Several months ago I bought the perfect belt. In fact, for me, it was the Holy Grail of belts. The heavens parted, birds sang and a soft golden glow emanated from its clasp. And I found it on sale…ahhhAHHHahhhh…
Enter a bright pink, leather bow belt by Kate Spade. (See, told you it was intimidating).
After I brought my purchase home, I soon realized the sad truth – no outfit was good enough for this belt. After several failed attempts, where I removed the belt in exasperation as I headed out the door to start my day, I started to feel as if I would never wear this fabulous find.
I tried the belt with everything but to no avail. Defeated, I hung my head as I hung the belt up in my closet. Week after week, I stared longingly at the belt, hanging in my closet with its promises of Kate Spade happiness galloping just out of my grasp.
I finally realized the sad and ridiculous truth – this belt had gotten the best of me. It had psyched me out, intimidated me, said in its snotty little voice “You can’t wear ME with that” and I wasn’t gonna take it anymore!
So last night I resigned myself to stand up like the fasionista that I am and find something suitable for this…this…accessory!
And so I did find a nice neutral black skirt and blouse to pair with it. I think the outfit works. I’ve even gotten several compliments on my ensemble today.
One of the hardest fashion battles I’ve faced has come to an end and victory looks divine.
