For the most part, every entry I have made for the Pink Puck has been happy and light and full of “omg look at how awesome my clothes are.”
But in the real world, there are days where the first thing we put on isn’t what we end up wearing out the front door. And often the road to a happy ensemble is paved with trials and tribulations.
Is this a bit over dramatic for an outfit piece? Probably. But putting my game night attire together when the Sharks hosted the Columbus Blue Jackets was a coffee stain away from being a complete hot mess. Let me explain…
Problem #1: Due to certain sports superstitions, I could only wear certain colors on this particular night. Being that I am a Bay Area native and a certain baseball team was playing in the Fall Classic, I was reduced to wearing only black, white, grey and orange for the duration of October. Luckily most of my wardrobe is black anyways, and I found a dress to wear pretty easily. But said dress needed to be complimented by a certain pair of shoes. The fit-and-flare nature of the dress didn’t pair well with chunky boots; a sleek shoe was needed. Which brings us to…
Problem #2: I couldn’t find my black ballet flats!!! My ride-or-dies, my feets-bestest-buddies, have been missing in action since the home opener. And I haven’t the foggiest where they might be.
Suddenly, my usual game day morning schedule had been thrown into turmoil. I had writing and practice-note-reading to do, I didn’t have time to try on two million different outfits!
At the end of the morning, I paired something together that I was quite happy with. Here goes:
The all-around look is a bit 90s–which is the best because ALL the cool kids are partying like “Blossom” just aired. The dress a little more modest than my usual fitted style. The skirt portion is full and hits just a bit above my knees, and since I’m short the bottom of the outfit would need to be balanced with a sleek shoe to keep me from looking frumpy.
STYLE SECRET: Last season, I re-aggravated an old knee injury and was at games on crutches for about a month and a half. Needless to say, part of my obsession with my little black flats is that they gave me a stylish and comfortable alternative to wearing heels.
Thus, Thursday night’s ankle booties marks the first time I wore heels to a Sharks game in almost a year. You’re welcome, America.
Complimented the look with some rock’n’roll inspired jewelry and I was out the door! Not bad for a day that started out with a near wardrobe malfunction.
Until the next puck drops,
The Girl In The Black Tights