pied beauty

left to right, top to bottom: H&M jumper; Topshop rollneck; Monki singlet; H&M cardigan; Philip Lim pouch; Miss Selfridge Jacket; Michael Angel pencil skirt; Max Mara trousers; All Saints clutch; Karen Walker shades; Charlie Horse clutch; Aperlai Loafers.  

Glory be to god for dappled things;
For skies as couple-colored as a brindled cow;

for rose-moles all in stipple on trout that swim;

fresh-firecoal chesnut falls; finches wings;

Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow and plough;

and all trades, their gear and tackle and trim

All things counter, original, spare, strange;

whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)

With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;

He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change;

Praise him

Isnt that a beautiful poem? Its one of my faves, and, religie sentiment aside, its exactly how I feel-- always, but especially now; Im in love with all things speckley these days. Best done in a oatmeal-y, tortoise-shell-y netural, it feels so cozy for fall/winter, dont you think?
Perfect for pattern mixing and great with a stripe, to boot. 

poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins; collage by me on polyvore