Matching to make magic

Today I managed to make my lipstick match my hat and my jumper and I really felt like I had life together. What’s more I saw my boss who I had not seen for weeks and managed to stay super sassy. For an Indecicivus-insecureus  (refer to my post “One Man’s Trash and the Classification of Fash” to get the definition of this) I felt like this was quite an achievement and therefore gave myself a mental celebration similar to the one on this ad:

When it comes to matching colours and themes in anything, be it décor, fashion, floral arrangements or table setting, there is a fine line between looking Kate Middleton classy and Stifler’s Mom shocking. There are many fashion bloggers and people with all sots of tumblrs and pintrest who have various rules of thumb; http://www.collegefashion.net/fashion-tips/a-foolproof-guide-to-matching-colors-in-your-outfits/ have a colour wheel.

 I’m pretty sure the girl I saw in the white puffa jacket and white velour track pants with black boots probably didn’t have one of these handy before getting on my train this morning, but really I am not one to comment as I have been photographed in a raincoat that matches my sneakers, and not in the “I have life together because everything matches magically and where is my boss because I have the sassiest sentiments right at the tip of my tongue with just the right amount of saliva to scintillate” kind of way.

We all know what they all say about judging books by their covers, thinking about what is on the inside and what not…..well, maybe some of the poor creatures they get on the T.V show “Snog, Marry, Avoid”…. see below....have slightly mis-interpreted this memo and believe that to match orange skin with straw hair will make the same magic that drinking orange juice through a straw does for my mouth. I'm not sure when aioli started being the perfect accompaniment for hot chips, but I hope it was not the same time leopard print leotards apparently started matching zebra print stockings, coz these ladies on are into it like it's going out of fashion, and I wish for there to be enough aoli and hot chips for everyone for evermore.

The middle one is the host...

Anyways, if you do have one of those days where your matching of shoelaces and earrings is about as magical as Neville Longbottom in his first Levitation class and doesn’t pan out as well as you hoped, this show is certainly one to remind you that there is probably going to be someone out there fractionally more crazy and mis-matched than you. What's more, this trashy British show really does try strip the orangoutangs of their fakery to reveal that the real them is just as beautiful and interesting. 

And with that I finish with one of my favs….

“Never be afraid to laugh at yourself…after all, you might miss the joke of the century.”

Jj