Outfit for a Thursday: Gilded Age

Normally, the golden-threaded sweaters are reserved for the holiday season, packed away by the first week of January with an arsenal of moth balls, until the mistletoe and egg nog are hung and served next year. December was such a whirlwind of deadlines, and the first two days back in the office have indicated that the beginning of January will be no different; I barely felt festive then, at least not during the drudging weeks of anticipation and expectation, and now, again, is no different. The white snow has been pummeled by cars into a gray pulp and there is still a barrage of packages and bags surrounding my door. To combat these typical, annual post-holiday blues, and grays: gold.

In addition to being frantically busy at work, I have also been incredibly banal, at least in terms of sartorial embellishment. Stumble out of bed, throw on a crumpled sweater, step into some shoes, leave, repeat; a hackneyed routine. To mildly alter the steady, regular ebb and flow of this cycle, one that has become embarrassingly comfortable, I paired my gilded sweater and plain camel skirt with a chunky double gold chain and with a knotted pearl rope. For a final flourish, my ever trusted leopard cuff.

Lately, also part of my routine is coupling my monochromatic neutral dressing with cleanly bright, bold tights; with the golden camel, deep red wine is an elegant pairing. Flats are especially functional when skidding along the stale January ice, and they still manage to have a bit of shine.