Olive is the New…

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I’m the first to admit that I have a problem: I wear too much black.  I’m obsessed.  Black hides a myriad of transgressions—dirt, baby spit-up, muffin tops—and it looks so consistently sleek.  It’s the richest, deepest, most elegant, and most forgiving of all the colors.  My love-affair with black goes back decades, and I may never be free from my fixation.

And yet…as I’m sure some of you may have noticed, when you go to weekend family events, there is a noticeable lack of all-black mommy ensembles.  As far as the eye can see, it’s sherbet hues, white pants, and chambray.  The Pastel Brigade rules the fashion kingdom of motherhood.  They’re beautiful and perfect.  And then there’s me, creeping about awkwardly in my black-on-black-on-black, like Johnny Cash wandered into a Care Bear convention.

I never used to care about this.  The single girl in me just went about life in all the black things all of the time.  Maybe she was more confident (or, in all honesty, maybe she was too hung-over on a Sunday afternoon to pay attention to what anyone else was wearing).  Regardless, there’s something about motherhood that thrusts you into a second adolescence; you are deeply self-conscious, you constantly worry that everything you do is stupid, and you desperately want to fit in.

But I never will fit in like that.  I am a girl who can’t wear a color lighter than red and who always spills on pretty white things.  Yet, I want to try to expand my wardrobe in a way that will work for me.  So I’m embracing my Italian roots by draping myself in OLIVE.  That’s right, olive pants and a full-length olive cardigan.

Olive on olive is new for me, and I am actually loving it for the weekend BBQ or birthday party.  It’s not as dramatic as my typical all-black ensemble, so I definitely blend in with the mommy crowd a bit more seamlessly.  And, even though I am trying to fit in, I’m not going against my sense of style by attempting to wear a color that just doesn’t work with my pale, yellowy-green complexion.  It is entirely possible that, for me, olive is the new black.  Just kidding.  Black is still black, but I really am trying.

 

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All pieces originally purchased at Gap, Nordstrom, Old Navy, and Target.
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In case you didn’t believe me, I spilled coffee on this white shirt 30 minutes after taking this photo.  Some things don’t change…

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