I am a sucker for a big, bold, colourful pattern. Many of my fashion friends eschew patterns in favour of solids for more versatility in their wardrobes. I am the opposite. Solids bore me. Patterns are an invitation to play. They lend themselves easily to multiple combinations.
My wardrobe is made up of 80% patterns, 20% solids and I seem to manage just fine thank you.
Bold patterns are like dance parties for the eyes.
Unlike those unforgiving solid colours a pattern can disguise just about anything. They delight and confuse the eyes until they can no longer tell what part is convex and what is concave. It is like wearing Spanx on the outside without any of the discomfort.
Bigger patterns can be tricky to wear for those of us that are vertically challenged. Sometimes the pattern can overwhelm the body.
As a general rule, the smaller the body frame, the smaller your pattern should be.
NOT.
This is where confidence steps in. I find, the bigger your confidence level and the bolder your personality, the bigger and bolder the pattern you can wear, no matter your height.
Kind of a great rule for anything you want to wear in life really.
A good example is this groovy late 1960’s dress that I bought at the Toronto Vintage show. This is easily the largest pattern I own.
I’m not a shy person and this dress clearly states that.
This dress screams across the street to strangers,
“I’ve got an opinion and I intend to be heard!”
I may only be 5’4″ but I’ve got 6’4″ in attitude and you better believe I’m serious buster!
Ha! Don’t you love that word buster? It is so old school.
Maybe that is another reason I prefer patterns over solids. I mean…truly…what does a solid have to say?
“Yawn…go get me another soy-milk-no-sugar-too-fing-fancy-and-expensive-for-you-yuppy-drink while I mind numbingly scan my Instagram feed and count how many likes I have trying to make my vapid completely staged online existence feel meaningful.”
Solids are pretentious bastards.
Look at me! You don’t have to think to wear me!
Patterns are the improvisational jazz of the fashion world.
They stimulate your brain and stretch your creativity.
Next time you see a big bold pattern don’t turn up your nose and think you’re too timid, petite, sophisticated to give it a try. Why not be the cherry, chocolate sprinkles and caramel instead of just the vanilla?
Slap on some confidence, pull up your personality by the boot straps and stride around like you own the place.
Big bold patterns make the world see you. You won’t fade into the shadows.
You are the focal point.
Go out and enjoy it.
Here are a few other examples how to wear big bold patterns when you are petite…
Are you a fan of big bold patterns? Or do they just scream too loudly and hurt your ears?
Something about wearing them all the time when they were babies.
I’ve worn this one a couple of times already. This is how I styled it before buying it.
It goes with every pair of sandals I own.
I got my photo taken for my new license and health care card the last day I wore it.
I didn’t get to see my photos. Hopefully I won’t look like a serial killer or female wrestler like I have in the past.
Thing is, you’re not “allowed” to smile.
Everyone starts to look like terrorist when they are just staring ahead nervously, thinking to themselves,
“Okay…okay…now try not to look like serial killer!”
I think I snuck in a bit of a smirk. It’ll probably look worse. I’ll get them in a few weeks and let you know how badly they turned out.
I can’t remember the last time I liked my id photos. Even when I was 16 and got my first license I don’t think I liked it.
Way back then we were allowed to smile. People still recognized me. I don’t know what happened that they decided when people smile they are no longer recognizable.
Has everyone got grills?
Cause yeah, I can see where that might confuse a border agent. You have no idea where to look when someone opens their mouth full of tinfoil.
Do you glance quickly at the teeth? and then right back up at the eyes, like, nope…I didn’t just stare right at your metal-monster-crack-mouth.
Or do you come right out and full-on stare? Letting them know you haven’t seen anything quite so disgusting since the last episode of the Walking Dead.
For the life of me I cannot understand what is sexy about having a mouthful of metal. So you can open beer bottles?
oooh…hot baby!
People pay big $ notto have old metal fillings show.
They look like they have a full salad stuck in their teeth. Albeit gold.
Yep,
{sigh}
I’m old.
Back to my jumpsuit. No grills here folks.
The only thing I changed the two times I’ve worn this is the shoes and accessories.
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