And then there are the days

when your inner fabulousness is curiously untappable. Sigh.

When you're raised in uniform, what to wear can be a momentous daily decision, even as an adult with a decent wardrobe, and it occasionally goes awry. Today, I decided to wear flats, and accidentally tumbled into an accessories faux-pas. I don't actually have many pairs of flats, so I chose the wine-colored loafers. Which would be fine if I hadn't felt sorry for my green purse again and hurridly grabbed it on my way out into the cold and the sunshine.

Combined with my new winter-white angora cloche (that's snow if you're the Young Activist, or otherwise J.Crew colour-influenced), it's a little red white and green. (Which is better than red, white and blue, but I digress.) Everything else is grey, and I can't decide if that just makes the holiday-esque accessories stand out more. The purse may be banished to the gym bag later in the day.

But my new brown boots and the puppy I saw en route to work almost make-up for the angst of mis-accessorization. Almost.