Sometimes I buy clothes that are brown. Or tan. Or neutral. I know, I know. I'm cuckoo for color, not Cocoa Puffs, so what gives with the granola garb? Maybe I want all the clothes. Or maybe I just like a challenge. The challenge being, how can I make this potato-sack-colored fabric more me (or at the very least, stop exhausting food metaphors)? In one case, the answer was to craft a necklace from a shoe clip (I'm talking to you, Flair Change).
Yes, the gilded, frilly doodad of a decorative accent at the center was supposed to snap onto a puzzle piece of a shoe designed for that purpose. (If you're wondering how I came by such an item, it was a gift.) Of course, I don't own the corresponding Cinderella slipper and have no way of getting it. So I thought, why not string the clip, plus some fake coins, into some low-key-but-still-kooky neckwear?
So I did.
Think of it as the grand marshal of this pale palette parade, Tammy Wynette and Rage Against the Machine fighting from the flashiest float.