Chambray: J. Crew. Jeans: Current Elliot (Thanks J!). Belt: Michael Kors. Shoes: LK Bennet. Bijoux: J.Crew and Forever 21.
Yesterday morning, I found myself in a bit of a pinch time-wise... Let's just say I hit the snooze button about six times too many. In my time crunch, I had to eliminate unnecessary frills from my morning routine. It was adios to the notion of a thoroughly made up face, and au revoir to the slightest thought of a fussy outfit. It was somewhat warm out, so I figured it would be one of my last opportunities to wear my light-weight boyfriend jeans. As inspired by my dear friend J, in another darling friend, M's, Instagram, yesterday was the day I decided to try out that infamous "Canadian Tuxedo" otherwise known as, denim-on-denim. So far, so good. Then, I needed a belt because said fantastic jeans necessitate something to prevent an unladylike flash of undies (it happens, I know, but's its never endearing. Ever.)
As fate would have it, I couldn't find my plain belt, and my similar tones of blue called for a splash of something to make it a little more interesting. So, out came by tried and true Michael Kors leopard print belt, which I have owned for almost 6 years now. Since I was already going matchy with the denim, I figured I might as well go balls to the wall and really kick the whole matchy-matchy look up a notch. Off I scampered to go shopping in my Mama's closet, where I laid eyes upon the most glorious pair of flats in the history of office appropriate shoes. Leopard print? Check. Mary Janes? Check. Dear diary... Jackpot.
I think what prevent the double helping of leopard from looking cheesy are the minimal accessories I chose, jewelry wise. One necklace, two rings, bare arms. That eliminated the chance of being cluttered, visually. Further, the hardware of the belt and the slightly different tones of the leopard print compliment each other nicely, or at least they do in my opinion. I would not have venture for more than one leopard embellishment, if I were, say, wearing my leopard print coat-- talk about overstimulation. Oy vey, that would be a lot to take in. If anything, I suppose even if this look hurts your eyes, it is a testament to the age old stand-alone that it's all in the details.