An extravagant party.
A shingding of great magnitude.
In urban speak, a palooza is a party (or celebration) of epic proportions. Indulgent. Exaggerated. A particularly outstanding occasion, with fun and merry-making in abundance. To be perfectly honest, I’m inclined to liken my past collaborations with Jodie (and Nancy and Charlotte) as well as Eve as being, well, just that. Let me explain. It’s been rather unexpected how we’ve clicked. Or, I should say, how unexceptionally well we’ve gotten along, and how much I’ve personally learned from all four ladies.
I'VE LEARNED QUITE A LOT
Which, in the spirit of full disclosure, was not something I’d expected.
Despite being a (not so hot) mess of insecurities, when it comes to clothes and styling them, I’ve always fancied myself as being there, you know, right alongside the upper echelon of stylemeisters. That I knew what to wear, what not to wear, and how to wear it all. Fashion has been such an enormous cornerstone of my life that I’d become comfortable. No, complacent. And, I now know, stuck in a rut.
More than that, the complacency was coated with a generous layer of arrogance. I mean, since I’m in the confessing mood et al.
But yes, knowledge was the last thing I’d expected to derive from our little convergences (the pilgrim venture here, and another tri-part series which saw its beginnings here), and yet, I’ve amassed a wealth of insight.
ALLOW ME TO ELABORATE
Prior to my sartorial adventures with the quartet (cutest foursome of teen, 50s, 60s, 70s, I swear), I was safe (and comfortable) in my familiar fashion zone. A world dominated by colour, primarily black (yes, it’s a colour) with the occasional red, and peppered by sporadic cameo appearances of blue.
Print had no place in my universe.
And certainly neither did floral patterns.
I found the former, a busy affair unpalatable to the eyes, and the latter? A beckoning to days of chintz curtains, tea and china, dainty old ladies munching on cucumber sandwiches, and the irrefutable scent of mothballs.
Pairing up with Eve, and Jodie has forced me to not only take a humongous leap outside my comfort area, it has (quite literally) opened my eyes to combinations I’d previously found impossible. A truly enriching experience.
Before our partnerships, never did I imagine stripes could cohabit alongside polka dots, let alone harmoniously. Or that one could indeed line up three different patterns, of the same palette, and have an eureka moment of the greatest satisfaction!!!
So, thank you, from the very bottom of my heart, ladies.
Thank you, Eve, for daring me to go boldly to style places I’d never before even imagined existed. You’ve
nudged pushed me to experiment and explore, and in those moments when my trials failed dismally, told me to “walk it off” and laugh because, at the end of the day, it’s just clothes. Jodie, because of you, I’m able to understand (and embrace) the significance of nuances and details. To fully appreciate subtlety and the importance thereof in creating a powerful visual impact. That it doesn’t always take bells and whistles to leave an impression.
And now, before I collapse into a complete pool of sappy mush, welcome to our collective third (and final) parade of camo, and how we showcased it with print.
Eve, Teens (the world according to eve)
I was about to describe Eve’s outfit as being somewhat retro but I feel that would’ve been a great disservice. Yes, there are nods to the 70s yet we have that edgy suede choker/lariat, those super cool sunnies, and sneakers that couldn’t be labelled anything but high street. Let’s just go with camo coolness.
Sheela, 40s (sheela writes)
I’m quite pleased with how I’ve been able to convert this dress into 3 different pieces, this time as a skirt with waterfall hemline. It’s my personal fave of the series, actually, and here, I’ve worn it with a McQueen tank and a cardigan from Stitch Fix. There’s something I really adore about putting black, white, yellow and green together. I dare say you’ll be seeing more of this palette in the near future.
Jodie, 50s (jodie’s touch of style)
What a casual, summery look. I’d say this is perfect for an outing, for a picnic, for a walkabout with the family. Remember what I wrote about nuances and the little details? Investigate the party of dainty bracelets. And how her gladiator sandals echo her shades. Without remotely appearing so, there’s loads of things happening with this outfit, and everything comes together blissfully.
Nancy, 60s (jodie’s touch of style)
In the second part, Nancy made her camo top look ever so professional and tailored, and yet here it is, in a positively fun light. It’s fairly thought-defying, the world of difference a change in accessories can achieve, don’t you think? Speaking of which, I don’t wear flats, yes, but I find myself coveting her yellow sandals. Quite a fair bit, I might add.
Charlotte, 70s (jodie’s touch of style)
Look at Charlotte. All set for a night about town. She’s looking rather fabulous in this concoction. Poised and confident and striking without being overtly so. Brown wouldn’t have been first on my list had you’d asked me which colour to wear with camo but clearly, I’m (happily) wrong. Oh and see there? Yet another pair of flats I’m lusting after.
With that, my friends, we mark the conclusion to this particular joint venture. You’ve seen us in camo with pastels. Camo with bright colours. And today, we’ve made it work around print (or rather, we believe we did, and we hope you concur). Which rendition was your fave?
Pastels? Colours? Print?
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