I knew I came home for a reason. The season has officially started. I’ve thrown in some purple & orange hair extensions, and I’m finally in a city where I don’t look like a complete clown on game days. Well…..maybe. But it’s game time, y’all, so I don’t care! Purple & orange for the win! And for many months to come….
Life, it seems, is different on this side. The leaves don’t change. The breeze doesn’t chill. And fall fashion is something of a store-displayed myth. I purchased my obligatory wool items in the hopes that I could recreate a life I once loved, but as the sun continues to shine, perhaps I must accept the truth of my newfound glow. So, the glitter of the Miu Miu sandals sparkles into October. But, as it’s fall, I’ll throw in a twist: I’ll play with pattern.
Temperature demands that the sleeves stay short, but I’ll mix up the plaids and dots and camos and animal prints with reckless abandon. Just because I’ve welcomed a little warmth into my seasonal spell, it’s doesn’t mean I can’t still fall for the magic of this heavier time of year.
And it doesn’t end at pattern-mixing. Everything gets a little messier in the fall, kiddos. The hair gets pulled back, and the flaws become the strengths. I embrace the breakdown within the fall. It becomes…..my thing.
So, despite the brightness of the light, the ambiguity of this transitional time settles in. Patterns get mixed up, persona gets messy, and a dash of glitter gets thrown in. It’s my first sunny fall in 15 years. Forgive me, friends, if it’s a little confusing.
Those of you who are my Facebook friends or who follow me on twitter @twoellerachel will note that my freedom from long hours on a sales floor has me flaunting my ability to wear heels. However, please do not be alarmed. My closet floor, aka the star players (pun somewhat intended) in daily rotation, still looks like this. Yes, I’m enjoying some newfound friends, but my heart forever belongs to CT.
Well, according to the calendar and trendsters, we are well into fall. I have located my scarves and jackets in storage and procured the season’s best sweaters (I foretell animal duels between the J.Crew french hen and the Madewell sheep, but they’re family, so hopefully no blood will be spilled). HOWEVER, according to my iphone (the 4….not the 5….I don’t even have Siri….is it too soon to call it vintage?), it is still 100 degrees. So, before breaking out the battling family sweaters, I decided to keep it in my own family this weekend and fully represent my brother’s clothing line, Collective Los Angeles (also affectionately called Cola).
Everything is available online at www.collectivelosangeles.com for your purchasing pleasure. I kind of love them all and haven’t really developed a favorite yet, although I’m currently leaning toward the Cola crop top paired with the Madewell striped pencil skirt. But can you really beat the Runyon shirt? Basically, sibling-loyalty aside, I’m a fan of the brand….enough so that I’m figuring out how to take solo shots of shirts with writing on them (it’s tricky when you can’t use a mirror!). And I’m even carrying my computer around town in a bag that has an expletive on it! So, f*ck fall, buy Cola, wear a tank top, and celebrate family! xoxo
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