of over here.
Pants: La Redoute coated denim jeans (old). Similar here for a STEAL.
Jewellry (from my collection)
My wedding band.