Getting ready this morning. Slow and late as usual. I'm happily putting on what have become my "Friday Shoes" (my sparkly mocs). F asks me,
"Do these shoes go with this sweater?"
He's referring to caramel brown funky dress shoes (which we bought in an emergency run when he discovered, during a snowstorm, that the shoes he was wearing had a hole in the sole). And he wants to know if wearing them with a black sweater is OK.
"Absolutely," I tell him. Actually, they look great. He's got on clean-lined tan pants, a black crewneck sweater, and the shoes. Very elegant.
And Not Matchy-Matchy.
He still wasn't so sure. So I launched into the story about J's caramel suede shoes with her black pinstriped suit.
"You're comparing my manly clothes to J's outfit?"
"Yes I am." Same concept. Treat the brown as a color. Never mind that brown & black together is a perfectly respectable, sometimes even envelope-pushing combination. Shows a bit of panache, I think.