Pattern Excursion

Brunei Blogger May Cho mixes tartan and plaid for a grunge chic look
Brunei Blogger May Cho mixes tartan and plaid for a grunge chic look
As tartan and plaid collide, I am a deer caught in the headlights of a pattern excursion, one where the stars and moon cannot guide me through and the road is rocky and the trees billowy. 

Never have I thought that my hands would ever piece together a printed bomber jacket and a printed skirt together to make one look -- much less one that I would wear out on a certain afternoon occasion -- but when have my thoughts and beliefs ever prevailed?

I digress.

Brunei Blogger May Cho mixes tartan and plaid for a grunge chic look
Brunei Blogger May Cho mixes tartan and plaid for a grunge chic look
Edging on grunge chic, I have to say that my fear of pattern mixing may have diminished upon the taking of this outfit post as compliments of both patterns thrown together geared my way. I was caught by surprise as the bomber and skater fused harmoniously together like a well rounded oxymoron, so intricately simple.

Perhaps it was the nature of the pieces that softened the edges so -- the quaint, quiet way a bomber jacket fits into a skater skirt, pieces as rambunctious as the girl next door and as urban as the studio-dwelling coffee drinker. Perhaps it was the way the pattern burst on the fabric in grids and in cubes, scrawled with lines and etched in cool hues. Perhaps it was the geometrical symmetry or the symmetrical geometry, the calculated widths and heights of threaded colours and zippers.

Brunei Blogger May Cho mixes tartan and plaid for a grunge chic look
Brunei Blogger May Cho mixes tartan and plaid for a grunge chic look

Whatever it was, I reveled in shock as the rising wave of a clash dwindled and died into the calm of a turquoise sea, where necklaces of still silver steel floated. The dainty, dusty pink heart a gift from a million minutes ago and the blue stone wrapped in hand-crafted wire a purchase from a local brand a week or two ago.

The most profound pleasantness comes when one expects none, like the gentle squeeze of a hand from another whom's fit snugly, of which one shall receive among a crowd of faceless people, when the heart is pounding against the rib cage and the lungs are collapsing like apple crumble.

One might tell me that this is a sign from the sartorial spirits to venture into patterns and leave behind the comfort of solid colours, but ah, to trek into territory so foreign and alien is a gamble I shall take when I've got enough to lose.

What are your thoughts on pattern mixing? What about taking styling risks?

MAY X

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