What happens when you adopt something appealing to you... but it doesn't fit in with the rest of the family?
I fell in love with the pretty pale-mint color, and the brocade, when I was at the clothing orphanage (aka consignment shop).
It occurs to me... a bit late, I know... that the difficulty coordinating with other pieces just MIGHT be why it was in the orphanage to begin with. Like the child with severe emotional problems adopted by the well-intentioned, but woefully unequipped, hopeful parent.
But the papers have been finalized (aka it's been to the tailor), so I'm going to seek help for my new child.
I'm not even going to do the components run-down for Wednesday's outfit... it's just too depressing.