Spots or Stripes?

My friend Jill likes to send out emails to a group of us that met and became insta-friends whilst living in Zurich (although, these have been in short supply as of late). They usually include a questionnaire of sorts, with probing questions that address our innermost truths—What type of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle do you most identify with? What was the best birthday gift you ever received? And, do you wash your hair or your body first in the shower? Real soul shakin’ stuff, I tell ya.

The questions are always great and encourage me to think about random aspects of my life. Many times they provide a thoughtful trip down memory lane, such as when I had to recall whether or not I ate the crusts of my sandwich as a child. Can you tell I want the invasive probing questions to recommence? In any event, one question that was asked forever ago was, do you own more stripes or polka-dots? I think I answered pretty nonchalantly like, oh, I think I probably maybe have more stripes… I guess. Ummmmm,

 

 

ya think!?! Dag yo, I didn’t realize I had amassed so many stripes. Horizontal stripes, which “everyone” says you should stay away from. I should have realized last week after my Thursday afternoon walk around downtown (aka shopping extravaganza) that all I had bought were stripes. Three new tops, all with stripes (ok, one technically was color blocking so I didn’t include it in this picture). Even the shoes I bought (50% off!) have a stripe motif. So maybe I have a type?

 

As for the polka dots…

 

I only own the bikini top. I didn't even buy the bottoms, that's how much I don't take heart to polka-dots.

 

I guess I just don’t love them. I think they look great on other people, but kinda make me feel like a little girl? Maybe that’s not even true. I don’t have a good reason.

 

But, I do have a combo platter…

 

 

So, what about you? Spots or stripes?