I am a Winter
I remember sitting in Lindy P's basement as a third grader. Our whole girl scout group was down there. We were working towards a fashion badge of some sort I believe and we had a guest speaker (who, I don't remember). I do remember that she had a color wheel that we all held up to our faces so we could figure out what "season" we were.
I remember holding up the army green part of the wheel under my chin. "Yes, you are a WINTER!" I was told. Winter and fall.
And I am a winter if you want to be all technical. And I do like those warm and deep colors. But I remember even then feeling so boxed in. Could I never wear anything else? Did that mean that I couldn't wear chartreuse or yellow or please don't tell my 9-year-old self that hot pink was out of the question.
Thats when I knew fashion rules were lame. LAME.
Yes, I follow some I'm sure, but never for the pure sake of following... only by natural desire. I do however really like army green. I have a good bit of it and other "winter" colors in my closet. I wonder if it is because of that color wheel rule that was forced on me? This is me vowing to myself that I will never (hopefully ever) tell a little girl, girl scout trying to earn a badge or not, what colors she should wear. Because everyone should be able to feel confident in yellow (it took me a while before I felt like I wasn't sinning against fashion and my skin tone for wearing other season colors).
So now here's the thing -- I like bold and bright and I don't tend to care if it make my skin an icky shade of pale instead of a pristine shade of snow. And if you care... well, I'll let you deal with that yourself.
army green hat: world market (similar @ brickyard buffalo)
army green cords: Kut from the same Kloth (via stitch fix)
army green t c/o conversation pieces
statement ring c/o karen london
necklace: loren hope